Chapter 24 : One Player Stands


    "Let''s go…!"


    "Oooohhhh!"


    The battle cry resounded through the air, carrying with it the urgency of the situation. A rallying call that sounded to unite and incite themselves in their pursuit of glory. With a callback fervor, the Wreaking Havoc members pressed to deploy their assault against Straight.


    “Come!”


    Whaammmm…


    Against the overwhelming numbers, Straight stood his ground with a grin.


    With a flick of his wrist, Straight summoned elemental barriers that deflected incoming spells and reduced the impact of physical attacks. Elemental barriers sprang to life, their translucent forms pulsing with raw energy. Incoming spells struck the shimmering defenses, dispersing harmlessly into flickering embers and crackling sparks.


    Arrows and blades found their impact dulled, their force reduced to little more than glancing blows. The barriers held strong, shielding him from the chaos that threatened to consume him.


    “Fireball…”


    A surge of fire danced at his fingertips, swelling into a searing sphere of destruction. He hurled a Fireball into the advancing ranks. The explosion sent a shockwave through the battlefield, engulfing several opponents in flames, their cries drowned by the roaring inferno.


    Before the embers could settle, lightning crackled up his arms, energy building like a storm ready to be unleashed.


    With a snap, a Lightning Bolt tore through the air, striking one enemy before jumping to another, then another. The crackling chain of electricity sent bodies convulsing, their movements jerky and uncontrolled as they staggered from the sudden burst of power.


    He kept on barraging Fireballs and Lightning Bolts in between, targeting groups of enemies and momentarily disrupting their formations.


    Baaanngg Krasshh Craankk…


    Rays of light appeared after the health points of some of the players from Wreaking Havoc became zero, tasting firsthand the power received from the spearman.


    Dashh


    A Wreaking Havoc warrior was able to bypass his attacks and lunged at him, sword slashing downward in a desperate attempt to catch him off guard. Straight twisted his body to the side at the last possible moment, the blade whistling past his body. In that same breath, he stepped into his opponent’s guard, his elbow snapping up into the man’s jaw.


    Before the warrior could even cry out, Straight spun, driving his knee into the stunned foe’s stomach, sending him sprawling backward.


    Another enemy came from the side, swinging a pair of daggers in quick lethal arcs. Instead of retreating, Aron advanced, deflecting one dagger with the shaft of his weapon and ducking under the second strike.


    He pivoted low and drove his knuckle into the assassin’s wrist, forcing the blade from his grip. In the next motion, he slammed the hilt of his weapon into his ribs, knocking them breathless before finishing with a sharp swing that sent his crashing to the ground.


    Krrrsstt


    A brute wielding a war hammer roared and brought his weapon crashing down, intent on crushing him in one blow. Noah sidestepped as the hammer slammed into the dirt with a thunderous impact. Seizing the opening, he twirled his spear staff upward, cracking the shaft against the brute’s wrist, forcing him to drop his weapon. With a follow-up spin, he drove the spear tip into the man’s shoulder, sending him staggering back in agony.


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    “Not enough!” Aron shouted after he sent a hurling Fireball toward the hammer user, scorching him on the ground devastatingly.


    After all, he was a Battlemage, a unique synthesis of brute strength and magical mastery. His weapon the spear staff was the perfect embodiment of his dual nature.


    Its outer layer was honed into a deadly spear, a sharp destructive edge meant for piercing armor and delivering crushing physical blows. But observe closely enough and you’d see that its inner core was that of a staff, a reservoir of energy that amplified every strike with the force of magic.


    …


    The crashing of metal and magic resounded as Straight engaged in the battles with some of the batch''s strongest members. He kept on parrying sword strikes with his spear staff, dodged powerful spells, and countered with swift and lethal strikes. Each move was executed while trying to exploit openings and weaknesses in his opponents'' defenses.


    And as the battle raged on, Straight''s tenacity and skill began to take a toll on the Wreaking Havoc members, chipping away at their morale and coordination.


    The onlookers couldn''t help but be impressed by Straight''s resilience and skill. Sighs of awe and even curses spread among the Wreaking Havoc members as they witnessed the lone fighter holding his ground against their combined might. It was basically a display of mastery.


    As time wore on, fatigue began to weigh on. The battle had taken its toll, and the momentum of the fight was on its high point. But Straight''s onslaught remained unshaken, and his opponents began to feel the pressure of his relentless assault. Every strike, every spell, brought them closer to their limits.


    The once high spirited members of Wreaking Havoc began to wear expressions of stunned and disbelief. What was supposed to be an overwhelming advantage in numbers was being systematically dismantled by a single player. Their faces paled as they watched their comrades fall one by one.


    The shock on their faces was tactual as they witnessed Straight''s maneuvers, his practically uncountered strikes, and his seamless transition between offensive and defensive tactics. They had absolutely underestimated him, and assumed that his lower level would be their advantage. But as their numbers dwindled and the realization sank in, their initial arrogance was replaced with a growing sense of desperation.


    Each fallen guild member cast a shadow of doubt over their certainty of victory, and some began to question their decision to engage in combat against him. The ranks that had once been tightly knit began to fray as panic and confusion set in. Straight''s assault shattered their cohesion and left them vulnerable.


    The battlefield was strewn with fallen comrades, and their guild''s reputation was on the line. The reality of their situation hit hard, with no solution on sight for them.


    “How are we supposed to win against this madman?!”


    “Even the Commander fell, what are we even trying to achieve here…”


    “I really should’ve not joined this damn guild…”


    “Guys! I found a bastard traitor here!”


    “F***, do you not regret it yourself?! Where is your conscience?”


    “Hold up, look at the situation! Something is off..”


    It seemed that their fear was short lived as some of them could see that Straight started to slow down his attacks. He seemed to be tired, and his posture mostly consisted of being defensive at this point.


    It made sense, after all Aron had been fighting against hundreds of players on his own. It was a common understanding that a player couldn''t fight against tens if not hundreds of people at once, especially at their levels.


    Such monstricity was really making them lose their minds, and him being weakened made them calm down.


    Realizing this, the members of Wreaking Havoc demonstrated their coordination and synergy once more. Their attacks were purposeful, aimed at exploiting Straight''s vulnerabilities and breaking through his defenses. They worked in teams, covering each other''s blind spots and adjusting their strategies on the fly.


    Straight continued to fend off the onslaught of Wreaking Havoc members, and the limitations a single player had against a bunch of players started to be evident. Even with his formidable abilities, there was a limit to how many opponents he could effectively engage at any given time. His fiery explosions, lightning strikes, and magical barriers were potent, but from how the progress was going, it seemed that they could only cover a certain area and deal with a limited number of attackers.


    The Wreaking Havoc members were well aware of this, and they used it to their advantage. Their attacks came from all directions, testing Straight''s ability to defend against multiple fronts simultaneously after reorganizing once more and seizing the chance by looking at how Straight being passive.


    With each passing moment, the tide of battle seemed to shift.


    "Alright, I guess not a bad battle after all. Time to make the light become light I guess..." After tanking a sword coming from behind him, Straight’s voice trailed off as he suddenly propelled himself powerfully toward a certain person.


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