Little Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Meet with a Bad End

re what in the world was happening here, if there was really such a powerful individual on this battlefield, he would have already been killed by now.
One must know that Peter hadn’t been concealing his aura all this while.
From this, he assumed that there wasn’t any major threat to him here.

Peter felt that the likelihood of encountering danger was unlikely, but nevertheless, there was still a need to maintain the highest level of wariness just to be safe.
So, he had Eva and her hellhound lead the way at the front while he followed them from a distance away.
In a sense, it was this decision that had saved his life.

Ruff! Ruff ruff ruff!

The moment they passed through the doors of the monastery, the hellhound that Eva was holding onto suddenly began barking uneasily toward the empty dark shadow.
The perplexed Peter was just about to ask about it when a silver gleam flashed across the air.

A distortion suddenly formed amidst the darkness as a silhouette carrying a sword dashed out, directing his sword toward the hellhound and Eva.

Ascendwing’s incredible might was revealed instantly.
It pierced right through the hellhound and Eva, causing their bodies to distort before vaporizing into thin air.

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Seeing this scene through Eva’s eyes, Peter’s face warped in fury.
He didn’t expect to lose a precious painting just like that, but before he could erupt in anger, the silhouette had already moved on to his next target—him.

“Brat, you’re asking for it!” bellowed Peter.

His painting, the Smiling Mother, immediately surfaced from behind him, causing the surroundings to suddenly become viscous.
The stench of blood that suddenly suffused the air was nauseating.

However, the short sword released its glow once more, liberating Roel from the heavy weight on him.
He continued to dash forward as he eyed the man standing before him.
He noticed that the latter’s palm was faced toward him, an action reminiscent of a magician preparing to cast a spell.

Should I continue charging? Or should I back away?

Roel was put in a dilemma at this moment.
If he advanced a few more steps, he could use the ability of his short sword to leap to Peter’s side.
However, these additional few steps posed a huge risk to him.

Roel felt like there was a fire burning in his heart, but his mind was as calm as still water.
He recalled Peter’s battle performance against those soldiers earlier on.
The latter was indeed powerful as an evil cultist, and his prowess as an Origin Level 4 transcendent was not to be scoffed at.

Was it possible to kill him with a direct charge?

There was indeed such a possibility, but the chances of it succeeding was very slim.
It was so low that Roel wouldn’t want to take his chances.

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“The Unruly!”

All of a sudden, Roel felt a premonition of danger strike his heart.
He quickly infused his mana into his short sword, and his body vanished from view.

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A bloody ray of light blasted out from the tip of Peter’s finger, crossing through the space Roel was standing just a moment ago.
It struck the walls of the monastery with a heavy impact, causing the building to creak a little.

This was a terrifying spell that could instantaneously induce the explosion of one’s blood.
It was one of the usual spells that Peter used to decimate his enemy and prepare the paint he needed for his artwork.
It should have decided the battle, but it fell empty instead.

“What happened? Goddamnit! Where is he?”

Peter could hardly believe his eyes.
It was true that he didn’t expect Roel to be able to avoid his attack, but what really shocked him was the brat suddenly disappearing into thin air!

What is happening here?

Flustered now, Peter quickly scanned his surroundings and instructed Smiling Mother to coil around him and protect him.
He began trying to make sense of the situation by thinking through all the possibilities.

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Not many spells allowed one to simply vanish into thin air, and the prices one had to pay to cast them were extremely heavy.
The Country of Scholars, Brolne, did have a faction that was skilled in concealment, but that wasn’t an ability that Roel, who didn’t possess any Origin Attribute, could have learned.
It was limited to only high-level transcendents.

“It’s his weapon.
That sword…” muttered Peter as he narrowed his eyes coldly.

He recalled how the sword was able to destroy Eva in a single strike, and that made him feel deeply uneasy.
However, he knew better than to reveal his fears in battle.
He continued scanning the room with a cold look on his face.

Meanwhile, on one of the beams near the ceiling of the monastery, hidden from Peter’s sight, Roel was currently eyeing Peter with cold eyes.
With a silent sigh, he took off Shadow Lover as he began analyzing his situation again.

The surprise attack wasn’t exactly a failure, but it was true that he had missed a valuable opportunity to get Peter while he was off guard.

In his initial plan, he was aiming to use Shadow Lover’s concealment ability to camp at a spot to deal a swift and deadly blow to Peter.
However, Peter was far more vigilant than he had thought.
Not only did he choose to send his painting in first, but he was even wary enough to maintain some distance.
That ensured him sufficient time to react to anything unexpected.

The current situation wasn’t exactly in Roel’s favor.
The Smiling Mother had some sort of AOE delay skill.
Whenever he draws near, his movements would almost grind to a halt.
He recalled how the soldiers earlier on froze up in her presence before having their throats slit open.

Also, Peter’s reflexes could be considered noteworthy.
They didn’t make him inhumanly fast, but it was excellent for a magician.
He was able to swiftly recover and launch a decisive counterattack despite being caught off guard.
The duration he took to cast his offensive spell was also quite fast too, taking just one second.

It was due to all of this that Roel was left with no choice but to swiftly teleport away and bide his time, waiting for his next opportunity.

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The battle also granted Roel some understanding about his sword and its first ability too.
Without a doubt, The Unruly was a powerful ability, but it had its own limitations too.
The maximum distance that he could possibly teleport was 50 meters at the moment.

Being able to teleport 50 meters might sound amazing, but considering the burst power of transcendents, it was still insufficient.
There were plenty of spells that had a strike range further than 50 meters.

However, one thing that gladdened Roel was that he was mistaken about its mana cost.
The mana consumed was 10% of the spellcaster’s total mana, which was still a comfortable amount for Roel to bear.
However, it was likely that its effectiveness would become poorer when he was faced with far stronger enemies in the future too, especially with its limited uses.

Eyy, how cool would it be if I could teleport all around the battlefield without restraint?

Nevertheless, aside from the unfortunate limitations of Ascendwing, even Roel had to admit that it was a broken weapon.
He glanced downward to look at Peter, who was still warily scanning the room for him.

Currently, he still has two more uses left of his sword’s ability.
It would only suffice for one charge and one retreat.
It was impossible for him to abandon Nora, who was still lying somewhere inside the monastery, so there was only one thing left for him to do.

Kill Peter in the next strike.