Chapter 18 : Fight


    Amidst the skirmish, a distinct group clad in imposing armors and wielding formidable weapons emerged from the ranks of a frontliner. Their arrival was marked by a loud sound as they formed a barrier in front of Noah, their armor adorned with the emblem of their guild, Wreaking Havoc.


    The sudden appearance of this elite force looked like a sign to a shift in the momentum of the battle where Noah was participating in. Their united movements and sharp expressions spoke of a well-coordinated team.


    Graannggk


    As they positioned themselves toward Noah, tension rippled through the air, a standoff between two opposing forces each assessing the other''s strengths.


    "Who''s this guy Straight? And why is he attacking us?" one of the Wreaking Havoc elites demanded, his voice a blend of aggression and curiosity.


    "I don''t know, but we can''t let him disrupt our mission…" another answered, his gaze locked onto Noah''s form.


    "I bet he is just like the others, he seeks the bounty offered by the Valiant Wave."


    "Still, he took down our teammates with relative ease. We can''t underestimate him."


    The elite members of Wreaking Havoc exchanged subtle glances, their collective resolve solidifying as they squared off against Noah. Their armors cladded with little details and bearing the marks of recent looking battles, showcased their allegiance to their guild and their commitment.


    They then saw the level of Noah, which was 30.


    30...


    Freaking 30 man...


    When they realized that Noah was only level 30, they were surprised and some even laughed at that.


    "Look at this guy, thinking he can take us on. What''s your level, newbie? Level 30? Hah, we’re just thinking too much…" one of them jeered, a smirk tugging at his lips.


    "Yeah, he is clearly in over his head. He is just lucky for a few moments before,” another added, the disdain evident in his tone.


    It was understandable why one would think like that. Because level in a lot of situations determined just how far the range of achievement one would have in that person’s endeavor.


    If a person’s level was low, that would most likely mean that their gears were also on the lower spectrum. And stats would also basically follow along.


    Especially when this situation was related to the rookie players. After all, high leveled players would not agree with this rule.


    “Such is life…”


    Noah, still masked by his Chameleon Visage, sighed as he listened to their taunts with a calm demeanor. It was evident that they underestimated him based on his apparent level.


    Though from this, he saw an opportunity in their hubris.


    Srriiinnk


    With a fluid motion, Noah readied his unique-rated Lambasting Spear, the glint of steel meeting the flickering light of magic around him. The Chameleon Visage hid his face, but his eyes could relay of his composure and focus. As the Wreaking Havoc elites continued to exchange mocking remarks, they remained looking down onto the spearman in front of them.


    Dassshh


    Without warning, Noah lunged forward with a speed that belied their understanding, his movements felt as fast as the wind.


    Thaannngg…


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    The first elite to taunt him found himself disarmed and incapacitated, his weapons and abilities rendered momentarily useless.


    In the blink of an eye, Noah had bypassed the defenses of another elite, delivering a swift blow that left the Wreaking Havoc member momentarily stunned. The clash of his weapon echoed as another elite attempted to retaliate, only to be met with Noah''s agile evasion and a follow-up strike that left him reeling.


    Baang Srinnk Kraanng….


    The sudden shift from mockery to assault caught the Wreaking Havoc elites off guard. Their initial confidence gave way to panic as they struggled to counter Noah''s relentless onslaught. The disparity in their understanding of their levels, gears, and experience became inapparent as Noah''s skillful maneuvers left a trail of incapacitated adversaries in his wake.


    "Let''s go!" One of the elites propelled fastly toward Noah, trying to rally his allies.


    “Arcane Resonance…”, Noah used a skill gifted from his Lambasting Spear.


