Chapter 1090 - A Divided Group?
Being pushed back, Vladomod stumbled a bit before adjusting himself again.
d.a.m.n. These Morgs!
How dare they ruin a perfectly good operation?
Even though he could only see Mitchen"s eyes, he still felt like the b.a.s.t.a.r.d was laughing at him.
F***!
If eyes could kill, Mitchen would be dead a hundred times over by now!
Reddish veins appeared in Vladomod"s eyes as he gritted his teeth and clenched his swords again.
He wasn"t a fool.
He could tell that the person he was fighting was probably a big boss here.
In fact, he might be the one spearheading the whole operation.
From the force the b.a.s.t.a.r.d used to push him back, he could tell that this b.a.s.t.a.r.d was a little stronger than him in raw strength.
Yes.
Even though they seemed evenly matched, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d had a stronger body than him.
Heh.
Want him to give up and silently wait for death?
Never!
If he played things out well, then it wouldn"t be hard to take down the motherf***er.
That is... Even if he had to die, he would take this b.l.o.o.d.y b.a.s.t.a.r.d with him!
Thinking like this, Vladomod"s entire body and emotions stayed firm.
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Like lightning, Vladomod relaunched another deadly attack towards Mitchen.
"I will have your head, you lowly Morg Sc.u.m!!"
"Hahahahaha... I"d like to see you try.
Bring it on, Punk!"
~Cling. Cling. Cling. Cling. Swis.h.!.+~
The duo continuously fought hard, giving each other no room for rest.
And all around them, everyone had seemingly stepped aside, staying as far away as possible from the wave of detection their one-on-one fight was causing.
"Yahhh.... "
Mitchen jumped back, avoiding one of Vladomod"s blades that had now fiercely forced itself into the wooden deck floors, firmly staying routes there.
No doubt, if that attack reached him, the injury would be fatal.
It looked like his little playmate was indeed angry.
This battle was too sweet and fulfilling to him. So he truly enjoyed their battle.
That said, he was now worried that his playmate would be a little crippled if he had only one saber... Seeing that the other was firmly rooted to the ground.
Ermm... Should he help out and "accidentally" remove the saber?
If Vladomod knew what Mitchen was thinking, he would undoubtedly try Mitchen"s face with his b.a.r.e hands.
Here he was doing his best to survive, while his opponent was only treating this entire thing like a play day.
Luckily, Vladomod couldn"t read minds, or he would spit out blood just by looking at Mitchen.
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Mitchen, who was slightly depressed, soon got out of his depression when he saw Vladomod"s next move.
"Good. I knew you wouldn"t disappoint me!"
Just a second after the saber stuck to the ground, Vladomod quickly held it hard and lifted himself, sending a spinning kick that should send Mitchen flying leftwards.
Mitchen looked at the incoming kick and decided to take it on, giving moral to this little planting of his.
After all, he planned to keep this guy busy until most of the Adonis wors.h.i.+ppers were apprehended.
In this era, they could fight for hours and hours.
People who go to war or stay on the battlefield know that battles last 5 times longer, meaning one would have to fight non-stop for their lives until one side withdrew or got whipped out.
Many times when people screamed "retreat," the other side allowed them to go because their limbs were dead tired from exhaustion.
But everyone would"ve at least fought for hours non-stop before retiring.
The key was breathing control and several other methods to keep them up.
So Mitchen"s plans to keep fighting longer wasn"t a problem to both sides, provided they didn"t get fatally injured.
On the battlefield, you get injured, you lose strength, you get slower, lose concentration, get overpowered by the enemy, you die.
It was that simple.
Of course, Mitchen wouldn"t allow Vladomod to get injured.
Like so, Mitchen battled on, always letting Vladomod think that just a little bit more and he would win.
Hahhahahahha!
Today was indeed a fulfilling day.
~Cling. Cling. Cling.~
The duo remained in their heated battle, staying in their own little world.
And as time pa.s.sed by, the Zohls who were watching had confused expressions on their faces when looking at these "Morgs."
All around Mitchen, these Morgs had already killed the Adonis wors.h.i.+ppers around.
And some were even standing guard around Mitchen too.
h.e.l.lo?
You see your comrade fighting for his life, and you don"t go in to help?
Wasn"t this too weird?
Anyone with eyes could see that the Adonis guy (Vladomod) had the upper hand in the fight.
So rather than these Morgs helping their struggling comrade, they were watching around as if it were a show?
Eh? Whose side were they on?
Could it be that they hate their leader so much that they allowed him to struggle so much?
Without a doubt, everyone thought that these people were divided amongst themselves.
Maybe they were just a newly formed team who hated themselves and were sent here to find these Adonis followers.
At this point, they wouldn"t be surprised if they saw one of them sneak attack their leader instead.
Their actions made the Zohls even more confused about who to talk to concerning their situation.
They wanted to find out whether they would be allowed to stay or go.
But with how contrasting the situation was, they were afraid they would be dragged into something else.
That"s why they decided to stay put and quiet, at least until the battle was over.
And by battle, they meant the ENTIRE fight.
Looking at the neighbouring sh.i.p.s, they also saw that the same battle was happening all around.
So they might as well sit still and continue their presence-eliminating skill vigilantly.
In this situation, what else could they do?
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~Cling. Cling. Pah. Bam. Slas.h.!.+~
The battle all around continued for a bit more but surprisingly didn"t last as long as everyone thought it would.
And towards the end, what shocked people was Mitchen"s burst of strength.
Vladomod was the most shocked of all.
One moment he was standing, and the next, he found himself pinned with his chin to the ground in a daze.
Eh?
What could explain what just happened here?
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