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Beast's duel with the longsword-wielding warrior was reaching its peak. Beast, fully fused with Blackie, had transformed into a force of nature, combining his mastery of archery with Blackie's ferocious instincts. His opponent, though skilled and well-prepared, was struggling to keep up with the relentless barrage of arrows and elemental attacks.

The longsword-wielder, sensing that he couldn't win a battle of attrition, decided to close the distance. He surged forward, deflecting arrows with his golden aura, each swing of his sword releasing waves of energy that tore through the air. But Beast was ready for this tactic. He used the wind to propel himself backward, maintaining the distance while simultaneously firing more arrows.

"Running away won't save you!" the swordsman growled, charging again with a burst of speed.

Beast smirked. "Who said I was running?"

At the last moment, Beast planted his feet firmly on the ground and drew back his bowstring with all his strength. A single arrow, crackling with dark lightning and swirling with wind energy, formed at the tip. The power contained within it was immense, and even the swordsman could sense the danger.

With a roar, the swordsman slashed his blade downward, sending a golden crescent of energy toward Beast. But Beast released his arrow at the same time. The two attacks collided in mid-air, creating a thunderous explosion that shook the battlefield. The shockwave blasted outward, forcing both combatants to brace themselves against the impact.

But Beast wasn't done. He used the momentum from the blast to launch himself into the air, knocking three more arrows and firing them in quick succession. The swordsman, recovering from the explosion, barely had time to react. He managed to block two of the arrows with his sword, but the third struck his shoulder, sending a jolt of dark lightning coursing through his body.

Gritting his teeth, the swordsman roared in defiance and pressed forward, determined to end the fight in close quarters. But Beast, even in melee, was no longer at a disadvantage. With Blackie's strength flowing through him, he met the swordsman's charge head-on. The two clashed in a blur of steel and fury, with Beast using his bow like a staff to parry and strike.

The golden aura around the swordsman flared, his strikes growing more desperate as he realized that Beast was adapting to his every move. With each exchange, Beast grew more confident, his attacks becoming faster and more precise. The swordsman's once-fluid movements became erratic as he struggled to fend off the relentless assault.

Finally, Beast saw his opening. As the swordsman overextended in an attempt to deliver a powerful slash, Beast ducked under the swing and delivered a brutal knee to the man's gut. The swordsman gasped, his breath knocked out of him. Before he could recover, Beast spun around and struck him across the face with a punch, sending him stumbling back.

Not wasting a moment, Beast channeled all his energy into a single, devastating shot. He drew back his bowstring and a swirling vortex of wind and lightning formed at the tip of the arrow. The air crackled with tension as Beast aimed at the dazed swordsman.

"Let's end this," Beast growled, his voice low and dangerous.

He released the arrow, and it shot forward like a bolt of pure destruction. The swordsman raised his sword in a desperate attempt to block, but the arrow shattered his defenses and pierced through his chest.

Well, only by a bit.

In the last moment, the swordsman managed to reinforce his sword and his body, causing most of the power behind the arrow to diminish before it struck him, saving his life.

Still, the situation was quite bleak for the swordsman as Beast held all the advantage, and the worst part for him was that Beast didn't even need to win, he just needed to wait for enough time to pass.

While Beast emerged victorious, Aelrinder was engaged in a deadly struggle against the whip-wielder and the axe-user. The elf's spear danced in his hands as he fought to keep both opponents at bay. The whip-wielder, with his agile and unpredictable attacks, constantly tried to entangle Aelrinder's weapon, while the axe-user relied on brute strength to overwhelm him.

The whip snapped toward Aelrinder's head, aiming to catch him off guard. Aelrinder ducked low, spinning on his heel and delivering a sweeping kick to knock the whip-wielder off balance. But before he could capitalize on the opening, the axe-user came barreling in with a powerful overhead strike.

Aelrinder barely managed to sidestep the blow, the axe carving a deep gouge in the stone floor where he had been standing.

The situation was growing more dangerous by the second. Aelrinder knew he couldn't afford to fight these two opponents head-on for much longer; he needed to separate them and take them down one by one.

With a burst of speed, Aelrinder dashed toward the whip-wielder, feinting an attack before veering off to the side. The whip-wielder was caught off guard and hesitated for a moment, and that was all Aelrinder needed. He struck with his spear, aiming for the man's exposed side.

