The Birth of the Demon Sword

Threats

Chapter 19 - 19. Threats

Noah breathed a rough sigh.

Now that the battle was over, he was overwhelmed by the exhaustion of his body.

Even if he reduced the number of "Breaths" as he got used to killing ferocious beasts, he barely had any leftovers.

He constantly used the ones on his feet to increase his speed and agility and still used the little that was on his arm to activate the ability to perforate the twin sword styles.

He sat on the bloody ground to rest for a while and let his acupoints recharge the "Breaths" on his body.

"You did a good job for the first time."

William arrived from behind him, smiling and carrying some flowers in his hand.

"So now you know why I told you that you'd be okay?"

Noah nodded and replied briefly.

"I use rank 2 martial arts, only with a rank 1 body do they have no chance."

William nodded.

"Yes! It is the martial arts and magic spells that make man the ruler of the world. A rank 2 martial art can damage a rank 3 body. The same goes for rank 1 magic. Of course, if you do not have a suitable.The quantity and quality of "Breath" You will not be able to fully use the potential of the technique and you will be very limited in its use."

Noah reviewed the battle he had just been thinking about as he waited for his body to recover.

'I did waste a lot of 'Breath' during the battle and no wolf could keep up with my speed so it was a one-sided battle. But I might run out of "Breath" if the enemy keeps dodging and that's if I consider my opponent a magical beast. Against a cultivator with the same martial arts rank as me, how is it?'

He did not like the answers he found.

The limitation of having a limited "Breath" is clearly visible.

William shook his head, he could vaguely understand what his disciple was thinking.

"It seems that you don't realize that no other child of your age can slaughter a group of rank 1 beasts without even being injured."

'Right, I almost forgot that I wasn't even 11 yet'

He had completely forgotten his age in this world for a moment.

His spirit lifted a little.

The duo waited for 10 minutes before Noah stood up and nodded to his Master, gesturing that they could return.

When they could see the main gate of Balvan's house, William approached Noah and spoke in a low voice.

"I believe that your Acupuncture Point will immediately stop working as you progress so that you will be ready for a second treatment. Once you enter the second cycle, I'll let you take on the guard mission."

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Inside the guard building, on a table in the courtyard, 5 men and a child sat in a circle reading a piece of paper in their hands.

The boy, of course, Noah.

6 Months passed since his fight with the four-eyed wolf and besides being 11 he also underwent a second treatment.

He was still short as his body was still growing but his body looked extremely sturdy with muscles protruding slightly from his small body.

'Even though I was already in the second cycle for the same time as I did with the first one, my acupoints were still working at full speed. My body should be at the intermediate level of the first rank right now.'

He thought before returning to focus on the paper in his hand.

Written on it was a description of the mission and the reason this group of guards had gathered.

'Lilun Village, 5 days by horse heading south. A request for help due to the continuous attacks from the giant spiders, perhaps an iron spider's nest was inside a nearby cave. The mission consists of finding and destroying the nest.'

Noah lifted his eyes from the sheets and saw the pouting faces of his friends for this mission and waited for their group captain to explain further.

The group's captain is called Mason and is a senior member of the outer ring guard. He was a tall man in his 50s, with a long black beard and short red hair. His weapon of choice was a large two-handed axe.

Mason was waiting for everyone to finish their reading before nodding when he saw the other 5 people staring at him.

"First, you should know that the iron spider is a rank 2 beast and aside from its extremely hard body, it does not have any outstanding abilities. The only problem is that they multiply at such a rapid rate that their nest will probably fill up. with a rank 1 newborn. We will take the classic approach to the mission: go to the village, find clues about the nest, annihilate little by little their population. Any question?"

No one seemed to mind until a guard of the group stood up and pointed towards Noah.

He only had one eye and a deep scar that cut through the now hollow eye socket. He is slightly shorter than Mason and bald with a short beard. However, even though he was quite tall, he was also quite fat and sweaty.

"I only have one question Mason, why are we bringing a child?"

Several other guards in the group seemed interested in Mason's answer to show that they had similar doubts.

Noah did not even see the fat man while waiting for the captain's answer.

"The vice-captain guarantees him, so he can come and help us. And Balor, when this mission begins, you must call me captain or group captain."

Mason replied calmly but at the words "help us", the fat man named Balor laughed out loud.

"This is good, group captain. You could say that part of her mission is to take care of this child because her mother is busy serving the inner circle. Hahaha, help us!"

While he said so, he approached Noah to wrap his arms around his neck.

"Don't worry little boy, we'll take good care of you, and maybe you can get me to meet your mom at the --" exchange"

Balor stopped talking, or rather, he had to stop.

A sword pointed to his left eye and the child he was trying to hug with his right hand disappeared.

A threat sounded from his left side.

"Try touching me, you fat pig, and I'll make you blind."

Noah looked at him with cold eyes, the coldness he emitted was strengthened by his now overwhelming mental energy, it caused pressure on Balor's mind as his legs became soft and he knelt on the ground. However, the sword always followed his remaining eyes as if attracted by him.

Noah kept staring at him applying mental pressure on the guard's mind.

Then he moved the sword towards the helpless guard and pulled it back only when it was about to cut it.

After which, Noah sat back down on the table as if nothing had happened.

Seriate...