Nameless King

"What's going on?"

"Why is his aura so powerful!"

Lin's people were alarmed by Osvald's power. White energy was emanating from him, and the silhouette of a terrifying and ancient creature was gradually appearing above him.

"Fear not!" One of them exclaimed, "We have surrounded it and used our Beyonds. No one can stand against us alone!"

Whooooooooosh.

Hunter rushed forward, and the beast's silhouette above him had his eyes lit up, and Hunter's claws began to look like red-hot blades. He ran up to Osvald and swung his claws in an attempt to cut him apart.

"Huh, do you really think it's going to be that easy?" Osvald smirked and stopped Hunter's attack with a precise motion. Osvald squeezed his hands around his wrist, and there was nothing Hunter could do.

"Let's go!" Shouted the others and went to their partner's aid.

Osvald didn't duck, he just took a deep breath and blew out some white particles that got into Hunter's mouth and eyes.

"What is this?! What have you done?!" Hunter shouted, and a wave of flame came from him. Osvald loosened his grip slightly, and it was enough to allow Hunter to get out and step aside.

Hunter looked anxiously at his hands and began to examine his entire body.

'Damn, damn, damn, what was that? What were those particles?! Hunter inwardly screamed. He didn't feel any discomfort, but his instincts told him he was in mortal danger.

"It's nothing like that. I just gave you a chance to feel what real power is." Osvald waved his hand.

"What?!"

Crackle.

Suddenly Hunter's eyes shone like two lanterns, and the veins on his body swelled and glowed.

"No, no, no!"

Hunter's skin began to tear, and his eyes bled, and then he exploded like a bomb. A torrent of energy burst out of him, striking the two Hunters standing next to him and inflicting serious wounds that would not allow them to continue the battle.

"ARGH!" The wounded Hunters howled in pain and rolled around on the ground, trying to take the awful feeling away.

"My God, what wimps you are. Who let you call yourselves Pearl Hunters anyway? You dishonor the names of all the strong and talented warriors who have entered this path!" Osvald said menacingly, and the ground trembled. He began to get angry, Osvald hated amateurs, they were worse than vermin, in his opinion.

"Run!" The hunters said in fear, picked up their wounded mates, and headed for their leader.

Wain watched this and grinned.

"Looks like your men really are just cowardly puppies. Shouldn't you, as their commander, be ashamed of them?"

"Yes...it's disappointing, but your friend has a terrifying aura, though it doesn't matter. Let's get to our battle." Lin swung his katana, and lightning discharged across his body.

The hunters ran from Osvald like the plague, and some didn't like it.

"You useless pieces of shit!" Hunter Leader shouted furiously, and metal spikes burst from beneath the ground, but they were aimed not at Wain or Osvald, but the fleeing Hunters.

The Hunters were pierced, and the spikes were covered in their scarlet blood. No one managed to survive.

Lin didn't even turn around, even though they were his men, but he knew that's what would happen if somebody failed.

"Okay, frankly, I'm tired of playing with kids. It's time to get busy with you." Osvald stretched his neck and headed for Hunter Leader.

"Agreed, strongman, show me what you can do!"

Wain shook his head.

"Well... in the end, it came down to two one-on-one battles." Wain muttered and canceled the skill. The surviving wing disintegrated into pieces, and then gray streams of energy burst out of the ground.

Lin attacked instantly. He turned into a lightning flash and reached Wain's, but his katana failed to reach its target.

"You're not fast, but is that enough?" Wain spoke slowly in a gruff voice. A chill radiated from him, as did his silver sword.

'Good thing you chose me. We'll easily punish this upstart and turn him into an ice statue. Hahaha.' The Cursed Swordsman grinned wickedly, and a smile appeared on Wain's face.

Wain swung his sword and tossed Lin aside.

"Is that still you?" Lin asked, "Who am I fighting now?"

"Don't worry, it's still me, and my aim hasn't changed. With this sword, I will skin you!" Wain threw the sword over to his left hand and pointed it at Lin.

Wain stepped forward, and the chains on his boots jingled. The clinking sounded like it was coming from hell, and the ground beneath him froze and turned to ice.

Lin gulped and got into a fighting stance. He concentrated, and electric charges headed toward his face, turning into a demon's mask covering half of him.

"Get ready." Lin whispered and disappeared.

He appeared to Wain's right, and his katana came crashing down on him like lightning.

A clang.

Wain didn't even turn around. He raised his arm and easily blocked Lin's attack.

'What? How did he make it?' Lin was shocked; he was more confident in his speed than anything else.

Wain looked at him, and Lin disappeared and reappeared from the other side a moment later. This time Lin was aiming for his legs so that Wain wouldn't have time to block the attack.

"Idiot." Wain said coldly and lifted his right leg and pressed his blade to the ground.

Wain swung his sword, and the silver blade plunged into Lin's shoulder. Flesh and blood immediately began to freeze, and Lin used all his strength to step back. His katana glared, and he slashed through the ground beneath Wain and sprinted away.

Lin put his palm to his wounded shoulder and electrocuted the ice with electric shocks, his ring glowed, and several pills appeared in his hand, and he quickly swallowed them. The wound quickly began to heal, and the ice gradually melted away.

"Huh, using such dirty tricks? Though what else would I expect from a rapist?" Wain uttered and thrust his sword into the ground.