The whip-wielder managed to twist away at the last second, but Aelrinder's spear still grazed him, drawing a line of blood across his ribs.

The whip-wielder snarled and lashed out, but Aelrinder was already moving, using his wind manipulation to propel himself backward. The axe user, seeing his chance, charged in with a roar, his axes swinging in wide arcs that left little room to maneuver. But Aelrinder wasn't planning to dodge this time. Your adventure continues at empire

Planting his feet firmly, Aelrinder summoned a whirlwind of wind around his spear, the golden energy crackling with power as he used another charge of his power of stars for this one attack.

The whirlwind turned pure gold as it suddenly coiled around his spear, and Aelrinder stabbed forward. Till this moment in the battle, Aelrinder had only used his power of stars to boost his body, to increase his stats tremendously.

He had not even once used it for an attack as he wished to fool the enemies, to make them think that this was the only thing he could do with it, to make sure that when he did use it for an attack, it would have the greatest effect.

The axe-wielder roared as he swung his weapons down with all his might, intent on crushing Aelrinder. The sheer force behind the swing caused the air to howl, and even the ground cracked under the pressure. However, Aelrinder stood his ground, his eyes locked on his target with cold determination.

His spear radiated with the brilliance of the stars, and as the whirlwind coiled tighter, it sharpened into a focused point. Aelrinder's breath slowed as he timed his strike perfectly.

Just as the axe wielder's attack was about to connect, Aelrinder's spear shot forward like a meteor streaking through the sky. The golden light blazed, and the spear pierced through the air with such speed and precision that it seemed to disappear for a moment. The tip of the spear collided with the descending axes, meeting them head-on with a deafening explosion of energy.

The resulting clash sent a shockwave rippling through the battlefield. Dust and debris were blasted outward, and the force of the impact threw the axe-wielder back, his feet skidding across the stone floor as he struggled to maintain his balance. But before he could recover, the golden energy from Aelrinder's spear expanded outward in a burst of concentrated power.

The axe-wielder's eyes widened in shock as the energy wave slammed into him, lifting him off his feet and sending him crashing into a nearby earthen wall one of his comrades created in order to save him from falling into the abyss below with bone-shattering force. His axes clattered to the ground, the glowing marks on them flickering and fading.

Blood trickled down his forehead as he groaned in pain, struggling to stand.

But Aelrinder didn't give him a chance to regroup. He immediately turned his attention to the whip-wielder, who had regained his footing and was already preparing another attack. The whip lashed out, aiming to entangle Aelrinder's spear, but the elf was ready this time. He spun his spear in a wide arc, deflecting the whip's tip with a burst of wind energy.

The whip-wielder clicked his tongue in frustration, his movements becoming more frantic as he realized the tide of battle was turning against him. He attempted to maintain his distance, snapping his whip in rapid succession to keep Aelrinder at bay. But Aelrinder's wind manipulation gave him an edge in both speed and mobility.

He closed the gap in an instant, his spear glowing with golden light as he thrust it forward with lethal intent.

The whip-wielder managed to block the strike with his whip's handle, but the sheer power behind Aelrinder's attack sent a shockwave up his arm, nearly disarming him. The force pushed him back several meters, and he winced in pain as he felt the vibration travel through his bones.

Knowing he couldn't win by simply trading blows, the whip-wielder decided to change tactics. He whipped his weapon in a wide arc, creating a vortex of wind and darkness that threatened to engulf Aelrinder. The swirling energy was imbued with malicious intent, designed to disorient and overwhelm the elf.

But Aelrinder was unfazed. He had already analyzed his opponent's techniques and identified the weak points in his strategy. With a flick of his wrist, he dispersed the vortex with a sharp gust of wind, cutting through the darkness with ease. He then propelled himself forward, his spear poised for a decisive strike.

The whip-wielder's eyes widened in panic as he realized he couldn't avoid the attack. Desperately, he raised his whip to block, but Aelrinder's strike was too fast, too precise. The spear pierced through the defense, grazing the man's shoulder and leaving a deep gash. The whip-wielder cried out in pain, staggering back as blood soaked through his clothes.

He panicked, and then, with a decisive strike, Aelrinder drove his spear into the ground, releasing a powerful shockwave of wind and energy that sent the whip-wielder flying, sending him into the abyss below, with nobody fast enough to save him.