Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs-Chapter 63: Ch: Leap of Spear

The black smoke swirled and thinned under the late morning sun, Daniel and Bernard were hurled in opposite directions, their bodies skidding across the ground.

"Belinda!!" Marco barked.

Other shamans sprang into motion, rushing toward them. Marco caught sight of Daniel’s face—eyes shut, breathing shallow, his right arm still trembling from the blast.

Belinda rushed toward them—palm open. The grass beneath her feet ripped free, sucked into her hand like a magnet, twisting together into a dense ball.

"Earath florea rejuvena!" she intoned, casting the spell and hurling the ball toward them.

*Whoosh!-Whoosh!*

The ball tore through the air, shedding a few loose leaves, yet remained intact—glowing green as it flew. Her aim was impeccable; it landed right beside them.

The ball burst open, blooming like a magical green flower, its petals radiating a faint, shimmering aura.

Daniel’s body slowly stabilized from the impact, and the blistered skin on his palm began to heal rapidly.

"Ah... my head... what... is... happening..." he murmured, his voice barely audible.

His ears were still ringing; the world beyond him was muted. Bernard lay unconscious on the ground, though he—too, was slowly healing.

’Why did Marco even let them fight? Does he know what was going to happen?’ she murmured, jogging toward them.

*BOOM!*

"AHHH!" Belinda screamed, her body hit the ground.

*THUD*

"Lady Belinda!" The shamans shouted in unison.

Marco shifted his gaze to her and caught sight of the armored knights charging toward the far corner.

He dashed forward like a bolt of lightning and jumped high into the air.

His hand shot open, summoning a thunderous spear, sparks dancing like a cluster of raw energy. He swung sharply, sending it streaking toward the far corner.

*THRAKK-BOOM!*

"GUARDS!! Two guards, stay back!" he barked, sprinting toward the corner.

Out of the four, two responded instantly, moving swiftly toward the young shamans.

Daniel slowly regained consciousness, hearing the rumble of thunder in the distance. He lifted his head and turned—only to see Lady Belinda sprawled face-first on the ground.

The other shamans crouched behind the wagon, using it as a makeshift shield.

"What is going on?" He murmured, eyes half-lidded.

His gaze shifted to the far corner, where Marco sprinted alongside two knights, moving as if hunting someone.

Out of the corner of his eye, Daniel caught a glimpse of a blue tail darting across the right side.

"Sta...tus," he whispered, but there was no response.

He waited patiently, eyes flicking to the wild bushes on the edge of the trees.

Marco fired another bolt of lightning into the foliage.

*ZZRAK!*

The bush exploded, revealing the creature within.

"Status," Daniel murmured under his breath.

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Name: Faravark

Age: 10

Hp: 900/900

Mana: 600/1200

Standard: Uncommon

Description: A magical wild beast, renowned for its tactical cunning and powerful energy blasts that consume vast amounts of mana.

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"So, that’s the animal I saw earlier?" he murmured, eyes flicking to Belinda.

The guards lifted her carefully and jogged toward the wagon. Daniel noticed the grass beneath her body had shriveled, strangely.

Another guard ran up to him, hoisting him onto his back while cradling Bernard in his arms, and sprinted toward the wagon.

The beast ran for its life, trying to escape into the deeper forest, but Marco blocked every path, forcing it to change direction.

Feeling trapped, the beast sense death closing in.

The beast sprinted across the open field, fully exposed for everyone to see.

Its fur was a mix of blue and grey, its teeth jagged like a piranha’s, and eyes burning with a fierce rage.

The beast lowered itself slowly, as if bracing for impact, muscles drawn tight with purpose. Sparks crawling across its fur, crackling like restrained lightning.

Every hair stood on end as raw electricity wrapped around its body. It knew this was its last chance—its final shot—before death.

The knights set them down gently behind the shamans and immediately took their battle stances. The shamans stood frozen, terror etched across their faces, as if death itself loomed before them.

Marco broke into a sprint, ran up the tree, and kicked off its trunk, forcing his body higher into the air. From above, he threw his spear at the beast with practiced precision.

*Swooosh!*

*ZAAK-BOOM!*

A massive blast occurred on the field, the sound echoed in the air as if the air is cracking.

...

When the black smoke faded, the beast lay in pieces, its insides scattered across the ground in a grisly mess.

The beast never got the chance to shoot; Marco’s spear punched through its mouth, and the gathered energy tore it apart from within.

A few moments later, Lady Belinda and Bernard woke up at the same time. Both glanced around in confusion and asked what had happened.

All four guards gathered around the wagon—including Marco.

"Students, for today, the training is over. Two Guards take them to the town and the other two come with me," Marco said, as he about to head toward the forest.

But before he could move, Molex called out to him.

"Master, where are you going?" he asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

Marco crouched slightly and replied warmly,

"Well, your Master have to take care of something before it gets out of control. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. Plus, I want everyone to meet tomorrow early morning at the town center. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master!" everyone said in unison.

"Good..." said Marco. "Now go to your home and rest."

Them, Marco bolted deep into the forest with two others.

The wagon rattled along the dirt path as it made its way toward the town, shamans whispering among themselves about the recent events.

Some were terrified; others merely frightened.

...

Daniel stepped down at the town gate and headed north, his stomach growling as he walked toward the bakery.

"Fuck... I should’ve used my ability when I had the chance," he muttered under his breath. "But... the first time I tried, it didn’t work. Why? Is there a range to this ability?"

...

"Huff... what a morning," he whispered. "At least I managed to cut Lady Belinda’s hair."