Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 864 A Legendary Artifact

Chapter 864 A Legendary Artifact

With the use of the new artifacts, all of those that were fighting had seen a big improvement from before. Even the Crimson Crane members were wearing items that helped in one way or another.

Some had pendants that allowed them to restore part of their stamina. Others had items that gave them some sort of sixth sense when an attack appeared from behind, and so on.

In the hands of the smaller clans in the Dark Faction, they seemed quite useless. What did it matter if a high-ranking initial stage warrior was to use such items?

If they were attacked by something too fast for them to react to, what did it matter if they could sense it was coming? But in the hands of these warriors, they were using it to the fullest, and it was the same for Rayna.

Since Rayna's special boots were in effect, she was constantly swinging her spear to block attacks from hitting her. However, it was clear that Umonke was a superior opponent, making it so that all she could do was block.

Her arms were starting to feel numb, her body getting hurt by the constant power of Qi passing through her.

'I can bear it though, I can bear this, can't I!' Rayna thought to herself as she continued to hear the constant bangs in her head. 'The Neverfall Clan's training is all about putting yourself through conditions that are unbearable.'

She started to think about the intense heat in the Neverfall Clan base. How hard it was on her body as she went deeper into the lower levels.

How much pain she was in back then, but she didn't die from it, and she came out from it stronger. It was the same here.

'I have to be able to hold him off, I have to be able to at least do something. I need to be able to do something for him!' Rayna thought as she picked up the pace and was matching her spear to the constant sword hits.

Still, while there was a large struggle on her face, Umonke looked to be at ease.

'If I can't do something, then how the heck am I allowed to say... that I... that I... that I love him!' Rayna then went and, for the first time, thrust her spear in an attack.

Umonke skimmed the spear away and, in turn, went to attack. Quickly, he took advantage of the mistake, and his sword was swinging down, ready to hit her right on her neck.

It was a risky move, but it was then that Rayna decided to thrust her spear again. Her attack was blocked and swept away, but this time, no counterattack came forward.

Instead, Anna was right there by his side; she mimicked a punch, but nothing came out.

Instead, stepping back and allowing Rayna to take over.

"The psychology of one's mind is an interesting thing," Anna said. "After being hit once, and a fairly strong strike at that, he's cautious that there might be an attack at any time. I don't even have to actually hit him, and he's already feeling the pressure of fighting two skilled warriors at once."

This way of fighting, this way of thinking was something Rayna had never heard of before, but she could tell Anna was right. Umonke's mind almost seemed distracted.

Not only that, but Anna knew the perfect time when to come in, either delivering feint attacks, and then, that's when she would mix a real one in there and punched Umonke right across the face, but quickly scurried away.

Umonke readjusted his mouth and jumped back, no longer putting pressure on Rayna.

"This is quite annoying... and you seem to know quite a bit about fighting." Umonke commented.

This was because of Anna's perfect timing, but that was all due to the system she was using.

"Right, the perfect timing like now?" Anna said.

A large striking pain could be felt right through Umonke's side. Turning around, he could see a warrior with a bloody sword, not just any warrior but one from the Behemoth Clan.

"What... have you just done?" Umonke said as he placed his hand on the wound.

Rayna, looking at the Behemoth Clan warrior, noticed on his head was a strange golden headband, one that Anna had brought with her.

'Just... what is that golden headband?' Rayna thought.