Rise of the Horde

295 Chapter 29Khao’khen began calculating in his mind if his arsenal was enough for him to secure him a victory against an overpowered foe, he began going through what was on his arsenal, his martial arts prowess which he brought with him from his previous world plus the strength of his current body, his abysmal collection of spells which were Haste, Iron Will and Flamehands nothing more nothing less. He began calling up his system to purchase something useful to get through his current dire situation but the system that he pinned his hope on didn’t respond and the system panel showed nothing but a huge “ERROR” in bold and capital letters, “F*CK!!! What a timing for you to malfunction!” profanities began flowing out of his mouth nonstop but his outburst was quickly cut off by his opponent that darted forwards towards him.

“Fast!” that was what he had to say about the mobility of his opponent as he casted the Haste spell unto himself just to keep up with the agility of his adversary, with the spell on him he managed to dodge by a hair’s width the strike of his opponent that would surely send him into a world of pain if it connects. “This is unfair…” he complained while rolling away to safety as his eyes can’t keep up with the movements of his opponent and he was doing evasive maneuvers based on his instincts since his eyes were rendered useless by the absurdness of his opponent when it comes to speed.

Khao’khen then began calling up his system once again but the same huge bold red “ERROR” was all there is for him to see, he was about to begin to spout some profanities once again but he shut his mouth when he realized that he let his emotions get into his way when fighting. He had been up against stronger opponents than before in his previous world in armed and unarmed combat and he was able to triumph over them. He too one deep breath then focused all his attention on the fight, he was trying to get into the most optimal state that he can attain in combat.

Baron Masud in his new form gave out a snort of displeasure as his opponent kept on dodging his strikes and slipping away from his attack range. A beastly growl escaped his lips as he went on and released a flurry of strikes unto his foe with some connecting but most of them missed. Khao’khen was completely on the defensive as he filtered out everything that wasn’t concerning his current foe, the noise of his warriors cheering for him, he filtered them out from his hearing since he relied more on his ears than his eyes in the fight.

His skin became sensitive to the air currents as even the slightest undulation would be sensed by him. Hearing and feeling, those were what he relied on in order make his opponent miss in his strikes, after ducking down to evade the swipe of his opponent which targeted his face, he stepped forward with his right leg and with a twist of his waist he gave his foe an uppercut which surprisingly connected with his chin or where his chin was supposed to be at and sent him stumbling backward in daze.

“Yah!”

“Chieftain! Chieftain! Chieftain!”

“Khao’khen! Khao’khen! Khao’khen!”

The orcs went crazy after seeing their chief manage to land one solid strike unto the foe that he was up against and even the Drakhars joined in and started cheering for him. Khao’khen turned his gaze towards them for a bit and quickly shifted it back to his opponent, “No sh*t! You don’t know how ridiculous this guy is… I had to be hit a few times and only managed to land a single hit on him…” his voice was full of frustration as he observed his opponent who was shaking his head to get rid of the effect of his strike. ‘Glad that his defense isn’t as absurd as his speed and strength…” Khao’khen was thankful of that since if his opponent didn’t have possess an absurd durability which means that he had a chance.

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Baron Masud finally managed to shake off the effect of his opponent’s strike, puzzlement was all over his face on how did his opponent managed to land such a powerful attack on him despite being hard-pressed by his by his attack. “You…strong! I like it!” he grinned towards Khao’khen whose face scrunched up in disgust.

The words of his opponent reminded Khao’khen of that crazy Goblin King named Jaadul who had a freaking absurd durability that no matter how hard he was struck, he would just shake it off like nothing happened and was only taken down when Khao’khen skewered him in the rear like a roasted suckling pig or commonly called as ‘lechon’ somewhere in his previous world. He shivered after being reminded of the facial expressions that Jaadul made when he stared at him while doing grabbing motions towards his direction. The poor King Jaadul was categorized as a crazy pervert by Khao’khen in his mind who had a very strange taste.

The baron darted forward to begin another onslaught of strikes and the shaken Khao’khen began retreating backwards as he backpedaled while trying to get rid of the image of Jaadul in his mind. Accidentally, the baron’s words weakened Khao’khen’s defense as his thoughts were a bit distracted and more attacks of the baron landed on him despite not squarely as he would soften the impact by redirecting or using the force of the attack to retreat.

After a few moments, Khao’khen finally manage to get himself together as his evasion became almost a hundred percent as he got more used to the attack patterns of his foe and his quirks when he strikes. He was trying to find some opening to land a hard counter like before but it didn’t come since his opponent’s speed seemed to have gone up a notch after he landed a counter on him.