Chapter 410 - Episode Fifty-Six - A Visitor from the Fire Country (6)(Side: Collector)

The collector approaches the diminutive old man - Jeem - who is holding Altamir down and delivers a huge swing of his sword.

Jeem quickly gets up, turns his body to the extreme to avoid the large swing, and then turns around to face the collector with his fist in the air.

Hihohohoho thats a very ugly sword, Ohhh, its just too ugly The speed is good, but the skill is too inexperienced. Youre only human, after all. Now that you have no treasure, Lord Rimud is still better.

Jeem laughs indecently and extends his arm to the collectors chest.

But before he could reach it, the bottom of the collectors palm reached his face.

Wha- !

Idiot, being lured to me so easily!

There was a tremendous bursting sound, and Jeems small body flew through the air.

The face was heavily indented in the shape of the collectors palm.

Jeem turns his body in the air and lands away from him.

You witch, losing to mere scouts of the Maharaun Kingdom.

The collector says uninterestedly.

Altamir advises him as she sat up.

Hes a spirit! And not a half-hearted one! He can control his own spirit body at will and let the impact go wherever he wants it to go! The only reason he got hit by that was because he wasnt in a fighting stance!

Jeem held out his hand to his face.

The dimples on his face had been cleaned away.

Ho~, hes certainly not human.

The mockery in Jeems eyes as he looked at the collector was gone.

He looked at the collector with a murderous and irritated look.

I didnt expect you to show up. I thought you were the kind of guy who wouldnt make a move unless he had an advantage

I do have an advantage. You people are unpleasant. So Ive just decided to destroy you all.

The collector smiles like an animal.

Jeems joints crack a sound, takes a deep breath, and holds his palms out in front of him.

His whole body was covered with fine, tightly packed muscle fibers, like the roots of a plant.

This is the appearance of the spirit body of the whole body when it is strengthened by magic power.

While in this deformed form, Jeem can perform Dragon flow, returning impact from any direction to any place he likes.

Small fry are coming in droves. I didnt want to get too violent in front of the weapon, but it cant be helped. Ill take care of them right away.

As Jeem stepped forward, the collector jumped forward as well.

In the air, the collectors sword crossed with Jeems hand.

The collectors sword intersected with Jeems hand, and Jeem stopped the collectors swinging blade with the tip of his outstretched forefinger.

With that, the collector was easily overpowered and knocked off his back to the ground.

On top of him, Jeem tried to slam his hand blade into the collectors chest.

The collector quickly stretched out his arm and counterattacked with his fist, successfully catching Jeem in the cheek with a counterattack.

However, the fist of the collector, who was supposed to be the one who hit him, shattered.

The skin ripped open, blood-splattered loudly, and he was flung sideways with great force, twisted in a direction that destroyed the joint.

Jeem had a big smile on his face, a grimy face with running plant roots.

He returned the impact of the blow to his cheek directly into the collectors fist.

Jeem bent his knee and tried to step through the collectors abdomen.

The collector quickly twisted his body to avoid it.

The ground ripped apart at the point of Jeems knee, sending vibrations through the area.

The collector got up, swinging his blade in a checkered manner, and jumped backward to regain his distance from Jeem.

You look quite frightened, dont you? Hmm? What happened to your earlier bravado?

The collector silently holds up his sword to the laughing Jeem.

You cant get through with just sword! Im going to attack you with magic bullets, so keep your eyes peeled!

Twelve balls of flame float around Altamir.

Youre in the way witch, back off. Youre no match to him!

The collector threatens Altamir.

Altamir ignores him and puts down her arms.

The twelve fireballs rush towards Jeem one after another.

Jeem kicks the ground and jumps.

In the blink of an eye, he had shifted his position to a large distance away.

The fireballs fell far away from him, scraping the ground.

Thats fast !

No matter how much she tried to exploit the gap, there was no way she could hit him.

Its not just Altamir, but the collectors eyes were also lagging behind, unable to keep up with Jeems movements.

Fat sweat dripped from the collectors brow.

Altamir, did you think that what I showed you was my limit? What do you think? This is my maximum speed.

Once again, Jeem kicked the ground.

The next time, he was moving behind Altamir.

The bottom of his palm was closing in on Altamirs back.

Ehh

Just as he was about to do so, the shoulder of the collector who had jumped from the side caught the bottom of Jeems palm.

But the shoulder was gouged out, and pieces of flesh as well as blood flew.

The collector gritted his teeth in intense pain.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Collector, you !

You idiot! I told you to stay out of my way!

The collector twisted his hips dexterously from his position, bent his own shoulders out of joint, and grabbed Jeems waist firmly with both hands.

Nn did you deliberately drop the sword for this?

Haaaaaaah!

The collector threw Jeem far away anyway.

If its a throw, he doesnt have to worry about it impacting him back.

He was thrown in a straight line with great speed, and his body struck the cliff face first.

The cliff crumbled and a clump of earth and sand fell on Jeem, and a large sound echoed.

I-, its over ?

Just as Altamir muttered, the cliff cracked open and Jeem emerged from within.

Hihohohohohohohohohohoho! You really thought that I would die from something like this after all this time? However, youre better than I thought, Collector!

Jeem laughed maniacally and came running at full speed towards the Collector again.

It was only because of the distance that I could clearly see how fast Jeem was.

Get out of my way, witch, and get the hell out of here. Youre out of place.

Altamir moved her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she kept silent and bowed her head.

It was clear that she was not good enough.

Youre better than I thought youd be. Dont die on me.

Dont get me wrong. I just dont like stopping halfway.

Altamir flew through the air and fled in the opposite direction from Jeem.

The collector grabs the sword stuck in the ground, pulls it out, and turns to face Jeem.

I was just thinking that I could protect the people of that village. If I pull out now, Im admitting that I dont have the strength to do so.

He said to himself, and raised his sword at the approaching Jeem.