Chapter 193: Mediocre Clowns
Darian saw the enemy rushing in... but didn’t move. He just channeled the ring’s power into his cloak. The runes on it lit up, forming a defensive barrier around Niara, who was tucked inside the hood. She snorted, clearly wanting to fight too, but held back, clinging her tiny body to his neck.
Everyone watched Darian activate that thing, completely stunned. It was just a plain cloak — even the smallest wave of Woldi’s power should’ve shredded it instantly. What the hell’s he thinking...?
"Watch out!" a bunch of humans and elves shouted from afar.
Woldi’s claws came slashing down with brutal force. But Darian didn’t even flinch.
A dull thud echoed.
Right in the epicenter... Woldi’s claws slammed straight into Darian’s chest, shocking everyone. The two just stood there. His claws had pierced into Darian’s chest... but then... Woldi’s expression twisted.
"That’s it?" — this time, it was Darian who mocked.
With a flick of his hand, dozens of daggers materialized around him, shooting toward Woldi. His eyes went wide, trying to dodge — but in the split second he shifted focus, he didn’t even see the fist coming.
*BANG!!!*
The daggers didn’t even move. It was just the punch. And that poor beast went flying again, smashing across the ground for dozens of meters. Meanwhile, more and more of that sinister black power quietly crept into his body.
Everyone’s eyes locked on Darian, completely shaken. He was covered in blood — those claws were massive and had stabbed straight into him. Anyone else would be one second away from death. But then... a soft white light flashed... and the wounds just closed. Instantly.