Free Web NovelChapter 229: Clashes Across Battlefield
The clash between George, Daniel, Peter, and Varyn had already stretched on long enough for the battlefield around them to change into destruction.
Their movements carved through the ground again and again, weapons colliding in sharp bursts that sent sparks and fragments of Ether scattering into the air, yet neither side had managed to fully break the other.
Each exchange met with equal resistance, each attempt to push forward halted by precise counters and relentless pressure in return.
At a glance, the fight looked balanced.
But Daniel knew better.
His feet slid back slightly as he deflected another incoming strike from Varyn. His twin bluish daggers caught the smaller blades with a sharp metallic ring before he twisted his body and forced some distance between them.
His breathing remained controlled, but his eyes moved briefly beyond the immediate fight to scan the battlefield in quick movements.
What he saw made his chest tighten. Their numbers were dropping fast.
Men who had stood beside them earlier were gone now, their positions empty or overrun, while Red’s forces still pressed forward with overwhelming presence.
The imbalance grew clearer with every passing second and the longer this dragged on, the worse it would become.
"This is bad..." he muttered under his breath.
Not far from him, George swung his hammer, the heavy weapon crashing down against Peter’s sword in a violent collision that sent a shockwave rippled.
The impact forced Peter back half a step. But he recovered quickly. His sword snapping back up to guard as his stance remained firm.
George grinned, his teeth clenched as excitement burned in his eyes. His grip tightening around the hammer’s handle as if he thrived in the chaos.
Daniel clicked his tongue before calling out. "George! Stop dragging this out!"
George didn’t immediately respond as he swung again, his hammer sweeping in a wide arc that forced Peter to pivot away and deflect with both hands gripping his sword.
"We don’t have time for this!" Daniel continued, his tone sharper as he ducked under one of Varyn’s dagger strikes and countered with a fast slash that forced him back. "Look around! We’re losing! Our numbers are dropping and theirs aren’t!"
That finally reached him.
George’s next movement slowed slightly as his eyes flickered away from Peter to scan the battlefield the same way Daniel had. Then he saw it.
The empty spaces, fallen bodies, and overwhelming presence of Red’s forces still pushing forward.
His grin faded.
"...Tch."
He tightened his jaw. His excitement cooled as reality settled in, heavier than the weight of his weapon.
"Yeah. I see it now," George muttered as he adjusted his stance. "You’re right."
He let out a long breath slowly. The reckless energy in his movements began to tighten into something far more deliberate.
"Let’s end this fast, Daniel!" freёweɓnovel.com
Daniel nodded slightly, his gaze sharpening as his daggers steadied in his hands.
Across from them, Peter and Varyn also felt the shift.
They had already known their opponents weren’t simple, but the change in pressure made it clear that the fight was entering a different phase.
Peter’s eyes narrowed as he adjusted his grip on his sword. His breathing was steady despite the strain building in his muscles. His determination hardened further as he stole a quick glance into the distance.
He saw Red still locked in battle against Myles.
"I need to finish this," he thought, his jaw tightening. "I have to get there and help him."
Beside him, Varyn twirled his daggers before settling into a lower stance. He charged, his movements became sharper and more precise. His earlier probing attacks were replaced with far more lethal moves.
They couldn’t afford to hold back anymore.
In fact, neither side could.
George charged. His foot slamming into the ground as he surged forward. His hammer rises before crashing down toward Peter with overwhelming force. The air seemed to split under the weight of the swing.
Peter met it directly.
His sword rose at the last moment, catching the hammer with a resounding impact that sent a shockwave bursting outward.
CLANG!
The force drove into his arms as his feet dug into the ground to hold his position.
At the same time, Daniel and Varyn also collided.
Their movements blurred as both sets of daggers clashed in rapid succession. Blades flashing in tight arcs as sparks erupted between them with every contact.
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Not far from that clash, another battle unfolded with the same intensity.
Clara stepped forward with her frost spear held firmly in her grasp. She was facing the woman standing across from her.
The opponent carried a long spear as well. Its dark shaft gleaming under the chaotic red light of the battlefield.
Their weapons met again with a sharp ring. The force of the collision sent a small burst of Ether as both of them held their ground without giving an inch.
They moved almost in sync. Their thrusts to each other met with a deflection and answered by another. Their spacing remained tight and controlled, neither willing to overcommit while they tested each other’s rhythm.
The woman’s lips slowly curled into a sneer.
"So this is all?" she said, her voice carrying a mocking edge as she slid her spear aside and circled slightly. "You’re not that strong. You just got lucky being part of a strong group."
The words cut through the noise of battle clearly.
Clara’s expression tightened into anger. She didn’t respond immediately, but her grip around the shaft of her spear hardened as a cold pressure began to gather around her hands.
The weapon reacted to her emotions. The surface of the frost spear turned colder as a thin mist began to spread outward, coiling gently around the blade.
"Is that what you think, you bitch?" she muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Then she moved.
Her foot pushed off the ground with sudden force, and in the next instant her body surged forward far faster than before.
The frost spear cut through the air in a sharp thrust that carried a visible trail of cold mist behind it.
The woman’s eyes widened.
Clara’s speed had increased enough to break the balance they had held until now.
She twisted her body just in time to deflect, but the impact still forced her back as frost spread along the shaft of her weapon. The cold biting into her grip.
Clara’s next attacks followed immediately. Her thrusts now were faster and sharper than the last.
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On another side of the battlefield, Samantha stood with her bow drawn. Her eyes locked onto the figures advancing toward her position.
The string released with a sharp snap as an arrow shot forward, cutting cleanly through the air before striking one of the elites and forcing him to stagger.
Beside her, Ethan moved constantly.
His twin pistols fired in controlled bursts, sending precise shots as he shifted his stance and repositioned to prevent the enemies from closing the distance easily.
The sound of gunfire echoed in rapid succession as he covered Samantha’s openings, forcing their opponents to stay on guard.
"They’re coming, Sam!" Ethan said.
Samantha didn’t respond, already drawing another arrow.
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Elsewhere, Victor and Kade fought their own battles.
Victor’s huge cleaver clashed against his opponent’s weapon, sparks erupting as he stepped in and forced his opponent back with a powerful swing.
Kade moved differently.
His body weaved through incoming attacks with sharp and calculated steps, his gauntlets flashing in quick bursts of ember as he countered from unexpected angles with sharp punches. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
Across the battlefield, every clash intensified. Every fight edged closer to its breaking point.
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