Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 315: Facing the Leader

There was no need for more words. Zaroth shot forward toward the nearest guard.

His movements were swift and calm like water; in the span of a second, he had already calculated where was the best place to appear in order to strike and inflict the maximum amount of damage.

However, the guards that Henry possessed weren't ordinary ones; they were experienced warriors in their own right. That was why the man Zaroth was targeting was able to follow his movements and block the strike with his weapon.

And yet the man's reaction time wasn't fast enough as Zaroth, seemingly not surprised that his strike had been blocked, made his body go lower and, in a flash, slashed his leg's foot, drawing blood.

"Ugh!" The man couldn't help but let out a cry in pain. He was about to shift his body to attack but found himself unable to do so, as for some reason, he was slower than before.

Unknown to him, that was the result of being inflicted with Hellweaver's poison. It was so potent that even when a shallow slash was made on one's foot, the poison would take hold and slow down the target's reaction time.

Taking advantage of that, Zaroth raised his odachi without hesitation and pierced the man's chest. A fraction of a second later, he pulled it out and stabbed again.

It was over for the man. His lungs had been pierced and he had lost too much blood. As such, with a heavy thud, he collapsed on the ground.

Zaroth was ready to attack the next guard until he saw a fist coming his way.

With a silent curse, he managed to put his hand in the way, blocking the attack and feeling his bones ache in pain. He was knocked back, crashing against the sturdy wall.

The guard that had just hit him seemed to have gauntlets for weapons. Zaroth had never fought an opponent with such weapons, so this was a new experience for him.

He didn't have time to formulate a plan, however, as the last guard of Henry reached his position. It seemed that while Zaroth was able to get rid of one of them, they had used the chance to coordinate a well-organized attack.

This one's primary weapon was a spear, so he thrusted forward. What caught Zaroth's attention most, however, was that the tip of the spear was glowing. This was no doubt due to the guard's class, and Zaroth wasn't willing to test what this was going to do if it managed to hit him.

Opening his left palm, he shot forward three fireballs in quick succession. Seeing that attack heading his way, the man was left with no choice but to stop his attack and focus on defense.

At the same time, Zaroth lifted his smirk just a bit upward and let out a firebreath, forcing the man with the gauntlets to raise them in a defensive position.

For a fraction of a second, Zaroth thought he would be able to take a breather, but that hope was quickly extinguished as he saw three purple balls heading his way. It seemed that Henry wasn't willing to let his guards fight without him.

"This is getting interesting!" Zaroth mused as he put his two feet against the wall and shot like an arrow forward, going below the balls, missing them by a few inches.

He was ready to inflict an attack on the Outlaw's leader, but at that moment Henry reached behind his back and used his two curved blades that were connected with metallic chain.

Holding the left one in his hand, he threw the right one to the side. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Zaroth wondered why the man wasn't attacking head-on but was throwing to the side, which made him curious and shift his gaze, following it.

To his surprise, the man with the gauntlets was to his side, having already recovered from the firebreath. Bending his knees, he got lower, extending his left hand upwards.

The chain of Henry's weapon wrapped around his gauntlet and changed its course as it was now going for Zaroth's back.

He grimaced. 'These guys have incredible teamwork,' he thought.

Unfortunately for him, this was just the beginning. Henry took a step forward, his left curved blade aimed directly at Zaroth. At the same time, four purple liquid orbs appeared above him, falling like deadly rain.

And the spearman had positioned himself to the other side of Zaroth and thrust forward.

He was being attacked from the front, behind, above, and from the side. This was a bad situation to find himself in. No matter how agile he was, he was going to be hit by at least one of their attacks, that was for sure. The question was from which one?

Because his head was turned, he was able to see that at the wall he had launched himself from a few seconds earlier, there were three holes, like the wall had been melted by whatever the liquid was in the purple balls.

'Well, at least I know what to dodge for sure,' he thought as he shifted his body to the side, going past the weird liquid by a hair's breadth. At the same time, he raised his odachi and stopped Henry's attack from the front.

But that meant he was going to be hit from behind and from the side!... or most people would think like that.

Before the spear could strike, Hellweaver materialized and clamped its jaws down on the spearman, halting his advance. Not long after, Silverfang appeared behind Zaroth and intercepted the attack from Henry.

"You… are a Beast Master?!" Henry exclaimed in disbelief. He was sure that anyone that is able to fight so well up close would have a class that boosts his physical stat somehow, not a Beast Master that was considered one of the mage classes!

"What can I say? I am full of surprises!" Zaroth proudly proclaimed as he moved faster than Henry could react and made a small scratch on the man's forearm.

'With this the battle is over. Once poisoned, you will be useless!' Zaroth thought.

However, contrary to his belief, Henry's expression shifted into a menacing grin. "You fool! I am immune to any type of poison!"

Before Zaroth could respond, Henry headbutted him, sending him staggering backward. Even through his mask, the force of the impact was enough to leave him dazed.

Then, moving with surprising flexibility, he kicked Zaroth from the side, making him crash against the wall.

"Your beasts will not be able to save you now!" Henry taunted as he rushed for the kill.

What the man said was true. Nightshade was still freeing the slaves all over, the spearman was keeping Hellweaver busy, Silverfang had yet to kill the man that fought with gauntlets, and the four unnamed wolves were fighting against the blonde man that somehow was able to hold his own weight.

The only person who seemed unfazed was the elf. She sat on a nearby table, resting her head on her hand, a mischievous grin on her face as she watched these pitiful humans fight to the death for her.

"This is one-on-one?" Zaroth shouted as he rose to his feet, meeting Henry head-on. "Then that means once I defeat you, you won't be able to claim this was an unfair fight! Right here, right now, I will show you that I'm above you!"