Chapter 262: CCLXII. Ghost Eye Mad Blade
Ben encountered a Hall-level adventurer who was clearly the cream of the crop, not just the tea.
In the darkness, Ben held incredible advantages; it felt more like magic than skill.
But the conditions for promotion to Hall-level were harsh; mere overwhelming strength was not enough. One also needed a deed celebrated across the land, leaving many stuck at the Heroic Level, unable to progress further.
Yet, Heroic Level adventurers were already rare. Most adventurers were the kind that bragged to their buddies about knife scars and earned their meals in jail.
A vastly different breed from the so-called elder brothers.
Ghost Eye Mad Blade, Saleret, had made his appearance.
True to his nickname, he wore an iron mask as terrifying as a demon’s face affixed onto his own, revealing only his eyes which gleamed blood-red in the darkness.
His figure was bizarrely lean and tall, about two meters in height, with hair as stiff as steel needles slicked back behind him. Despite the freezing new year weather, he was topless, wearing only riding pants and military boots pilfered from some soldier.
His arms and chest bore the tattooed markings of ferocious magic beasts, and his whole being was ghost-like, wielding an ordinary-looking Iron Sword with a seam in the middle.
Due to the overlarge outdoor pool, many ice floes had formed in the cold winter weather, giving Ben an advantage. The more complex the terrain, the greater his space to maneuver, especially at night.
Both of them were dancing on thin ice, stirring violent ripples in the waters of the pool.