    …


    Arcane Resonance - Successful melee attacks with the Lambasting Spear have a chance to generate an Arcane Resonance effect, temporarily increasing user''s spell power for a short duration relative to stats. This effect synergizes with the user''s spellcasting, enhancing the potency of the user''s magical arsenal. Mana Cost: 25 mana per activation


    …


    Noah''s spear became an extension of himself, his swing and thrust enveloped with a hazy crackle. He launched a swift jab, channeling his mana into the Lambasting Spear. Arcane energy crackled along the weapon''s length, and with a graceful flourish, he sent a pulsating shockwave rippling toward his adversaries. The impact sent ripples through the ground, forcing the Wreaking Havoc elites to scatter.


    He continued a bombardment of elements. A burst of flames surged from the tip of his spear, aimed at the most vulnerable looking targets. A fireball whizzed through the air, striking a Wreaking Havoc member and engulfing him in searing flames. The impact forced a desperate roll to douse the flames, momentarily incapacitating their foe.


    But Noah''s assault was still relentless. A flow of frost followed, casting a cascade of ice shards upon his opponents. The sudden coldness sapped their movements, slowing them down just enough to give Noah an edge. The freezing frost even encased a Wreaking Havoc warrior in a frigid cocoon, leaving him vulnerable and exposed.


    “Damn it… Group up to me…!”


    Still, the Wreaking Havoc elites were not to be underestimated. Swiftly recovering from their momentary disarray, they retaliated with a coordinated onslaught of their own. Blades glinted in the light as their swords and axes launched toward the lone spearman. Noah''s defenses were tested as he nimbly sidestepped, deflecting blows with the Lambasting Spear in his hand.


    With that, the fight progressed to erupt in a flurry of skills and offense as Noah engaged the elite members of Wreaking Havoc. With each clash, the battlefield was transformed into a stage of dominance.


    “Arcane…”


    Lightning surged through the air, arcs of electricity zapping towards Noah. He responded with swift agility, invoking a barrier of ice to absorb the electrical onslaught. In the same breath, he unleashed a torrent of arcane energy, Arcane Blast, piercing through enemy defenses and inflicting heavy damage with a short 6 seconds cooldown and 200 mana consumption.


    Whaammm


    The powerful wave of concussive force scattered his adversaries like leaves in the wind.


    The Wreaking Havoc elites, though resilient, began to show signs of weariness. Noah''s strategic assaults were wearing them down, which somehow could exploit their vulnerabilities and disorient their formations.


    "Come!" Noah shouted as he launched himself toward them once again. The Chameleon Visage concealed his true identity, allowing him to focus solely on the task at hand.


    The Wreaking Havoc elites, bolstered by their higher levels, had been underestimating the mysterious intruder, their confidence radiated from beneath their gleaming armors.


    Now, the elites'' initial confidence quickly eroded as Noah''s relentless assault broke through their defenses. One by one, their health bars dwindled, and their once-coordinated movements faltered in the face of Noah’s onslaught.


    Noah''s proficiency with both magic and melee combat proved to be a one-edged sword for the unsuspecting Wreaking Havoc elites. He unleashed attacks that combined spells and physical strikes, overwhelming those who had expected a Noahforward confrontation. The seamless transitions between his abilities were puzzling their minds, as if he was playing along with their ranks like he was in his own backyard.


    “Arcane Blast…”


    The earth quaked as another tempest of energy erupted from his position, obliterating his surroundings and leaving the enemy forces staggered.


    Baaaammmm…


    Explosion occurred as the onlookers couldn''t see clearly because of the smoke. And as the dust settled, the remnants of the Wreaking Havoc guild gazed upon their fallen comrades, realizing that the tide of battle had turned against them.


    Their initial ease had been shattered, replaced by an undeniable bewilderment.


    Noah''s unexpected prowess had left them questioning their minds. The disparities between their levels and his defied conventional expectations.


    His movements were fluid like a calm river yet deadly like a flood, a dance of powerful strikes and agile dodges, all boosted by the synergy of his skills and the potency of his powerful looking spear.


    Because despite their higher levels, the Wreaking Havoc elites were unable to mount an effective defense against Noah''s assaults. Especially when it was 1 against many…