The King-sea inn entirety was made of wooden material since it was only a short-term residence till the Sand-scale occurrence died down.
BAM
At this moment, the King-sea inn's double door was instantly shattered into shreds as its particles flew backward in response to the force.
The residents who were enjoying their moments or simply resting were instantly brought back to their senses.
Five men, all in black instantly went past the broken door with a single man leading the team.
The moment they entered they immediately spotted four men who were acting as guard to a room with some others simply idling at the back already awake because of the previous noise. They were fully on guard now…
With no question asked. The five men in black immediately attacked.
The guards in response unsheathed their weapons and engaged the intruders. They were stationed here to stop others anyway. However, they didn't dare to think anyone would attack them any day.
This was because they were the guards of the young master of the blacksmith clan, young master Simley. They've always used the family name as some sort of shield.
It was totally different if it were to be in forest but openly attacking them like this was never anticipated.
Who could have targeted them?
BBang..
A middle-aged man rushed out and immediately slammed the door behind. He was one of the two guards inside the room guarding the blacksmiths.
Without waiting, he immediately drew out his weapon and countered the blade already in close proximity.
A loud sound rang as the two individuals were sent backward.
"It's him! He was the one who sent us out." shouted the head coachman in alarm as he pointed at the man who existed the room.
The head of the men in black, Hamizz, scrutinized the man in front of him and scowled after noticing the energy radiating from him.
The middle-aged man was emitting the energy of a Bronze realm cultivator of the third stage. He, Hamizz was of the fifth stage.
It was a two-stage difference. No wonder the middle-aged man was sent flying towards the far back.
The order was to show them what "absolute quietness" was and he wasn't done. Seeing that the middle-aged man's cultivation was two stage lower, Hamizz was more eager to fight and finish the battle.
He also wants to show master Balin that his team was worth paying more.
He was also a sword cultivator. His sword was suddenly enveloped in a dark hue as he sent the energy towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man knitted his brows as he held his blade tightly, his legs moved precisely managing to dodge the attack. He was clearly a man with good movement skills.
However, that wasn't all. The middle-aged man who felt relieved at his escape suddenly felt a pressure on his back.
He quickly turned around only to see the blade on his back, with good reflexes, he parried the attack, but his strength was seriously lagging as he was instantly flung to the back, bursting through the wooden inn, thereby breaking through the wooden walls of the inn.
Hamizz looked to the side and without waiting to see if his opponent was going to come back again, he engaged the other guards while his other four companions were already fighting fiercely.
Disturbed by the chaos outside, the other guard came through the door only to see his men being stabbed and Arker nowhere to be seen.
He frowned and rage overcame him. He immediately dashed out with his spear and in an instant reached one of the men in black.
Without warning his spear was deeply lodged in their chest.
His other hand turned into a claw as he swiped and clawed the man's neck.
The man in black, not wanting to go down so easily used his face to take the hits as he struggled to detach his body from the spear.
Mandar, the man who just came out with the spear swiped his claws repeatedly on his opponent's face which was constantly being dyed in red blood. He raised his spear up directly lifting his opponent with it and swung him to the side, sending him crashing room after room.
Everywhere was wrecked.
The residents who had lodged the King-sea inn beforehand had already found their way out before the battle could escalate to this stage.
Chatter immediately erupted outside the inn as it was becoming crowded gradually.
Hamizz looked at his right-hand man who had been sent crashing across rooms and anger quickly enveloped him.
He darted his look at Mandar, the spear man, and their eye met going into a lock.
With obvious hatred they both exchanged skills after skills as their weapons met. The energy burst out which scattered the shreds around, lifting them as dust would.
Hamizz was sent downward with a kick to his shoulders and with another to the chest, he shook as he staggered a few steps back.
It seemed his new opponent was a tough one.
Dark mist suddenly gushed out from his body, enveloping his entirety including the sword.
He abruptly kicked the broken flooring and burst forth with a boom. His speed must have reached the peak of the Bronze realm, Mandar thought.
A light suddenly flickered from the sword as it went beyond the speed Mandar could comprehend.
He did the only thing he could which was crossing his arms on his chest, guarding with the spear.
The dark light hit him all of a sudden and he wished he had evaded it which was almost impossible. He was immediate sent crashing through the wooden inn all the way to the front as he landed heavily and skidded along the ground.
He suddenly held his chest as unbearable pain assaulted him. He held in the liquid coming up his throat as he looked at his spare which was dented at this point.
Its tip was out of shape.
He was then attracted by the man standing just before the inn's door, he grimaced.
It was Hamizz. He stood tall as if he could continue fighting a thousand times more, but some experienced cultivators amongst the crowd knew better.
He had been worn out. That last attack must have depleted all his energy.
Mandar quickly stood on his feet to avoid mockery or the pitiful eyes of the crowd. Unlike Hamizz, he still had some energy left to unleash two or three attacks or he could concentrate all his energy to perform a last strike as Hamizz had done.
He was rooting for the latter.
Hamizz expression turned ugly when Mandar stood up and started gathering his energy. He had no energy left. If any attack was sent his way he was left with no way to defend except his sword which wouldn't do much.
Spprrreeeee….
A sharp sound hit the atmosphere, conflicting the crowd and everyone gathered within its perimeter. It instantly canceled the attack Mandar had almost unleashed…
The piercing sound made them all held their ears and tried their possible best to deter any interference as they concentrated their energy on their ears to reduce the noise.
Those cultivators of lower realms were the first to fall one after the other, but before then,
Thud…