Chapter 540 A Familiar Face
Harbour and the others had stayed on the second-floor staircase and were overlooking what was happening below. Based on the panic on Harbour's face, they had initially thought they would all have to get involved, but seeing how things were now, even with 6 middle-stage warriors, Raze was able to handle them all.
Not just that, he wasn't lying; he wasn't using the full extent of his powers. "Although he has just reached the middle stage, his strength is that of an 8th stage warrior, a mid-eighth stage warrior at least!" Harbour said, surprised.
"Your naming sense sucks," Charlotte complained. "Middle-stage warriors, rank what, 7th, 8th, and 9th, but between those stages, you basically have low, mid, and high, is that right?"
"Ergh, yeah, I guess we're just used to it. Right now, Raze, having just gotten into the 7th stage, which is known as the middle stage for warriors, should be a low seventh-stage warrior, but he's showing the strength of a mid-eighth stage warrior," Harbour explained, which made them understand a bit more.
Since the first few scuffles against Raze weren't successful, now the middle-stage warriors were cautious, and even Neon had let go of Ivor, allowing him to run to the side of the room.
The hostage seemed useless to them since Raze showed no hesitation in his actions when attacking.
"That must be the sword right!" Neon called out. "Now we understand why they were willing to pay us so much for this mission. They knew how hard it was going to be."
"You never know," the woman wrapped the chains around her arms. "It might be that sword that's giving him these strange protection powers. If we can get the sword off him, it might be a lot easier."
There was another thing that the wanderers were wondering as well as they circled Raze, ready to attack; there was one of them that hadn't attacked from the group just yet.
"Are you going to sit around, or are you actually going to join in the attack this time?" Neon said, looking at Elvlin.
To the wanderers, Elvlin, being from the Crimson Crane, was the most infamous out of all of them, and they assumed that she had the most strength as well. Yet, for some reason, even though there were chances, she hadn't attacked.
"Right," Elvlin answered as she placed her glaive in front of her. She continued to look at the young man in front of her. She had been looking at the attacker ever since he had entered, and rather than looking at the weapon in his hand, she was looking at his face.
'Why does this person's face feel so familiar to me?' Elvlin thought. 'But no matter how much I rack my brain, I can't think of who this could be. I wouldn't forget a strong middle-stage warrior like this. This person's strength, it feels like I'm going up against Alba.'
And the others by the side saw this as a chance; they could attack once again. They were ready to head in, but before they did, there was one that had moved faster and was already there before the others.
When Raze turned around, he could see the large glaive right in his face; he didn't have time to use a proper technique and instead just swung the sword to match the glaive.
The two clashed, and a massive amount of Qi started to ripple through the air, pushing the others away slightly. This battle of Qi was slightly stronger compared to all the other clashes before.
There was no telling who would win this clash of attacks.
From above, Anna was doing an analysis of the person who had just attacked. "That warrior might be troublesome if Raze is still planning to hold back," Anna stated. "That is Elvlin from the Crimson Crane, the biggest and considered the strongest Wanderer Clan there is."
"Yeah, I noticed as well," Harbour commented. "Should we go and help?"
"I don't think there will be a problem; it doesn't seem like any other members of the Crimson Crane are currently present, he can still handle this himself."
While the strong clash was still hitting Raze, he was noticing something; the blazer, even now, as the attack was hitting him, was taking some of the hit, drawing the power away from the strike.
The Lux Sword along with the blazer were proving to be incredibly strong.
'My attack is weakening, that sword, I have to have it!' Elvlin thought, but still, there was something about the person in front of her. Now they were so close, she was wondering what it was that was bugging her.
With the two of them being close, she wasn't the only one that had a strange feeling while looking at the person in front of her.
"Elvlin," Raze called out.
Hearing that name flicked a light switch in her head; now she knew where she had seen this face before. 'He's... the Dark Magus.'
