ushernet Chapter 705: The Right Attitude To Growth
Chapter 705: The Right Attitude To Growth
Chapter 705: The Right Attitude To Growth
Northern exhaled slowly, his grip tightening on the Illusion Sword.
His eyes swept over the approaching forms, each one bearing the same grotesque features as the creature he had just slain-elongated limbs, jagged claws, and crimson veins pulsing with ominous energy.
There were at least a dozen of them, their crimson eyes gleaming hungrily in the dim, frost- covered cavern. The air grew heavier with each step they took, the oppressive aura of primal darkness returning, more potent than before.
'I really did jinx it.'
A small frown slowly settled upon his face.
Of course, Northern was not scared of fighting the monsters; he had more than enough resources to dispose of all of them without having to lift a finger.
But that was the thing. That right there was the problem-he had more than enough summons now to destroy all of them.
But would it be right doing so? Was it okay to depend on those summons for battle?
Where then was his own room for growth? For example, there was an experience he would gain from fighting these monsters that he probably wouldn't gain elsewhere. Was it okay to lose that experience?
With all the questions slowly mounting upon his mind, Northern paused for a moment. 'What the hell...?'
In that moment, he realized a terrifying truth. While many people right now would be seeking a path to survival, would be trying to escape, he was busy wondering if asking his summons to fight was the right thing to do.
He understood that it was only because he was stupendously strong that he could give room to thoughts like this.
Logically, there was nothing wrong with relying on his summons. They were extensions of his power, manifestations of his will, and in many cases, stronger than most adversaries he'd face.
That was the practical answer-the one any strategist would agree with. Why risk unnecessary injury or waste time when he could summon strong void entities to crush his enemies effortlessly?
But for all of it, he had a perfect plan that would not waste his time. Thinking about dealing with them like this, enjoying every moment he swung his sword or just ending it-he hesitated for a bit.
In as much as he could have chosen to use an ability that would end this quickly, he had an arsenal of adaptable abilities he could use. He really just wanted to enjoy it.
The horde sensed his hesitation and charged in unison, their jagged limbs tearing through the
air like razors.
Northern inhaled deeply, centering himself. Time seemed to slow as he tapped into the muscle memory from countless battles. His surroundings sharpened-the sound of claws against ice, the faint crackle of energy in the air, the steady beat of his heart.
With a burst of speed, he surged forward, meeting the horde head-on.
The blade of the Illusion Sword slowly faded from reality but still sliced through flesh and bone with surgical precision. Each strike was delivered with purpose, each movement calculated to conserve energy while maximizing damage.
Despite the chaos of the battle, Northern's thoughts remained clear.
He analyzed every step, every slash, mentally noting areas where he could improve.
There was no wasted movement, no unnecessary flourish-only the raw, distilled essence of
combat.
Minutes later, the cavern fell silent, save for the faint drip of ichor pooling on the icy floor.
Northern stood amidst the carnage, his breathing steady, the Illusion Sword gleaming faintly in the dim light, its blade returned.
Then all the fallen bodies began to explode one after the other.
Northern gripped the sword and readied himself for the real battle.