More Fiends surrounded the young master, but he did not stop swinging the short swords. He hacked and slashed as he advanced, leaving a pile of corpses in his trail. The two short swords suddenly shattered due to the excessive amount of Force that Arthur was imbuing, but that did not stop him from advancing.
He fought with his fists and legs, punching and kicking those who tried to get near him. Each punch has a strength that almost rivaled of a giant, snapping the necks of those who met his fists. His legs were powerful as well. A simple forward kick and side kick pushed a Fiend at least 10 meters from him so fast and hard that those who were surrounding the Fiend that was kicked absorbed the shockwave and was forced to be pushed back by a mere kick.
He recalled the Hundred Blades around him and picked a spear to use as his primary weapon. The Hundred Blades resumed their onslaught while Arthur began to lunge his spear against the Fiends. Thanks to the spear's long length, before the Fiends could even reach the young master's hair, the sharp pointy blade of the spear pierced their hearts.
Realizing that the Fiends are no match for the young master, some Fiends grabbed a boulder and threw it in the air. The boulder landed exactly where Arthur was, but before it could even hit the young master, he used Force Hands to stop the boulder midair and threw it back where it was last thrown. The Fiends got smashed by the boulder and the young master continued his advance.
'Young master, do you need help over there?' I asked while helping a wounded Guardian stand up.
'Negative, Banther. How about you? How's your end?' He asked.
'Things here on my side are going smoothly thanks to you, young master.' I replied.
The fight went on for twenty minutes. As soon as twenty minutes mark hit, the young master's Hundred Blades turned into Thousands of Blades. He slowly ascended in the air while the Thousands of Blades were still dancing against the horde of Fiends. When Arthur was about 20 meters from the ground, he recalled the Thousands of Blades to his side. The sky slowly became dark as the thousand weapons he was controlling hid the sun from the camp. Arthur's eyes glowed in the dark while glaring at the Fiends that were retreating from his presence.
Then, he pushed his arms outward, followed by the Thousands of Blades that descended like rain from the sky. The weapons killed a huge percentage of the Fiends, piercing their skulls until they died. After the rain of attack was over, there were still Fiends left in the camp. However, as they were about to leave, they froze from their places, making them stiff.
"Who said that all of you can leave without my orders?" An ear-splitting voice echoed from the outside of the broken wall. "How dare you fall back and make yourselves lose against a mere zolgarian kid?"
A small, yet powerful Fiend appeared from the outside. He was walking slowly towards the camp, by passing the Fiends that were still frozen. The powerful Fiend that just appeared has a similar body size like a zolgarian. Except, instead of having a flesh, all he has were bones that are shaded black. His eye-sockets have green flames protruding from them, while his teeth have jagged jaws that looked like fangs. The powerful foe was wearing a forest green pants, a sapphire blouse with rusty and broken medals hanging on his left chest, a black cape with holes covering his body but revealing his clothes, while his face was being shielded by a hoodie from his cape.
Despite his ragged looks, his presence was enough to make all of us tremble.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Iskara. A member of the Black Hole organization." His voice echoed once more, snapping us back to reality.
'A member of the Black Hole. They are the most powerful organization that has been threatening the universe since its creation.' I said to the young master via Wi-Fi Link.
I glanced at the young master's way. What I saw surprised me. Most zolgarians or Guardians, when they first meet a member of a Black Hole, would usually freeze in their spot due to the strong killing intent that they were exuding. But Arthur was different.
He was calm. There were no signs of trembling that could be seen in his body. His posture was relaxed, but his guard was never down. His cyan eyes were scanning the foe that just appeared, like a general who scans the battlefield before they make their attack.
'Thanks for the information, Banther. Can you move?' He asked, his voice was calm.
'I can, young master.' I replied.
'Do you think you can hold on against him for ten minutes?' He asked.
'With my current state, I can do only five or six at most. May I know why?'
'Thats fine. I need to recover and think of a strategy to face him.' My eyes went wide from his answer. Despite his first time facing a powerful foe from the Black Hole, each word he spouted has confidence behind them.
I smiled. 'I can push myself to ten minutes. Take your time, young master.' I said and I bolted straight to Iskara.