Infinite Paths: The Raging Phoenix

Chapter 190: War (32)

Rain knew that learning the skills of the enemies would take a while and formulating strategies against them would also be a pain... so they had to get rid of all of the allies that could help them.

Rain touched the ground with both hands and then began to impale the golem masters without holding back his mana. Still, despite that, he wasn't able to do that before the next wave of enemies arrived.

In the end, Rain did the right thing in getting rid of as many enemies as possible because even from a distance, the new group began to heal their wounded allies...

"This isn't good," Rain thought.

A group of healers... that was another thing that they didn't hear that the enemies had; perhaps a tribe would be more accurate. Still, the surprises didn't end there, Rain soon saw the healers doing their healing and still approaching the area even though they didn't have the numerical advantage.

Rain could only imagine that they had some tricks up their sleeve... otherwise, it would be too stupid for them to do that. It was close to a death sentence.

The clash between the new battalion and the mercenaries was a whirlwind of movement and precision. The mercenaries swung their weapons with force, their attacks aimed at the newcomers. Still, their strikes met only air as the skilled fighters from the battalion dodged and weaved, narrowly evading the blows.

With astounding agility, the battalion members closed in on the mercenaries, exploiting every opening they found in the enemies' defenses. Elbows and knees struck out with calculated precision, targeting vulnerable points on the mercenaries' bodies. Even through their armor, the mercenaries winced in pain as the powerful strikes landed on their stomachs and sides.

In those training bouts, Rain had always held a clear upper hand. His mastery of martial techniques and magic made him a formidable opponent, and Jori and Reca had struggled to even land a hit on him, let alone gain an advantage. Now, as they watched the battalion members effortlessly dodge, strike, and incapacitate the mercenaries, a sense of awe and humility washed over them.

They watched as the battalion fighters displayed a level of combat prowess that seemed almost supernatural. The fact that the enemy could heal themselves only added to the complexity of the situation. Knowing that the enemy could recover from injuries emboldened the fighters, allowing them to take more risks when attacking or counterattacking.

The group charged toward the enemies, and since Rain knew that he couldn't waste time, he decided to use Impulse every single time he and the others attacked... that would boost their power a fair bit. Still, it would also consume his mana insanely fast.

After approaching the enemies, Rain didn't hold back and used Iron Fists and Crushing Blow at the same time on one enemy. Still, even without weapons or protective gear, the target blocked the attack with both arms.

The impact of Rain's punch was thunderous, crushing the enemy's arms and sending shockwaves through his body. The force of the blow was enough to push him back several steps, his feet sliding against the ground as he struggled to maintain his balance. His arms hung at unnatural angles, broken and mangled from the sheer force of the impact.

Despite the excruciating pain and the gruesome injuries, the enemy's resolve remained unbroken. With an eerie determination, he began to channel his magical energy, a pulsating glow surrounding his body. The air around him seemed to shimmer as his rapid healing abilities kicked into overdrive.

Rain's eyes widened as he watched in astonishment. The enemy's wounds began to knit themselves back together, flesh reattaching and bones realigning at an almost alarming pace. It was as if his body was defying the laws of nature, regenerating with a speed that was nothing short of unnatural.

The enemy's twisted arms straightened out, and the skin that was once torn and broken became smooth once more. The pain that should have immobilized him seemed to have little effect as if his body had become impervious to suffering. He flexed his newly healed arms, testing their newfound strength, a malevolent grin crossing his lips as he stared back at Rain.