Mixed Blessing System

As he moved quickly, in the blink of an eye, Lothur appeared behind one of his opponents, a level 13 man.

He saw that such a person’s Constitution was only 61 and struck a hard blow to the back of this person’s head, using his staff in place of his ax.

Lothur’s staff motioned as if it were about to hit a baseball, slightly turning from the bottom to the top, while such a young man moved it with both hands.

With that, the staff struck the defenseless man’s head, and a sound similar to baseballs being hit reverberated through the area.

Simultaneously, such an individual was thrown forward while already screaming and bringing his hands to the back of his head, feeling a terrifying pain.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Lothur’s strength had already passed the 50-point mark, and he had the Elemental Staff, which was an extremely tough weapon.

Since this young man’s enemy was already exhausted when he struck such a person, the level 13 cultivator felt this blow significantly!

If he were in good condition, a 50-point blow would, at most, cause slight pain in a 60-point body. But since he was already exhausted, with injuries all over his body, and worn out mentally, this attack from Lothur was much worse than it should have been.

That person felt a great pain in the back of his head, coming with the sensation of nausea and fractured bones. At the same time, as he crashed into a wall, he slammed his body against it, feeling unable to move.

Everyone in the surrounding area saw this in the split second that Lothur acted, shocked at how extreme this young Spiritual Warrior had become in such a short time.

Lothur’s victim had not died, but with a single blow, this young man had managed to knock that opponent out of the fight!

Everyone there realized this and, of course, noticing how fast Lothur had moved before the attack, finally began to feel afraid that they had entered that property.

“Shit!”

“A thousand demons! He was hiding his powers!” One of those individuals shouted as he turned to run away.

The other four also felt the sensation of making a deadly mistake and facing death.

Some were open-mouthed, feeling that they had made a big mistake in thinking that the formations of this estate were the worst thing they would encounter in this place.

“That’s not what was supposed to happen!” One of them raised his weapon as he saw Lothur moving against him, knowing it would make no difference to try to run away.

Lothur was much faster than all of them and was in his best fighting condition. That way, trying to run away would be futile, and that person was ready to fight for his life.

“Don’t think you’ll be able to kill me easily, Lothur!” He shouted as he used what looked like a curved-bladed sword to strike his opponent’s chest.

Lothur saw this and merely dodged, just before once again using his staff to attack one of his opponents, this time striking that person in his Adam’s apple.

When his weapon struck that area, the opponent, who had a determined expression, immediately changed the outline of his face to that of a person in absolute pain.

He brought his hands to his neck, feeling as if that part of his body had been obliterated, unable to emit any distinguishable sound.

All he could do as he fell backward to the ground was a strange grunt, indicating his deep unhappiness.

But Lothur did not waste much time on this person. All his opponents had very close Constitution values, so he wanted to finish them off as quickly as possible.

He then turned to the next opponent, someone at level 14, the strongest he had ever faced with a chance of victory since he arrived in this world.

Such an opponent was already trying to run away, so Lothur acted to stop him, hitting one of his knees and making him roll on the ground in pain.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

As such a person struggled against the ground, the young Ritter leaped up and flew at his opponent, directing one end of his staff at one of such a person’s eyes.

When it hit its target, Lothur felt the sensation of piercing an opponent’s head after destroying an eye, using his two hands on his staff to press it down hard.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

That person cried out in pain for only a few seconds since, as soon as Lothur’s staff hit his brain, he stopped reacting, being brutally killed in that chilling manner.

The remaining individuals there cursed their luck at that sight as they jointly tried to attack the young Ritter.

But everything they would do from then on would be futile. Exhausted and fearful because of what had already happened and also because of Lothur’s Mortal Aura affecting them, they had no chance.

When he took his staff from the corpse’s head, Lothur immediately took action against the rest of his opponents, knocking them unconscious after only a few seconds of combat.

All the observers outside that estate watched this with concern, frightened by how skillfully Lothur had defeated such strong cultivators.

It was true that those people were exhausted. But even weakened, they should not end up in such passive situations against this young man.

During the Province Conference, Lothur already had a body that could be considered stronger than those people’s. They knew this. But he was not that fast, and, more importantly, his attacks would not be able to hurt even one of these exhausted men! ｎ𝚘𝚟ｌ.ｃｏ𝚖

Because of this, these people were scared, feeling that he had already grown more prominent than they could handle without moving large contingents!

‘Fuck!’

‘How can that be? He defeated all of them?’ One of the individuals there, taking note of everything he saw, felt a chill, noting that he would be better off running to his family to report this.

That was the kind of event that could not be passed on in a message or letter. No, he and others there had to run to recount what had happened to their leaders personally!

And so, more than half of those observers left after seeing Lothur finish off his opponents, leaving only four individuals observing the area.

However, these people would not be there for long!

When Lothur realized that some of the invaders on his property were still alive, he felt it was time to absorb their vitalities. With that in mind, he used his visual ability to locate the enemies in the surrounding area and give them an ultimatum.

“Two cultivators who are at the 4th Transformation and two at the 5th. Are you going to stay and fight, or will you leave?” He asked as he looked in the direction of those individuals.

Lothur did not want his opponents to find out about his bloodline ability, so to use it safely, he would have to scare these people away.

To ensure his goals, he directed his Mortal Aura at those individuals and prepared to attack, making them believe that he would attack them any second now.

“Shit!”

“Lunatic!” Those people clenched their fists and backed away in fear.

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