Chapter 88: Three Moves
A few nearby elves exchanged wicked grins.
Everyone knew Micha’el wasn’t just any warrior.
Leon’do frowned from the sidelines, adjusting his glasses with two fingers.
’Auren’s at a clear disadvantage. I can’t even track Micha’el’s movements properly—and I’m using every ounce of my observation skill.’
Anast’cia watched in tense silence, thoughts racing.
’Micha’el... the first Goldhair to earn the rare Sword Savant class through real battle experience. He lived through the nightmare three years ago and came out stronger. No doubt he’s a frontrunner to succeed Mathes as the next tribe leader. That Auren kid... he’ll end up like the last fool who challenged him.’
Jaira’s face went pale. She stepped forward, her voice sharp with panic.
"Auren, don’t do this," she pleaded.
"You don’t get it- Micha’el isn’t just strong, he has long reached the level of an elite warrior!" Her eyes were filled with panic as she continued,
"I’ve faced him before when I was at my absolute best... and I couldn’t even block two of his moves! How about you? You can barely summon your mana in your current condition!"
Micha’el cut in with a mocking tone. "What’s the matter? Don’t tell me the brave little human who faced Vulkris is scared of one elf with a sword?"
Auren took a deep breath, weighing his options.