"Go, everyone!"
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At the command, the other Berbera instantly moved.
The distance between the two sides was only about ten meters, for these first-class adventurers, that was basically the same as being face-to-face.
In just a moment, the enemy was right in front of him.
"Whoosh", Easily dodging the opponent's swinging longsword, Fron effortlessly countered with a punch so fast the naked eye couldn't even catch it.
"Ugh, "
The power of a Level 5 adventurer was something these Level 2 and Level 3 Berbera simply couldn't withstand. With a single blow, the enemy doubled over, then shot backward as if yanked by a rubber band.
"Boom…" In one strike, the leading enemy was sent crashing into a warehouse by the road.
"..." The intense charge came to an abrupt halt. Everyone froze, shaken by Fron's overwhelming strength.
"You've got to be kidding, he took down a Level 3 in one hit…"
"Don't be afraid, everyone! Even if he's Level 5, we just have to stall him until Phryne, "
Before Aisha could finish her words of encouragement, a shadow fell over her as something blocked the light ahead.
Stiffly raising her head, what met her eyes… was Fron's handsome, faintly smiling face.
"You're… Aisha, Aisha Belka, right? If you withdraw on your own, that's better than me knocking you out, don't you think?"
"..." Her already tan skin visibly flushed red, not from embarrassment, but from anger at being looked down on.
"Don't underestimate me, you bastard!"
"Ha!"
Gripping her twin machetes tightly, Aisha's eyes widened as she swung with all her might, determined to cut him in half.
"Good momentum, but limited strength. Fine then, I'll teach you a lesson today. When you're faced with an enemy you can't defeat, the best strategy is…"
As he spoke, Fron's figure blurred like a ghost, suddenly appearing behind Aisha. He even had time to gently remove her veil.
"… tactical retreat."
"Whoosh!", A powerful kick ripped through the air, sending the stunned Amazoness flying.
"Hmm, this young lady has decent taste." The veil in his hand carried the unique, seductive scent of an Amazoness women, though it wasn't Fron's type.
"You bastard!" Aisha's true face was now revealed, her expression ugly with fury.
"Big sis, he's too strong, should we…" Beside her, an Amazoness with a cracked shoulder whispered painfully. For them, Level 2 and 3 adventurers, this opponent was utterly unbeatable.
He was a top-tier Level 5, and rumors said his abilities were so exceptional that he could challenge opponents above his level. To keep fighting was nothing short of suicide.
But… they had no choice. Remembering their goddess's command, even Aisha couldn't suppress a shiver.
Turning her head, her tone became harsh.
"We must fight to the end. Have you forgotten what will happen if we retreat?"
"..." The other Berbera's' faces twisted with bitterness at her words.
Meanwhile, watching from the side, Fron seemed thoughtful.
'They're still fighting even though they know they can't win… with Ishtar's personality, they've probably all been forced or enchanted.'
Thinking of Ishtar's ties to the Evilus, a shadow flashed across Fron's eyes.
"Since it's come to this, I'll defeat you all, that way, you'll have an excuse to give Ishtar."
Clenching his fists, Fron's body blurred again as he began his one-sided assault like a predatory wolf.
The clash of fists and bodies, the cracking ground, collapsing houses, and the screams all blended together, bringing the hopeless battle to its end.
"Cough… cough…"
Clutching her stomach, Aisha doubled over and knelt on the ground like a shrimp, forcing herself to look up at the man before her, her eyes full of grudging admiration.
"Heh, a kindhearted adventurer, that's rare."
With a dull thud, Fron knocked out the last of the Berbera and turned slightly under the moonlight.
"You're pitiful women. I'm no devil, I won't kill you over a small conflict. Besides… considering Ishtar's shameless nature, I'd better think carefully about what she's planning in this harbor town."
"Cough, cough…" Wiping blood from her lips, Aisha rasped in a hoarse voice that still carried her burning spirit.
"You're perceptive, little brother. So… what will you do next? Are you planning to oppose the Ishtar Familia? Think carefully, this isn't a fight between you and me, but a full-scale war between two familias!"
Hearing the clash of swords and axes in the distance, Fron smiled faintly and began walking toward the sound, his back to her.
"War? Ishtar declaring war on the Loki Familia?"
"Heh, you're giving her too much credit. Who gave that goddess the courage to challenge us? She should sort out her rivalry with the other beauty goddess before trying to take on Loki's Familia."
In the end, Fron left Aisha with only his graceful, powerful back, exuding a confidence that no one could deny.
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"It's now! Do it!"
Using her overwhelming strength and furious storm of attacks, Phryne drove Ais into a dead end on the street in an instant.
Then, under Ais confused gaze, she shouted something.
"What is she doing?" Ais thought blankly, puzzled.
But her enemy gave her no time to think, suddenly, a sharp, irritating noise invaded her ears, making her heart pound in agitation.
"What was that just now?"
"Hahaha!" Phryne laughed wildly, swinging her battle axe as she closed the distance.
"You think I'll tell you? Why don't you guess for yourself?"
Feeling victory within reach, the giant woman's face twisted into a grotesque grin. Seeing confusion on that beautiful face she envied so much filled her with delight.
"I don't have time to waste on you, my comrades are waiting for me to rescue them, so…"
With that, Ais invoked her magic.
"Awaken (Tempest)!"
"..."
Strangely, Phryne didn't take advantage of the moment to attack, instead, she hoisted her axe and watched with interest.
"Magic? Hahaha… go ahead, Sword Princess, use your magic!"
"..."
"Awaken (Tempest)!"
"..."
The second incantation was uttered, but the magic still didn't activate.
Ais' heart sank.