The Achievement Junkie - 598 Giving Up the Challenge...

The Thundering God repeated himself, “Who is that, the man under the roxite helm?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“If not, then how can we guarantee that he–”

“Do you sense divine energy from him? No. So why would you dare accuse him of being a god?” replied Jack. “I’ll tell you this much. We’ve recently begun experimenting with summoning ancient heroes. He’s the first lv. 85 hero that we’ve successfully summoned. As for his identity, I hope you’re memory is good or you’ll never be able to figure it out.”

Torian stopped asking questions as he and Grixor paid close attention to the man in the black helmet.

As the mightiest mortal Storm Dragon, the beast boasted unrivaled speed among mortals of the world. The only ones worthy of mention were the two currently interlocked in the aerial combat. That was until now.

The Storm Dragon chased and lunged for his opponent with precision and pin-point timing, utilizing his agile tail to the fullest. But the mysterious man would faint and evade each strike. The man didn’t seem to be overwhelmingly fast but he seemed to know where each strike was heading each and every time, casually stepping aside to avoid the blows.

As the Storm Dragon roared in fury and sped up, the man remained silent. Many of the spectators shifted their attention to that battle as the dragon’s cries grew louder. Yet the man continued to evade and had yet to retrieve his weapon.

Finally, after sidestepping a few blows and getting in close to the Storm Dragon, the mysterious man made his move.

The Storm Dragon realized that the man was too close and strived to back away but the man kept closing the distance. When the dragon lunged its tail into the man, the man retrieved a rapier and doused it in lightning, wind, and space energies, leaving all watching eyes stunned.

A single thrust, that’s all the man made. However, the cries of the Storm Dragon instantly ceased after receiving a hole through the dragon’s throat and spine.

“IMPOSSIBLE?!”

“Calm down, Torian!” shouted Jack with a laugh. “Remember, you accepted and chose this!”

The mysterious man stepped onto the Strom Dragon carcass, claiming it as his own before storing it away in front of the crowd of furious dragons.

“There’s no way he’s lv. 85!” Torian argued.

“Well, he was when we summoned him. So long as he’s not a god, does his level matter right now?” questioned Jack, leaving the Thundering Dragon without an argument.

As the man flicked his rapier around, which had never received a drop of blood due to the speed of his strike, wind energy gathered around him to carry him through the air. The rapier led the man’s charge for the Storm Dragon in a gridlock with the Minokawa.

Not only were the dragons startled but so were combatants from Trodar.

They were introduced to the man early in the morning and he was already wearing his mysterious getup. All they understood about the man was his supposed status as an ancient hero. Jack had explained the man as an ancient hero which Jack had summoned upon Daruun’s demand and, in Jack’s own words, was a “PVP Champion”. No one understood what that meant exactly but now they wouldn’t be able to question the man’s skills in any way.

That man quickly arrived to tag-team the final Storm Dragon, not allowing the rivalry of the races to continue.

This added to the Storm Dragon’s anger, especially when his Minokawa opponent gladly welcomed the aid. The Storm Dragon was baffled at how shameless the Minokawa acted during such a fateful duel of their species.

Phoro, despite his growth in level and maturity in battle, would never turn away help that made his job easier. This led to Phoro not only allowing the man to join the fight but to Phoro coordinating attacks with the mystery man. The brash and lazy Minokawa was glad to get the match over with as soon as possible.

The match was already dead even between Phoro and the Storm Dragon, so the additional aid of the man who killed the stronger Storm Dragon led to an obvious outcome. While Phoro kept the dragon on the run, the man eventually delivered a single blow to end the Storm Dragon’s life.

Phoro then rushed to aid Dragov while the man charged toward the Magma Dragon.

“This one’s mine!” Hadurt howled as he picked up the tempo.

But that didn’t stop the mystery man’s rushing attacks. Now, the Magma Dragon was counting the seconds remaining of his life.

“NOW!”

Torian and Grixor shouted together, refusing to see any more of this. Their cry sent the surrounding dragons into a frenzy as they collapsed onto the battlefield.

The two gods leading the invasion turned to Jack and were about to roar again but they were interrupted by three sudden cries behind them. All gods glanced to find three copies of Jack holding the recently ascended Magma Dragons by their heads. Jack’s fingers clamped tightly onto each dragon’s skull as their cries died down and their limbs drooped toward the earth like a ragdoll.

“You chose this, so don’t blame me!” Jack shouted, letting his copies vanish as the Magma Dragon gods began their fall to the battle below.

“THEN DIE!” Torian shouted as he darted into action.

Each legendary god had readied themself the moment the first Storm Dragon was slain. Now, they acted without hesitation.

Tralbok rushed toward the falling Magma Gods. Seeing such valuable pawns be removed so easily was a blow to their reputation as legendary gods and they could use them now. But a flash of purple light appeared before him, stopping Tralbok in his tracks.

Space energy danced around Moranti’s hands, creating a spatial rift behind the cluster of legendary gods. And the moment it opened up, the remaining gods of Trodar rushed out with the intent to kill.