Triune: The broken path-Chapter 27 - : Kael’s move

With the addition of Martial Master and Martial Grandmaster realm beings, the battlefield had undergone a drastic shift. Shockwaves of varying intensity spread across the area as the death toll surged dramatically.

Kael was fortunate enough to witness a Grandmaster Realm expert in action, and the sight was nothing short of breathtaking. The expert's mastery of various techniques, combined with his top-speed maneuvers, created what felt like a real-life action sequence. Their clashes tore through the air, unleashing violent forces that ripped apart their surroundings.

A deafening boom followed as the compressed air between the two terrifying combatants was forcefully expelled.

"Magnificent..." Kael murmured, his eyes glued to the battle before him. He was awestruck, fascinated by the sheer power displayed at their level.

In this world, cultivation required resources—both plant and animal. Over time, animals had evolved into stronger, more dangerous versions of themselves. Even an insect could now kill an ordinary human with ease. However, thanks to the sacrifices of their forefathers, these monstrous creatures had been driven out of human settlements, which was why no beasts roamed the city.

The few remaining animals had been domesticated and bred, leading to the establishment of a stable ecosystem thousands of years ago—one that their descendants now enjoyed.

BOOM! BOOM!

The echoing explosions made Garrick's face twitch as he blocked a powerful punch aimed at his gut.

"Focus on the war," his opponent growled.

The man was muscular, and from the scars on his face, it was clear he was a seasoned warrior.

"Likewise," Garrick replied, widening the distance between them.

During their brief exchange, Garrick had already analyzed his opponent's movements. Raw strength paired with deadly precision—this man was a killer.

With a single step, the enemy activated a movement technique, instantly closing in on Garrick's side. His sword flashed as he slashed downward.

BOOM!

Garrick swiftly raised his twin daggers to block, but the sheer force behind the strike made his knees buckle, forcing him to kneel.

"Hah... Come on, rookie. Is this all you've got?" the man taunted, applying more pressure.

Despite his struggling posture, Garrick remained calm, his gaze locked onto his opponent's eyes.

"Rookie?" Garrick muttered as he suddenly relaxed his muscles.

The abrupt disappearance of resistance caused the enemy's attack to follow through uncontested. That brief moment of imbalance was all Garrick needed.

With a swift sidestep, he redirected the sword's trajectory, driving it straight into the ground. The blade sank effortlessly, a testament to its razor-sharp edge.

Seizing the opportunity, Garrick stood and swung his dagger in a precise arc.

Forced to retreat, the enemy abandoned his weapon as Garrick pursued him relentlessly.

"Such precision... Who is this man? How is he so skilled in battle?" the opponent wondered, momentarily blinded by a sudden flash of sunlight reflecting off Garrick's blade.

The next moment, there was silence.

When his vision cleared, he saw a silver dagger pressed against his throat.

The cold steel had already pierced through, exiting from the opposite side of his neck.

Hot blood trickled down the blade as the man opened his mouth to speak, but Garrick yanked the dagger free, silencing him forever. The warrior collapsed to the ground.

Expressionless, Garrick scanned the battlefield for his next opponent.

A Stage One Martial Master had just fallen by his hand, and Kael had witnessed the entire exchange.

"Son of Destiny... That skill, that battle IQ... amazing," Kael thought, smiling.

Despite being inexperienced in battle, Kael was about to face warriors of this level. His cultivation rank was higher, but even so, he couldn't afford to underestimate the Son of Destiny.

Suddenly, Kael sensed a surge of energy and turned his gaze. His eyes widened in shock—Garrick had just broken through to Stage Two of the Martial Master Realm!

At that moment, a Stage five Martial Artist lunged at him.

"Nah, I can't wait. I just have to kill him and leave already," Kael muttered, stepping forward.

For a while now, he had been carefully observing the battle, analyzing their techniques, and mentally integrating them into his own fighting style.

This level of insight wasn't normal. Only those with terrifying mental fortitude could process battle strategies at this speed.

Kael was running real-time simulations in his head, planning out each move he would take, especially against Garrick—the Son of Destiny.

"Let's just hope I'm talented enough," Kael thought, appearing behind Garrick.

He wasn't like those foolish villains who sat back, allowing the protagonist to grow stronger by sending weak underlings at him. Nor was he the type to hesitate when an opportunity presented itself.

Even Kael himself wasn't fully aware of the depth of his mental strength. A hundred years on Earth had not been for nothing.

His sudden movement shocked everyone, but what was even more terrifying was his speed.

This wasn't something a so-called Waste Body could achieve. It was on par with a Grandmaster Realm expert!

Among the most stunned was Lucian's junior brother, who stood frozen on the battlefield, mouth agape. Despite being a Martial Warrior himself, he was nothing more than an ant before Grandmaster Realm experts.

"Crown Prince... Why are you here?" Garrick questioned, beheading a Martial Master in front of him. Blood sprayed across the battlefield.

"Stage Two Martial Master killing a Stage Five Martial Master... Heaven really is unfair," Kael thought.

Amidst the chaos of battle—shouts, agonized screams, and the thick stench of blood—two figures stood still, staring at each other.

A crimson fountain of blood painted the air around them, yet none of it touched them. The metallic scent was suffocating.

"Crown Prince," Garrick called again, his voice steady despite the eerie stillness between them.

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BLICK!

Kael vanished from his spot.

Before Garrick could react, he saw Kael's face mere inches from his own.

A sharp, wrenching pain erupted from his gut.

He looked down—Kael's hand had pierced straight through his stomach, emerging from the other side.

Because Kael's arm was still embedded in his body, the bleeding was minimal at first.

"Crown... Prince..." Garrick coughed up blood, struggling to form words.

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