Chapter 331: And It Was Winter (7)
In the fierce battle between Keter and Eslow, it seemed like Keter held the advantage from afar. All the arrows embedded in Eslow’s chest, shoulder, and the center of his back were fatal wounds.
“Is the Divine Bow of Sefira going to win against the Lord of the South?!” someone muttered.
At that, half of the people gathered nodded in agreement. However, a few remained silent with serious faces. They were the ones who knew that Eslow hadn’t even used half of his power. Of course, Keter was aware as well.
I expected he wouldn’t be an easy opponent, but this is... Has it really come to this?
The more they fought, the more Keter realized he had been mistaken, believing he could face one of the Four Lords. The basis of that misconception had come from experience in his past life of fighting the Lord of the East, Deyal, on equal footing.
Keter now realized and admitted he hadn’t truly matched Deyal back then. Deyal likely hadn’t even used half his strength. In other words, Deyal had gone easy on him.
Absurd monsters...
In conclusion, the current situation was the worst possible. The Lord of the South wasn’t simply twice as strong as Keter had thought, but twenty times stronger.
Even after taking Eslow’s five greatest weapons, ambushing with a Demon Sword, Wid’s unexpected strike...
It initially seemed like Eslow, who was said to have mastered all weapons, was being defeated due to the Limitless Archery as it was an unfamiliar type of archery to him. Yet, there was a reason he was known as a genius. Eslow continuously adapted to the technique at an unbelievable speed.
Would buying more time to cause more blood loss be meaningless?
Eslow had red blood like a human, but something was different. The blood that left his body evaporated in the blink of an eye. The blood on his clothes didn’t evaporate, making it look like he had suffered massive bleeding, but there wasn’t a single bloodstain at his feet.