Harem Quest: From Trash to King-Chapter 123: Arthur and Ryan.
Caleb had also sprinted towards Silas, one of his hand were in front of his face and was ready to strike Silas.
When they both came upfront, Silas swung his sword in an horizontal slash, intending to slash the stomach of his in a straight line.
But, right before the blade acould make an impact with Caleb's body. He guarded with his both fists and the blade landed onto his gauntlets.
A huge spark erupted when the stone and metal collided with each other, the sparks went into Silas's eyes.
*'Fucking hell... I can't see.'*
Silas didn't had any time to think, Caleb had already made his way towards him once again.
When Caleb reached near Silas, he started to hit him with the barrage of fists. The fists were fast and the intent to hurt him was mixed into them.
Silas moved his sword on his instinct, barely managed to block most of them. But, few of the hits landed onto his body.
He jumped backwards as he created a little bit of distance between them, he coughed as he kept his hand on his ribcage where he got hit.
"Damn... he isn't even letting me take a single breath." He muttered under his breath as he tried to open his eyes but his eyelids didn't listen to him.
Caleb had already closed the distance between them, Silas was lost in his own mind while another barrage of hits came through.
He got hit several times, wasn't able to block any of them because of lack of attention.
Caleb through a punch to his gut, it got followed by another jab to his jaw and then came a cross to his ribs.
He fell onto his knees, cough came out of his mouth and a little bit of saliva was also mixed into it.
Caleb grabbed him through his hairs and pulled him up and said, voice came out loud. "I despise nepo bastards like you, you all should just die and leave the spot for the deserving hunters."
His eyes were still closed but, a small smile curled up on his lips as he fists tightened up slightly.
As pain shot through his body, Chiron's training surfaced on its own—not as words, but as instinct. The moment fear should've taken over, his body remembered what survival felt like.
He remembered the form of the senses which he learned, he had now learned the advanced and the final sense.
[Felt the true preasure of someone stronger.]
[On the verge of unconsiousness]
[All of the six senses are now on elite level(temporary)]
Caleb was about to hit him with a punch straight onto his face but, before his fist made a contact with him.
His head moved in the opposite direction of the blow, dodged it completely.
Eyes were still closed, but the only thing which was controlling his body now was his pure instinct.
Caleb's eyes widened slightly, he punched Silas again and kept punching.
His head was moving on the same speed as the punches of Caleb, dodging them completely.
Caleb got frustrated as a loud roar came through his mouth. "What the fuck is happening."
His hand moved up in the air as it moved in a delight swung and hit Caleb's head with the sword's hilt.
The grip of Caleb onto his hairs loosened slightly, he fell onto the ground.
Silas got up on his two feet, grip onto his sword's hilt tightened a little and a smirk curled up on his lips. "I finally got a glimpse of it."
<Chiron's course(The Art of the Six Senses) progress +48% (74%)>
His whole body was aching, arms were trembling like crazy, thighs were begging him to give them a little rest but, Silas didn't stop.
He dashed forward as he used his skill [Phantom Step], his body suddenly vanished and only left an afterimage beside. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Caleb's eyes were fixated onto the front, looking at Silas's afterimage but, he spawned behind him and slashed Caleb's back with his sword.
He looked back at Silas and muttered under his breath, voice came out shaky. "H-How..."
Silas hitched, a small sigh left his mouth. "You're too predictable for me now, Caleb."
Vein popped onto the forehead of Caleb's, fists tightened as he swung his elbow backwards and aimed it into Silas's rib.
But, before it could even land, he had already placed his sword's hilt in the way, the elbow made the contact with the metal and a bone creeking pain entered inside Caleb's body.
A loud groan escaped through his mouth as he jumped backwards, grabbing the elbow of his.
Silas didn't let him recover from it, his body moved on its own as he followed Caleb behind. He used his skill [Silent Snowstep], his steps turned as quiet as the falling snow, then he used [Phantom Step] to appear behind of Caleb.
When he reached there, Caleb didn't get fooled this time as he swung his arm in a wide angle but, Silas wasn't there.
Silas was om his right side, raised his sword up in the air as he muttered under his breath. [Piercing Thrust.]
A wide wicked smirk curled up on his lips, eyes were still shut close. His hand moved slightly backwards, raised upwards and shot forward towards Caleb's chest.
Silas dug his chest deep with his blade, Caleb fell onto his knees as he pulled his sword out of his chest and his voice came out cold. "I'm not some bastard who would use nepotism." Eyes were looking down onto Caleb.
The announcer's voice roared through the speakers. "Ani3hdwhu3dwd the winner of the fourth match is, Silas Veil."
Four people suddenly came inside of the arena, rushed towards Caleb as they tore his clothes and covered the wound with the proper medication, trying their best to control the blood.
Silas didn't even look behind at him, he just walked straight to the exit door of the arena and left the room.
When he reached the room where the rest of the hunters were.
Carter and his gang were giving eyes to Silas. Sia, who was standing in the corner by herself was looking at hhdwkjndkxwihdnidwk
