Commander Oryn nodded stiffly. "I apologize. I have looked down on you since the fighting began, and that made me hold back a little."

Galthor blinked at the Winged man.

'...Wait, don't tell me you're now going to show some hidden strength you've been keeping because you thought I was a small fry? Don't do that. Really. Don't!'

But outside, his face was as rigid as stone as ever. "I accept your apology, First Commander Oryn."

Commander Oryn shrugged his wings. "Then let's fight as equals. I will give you a death worthy of your strength, Chief Galthor."

Lightning began to crackle across his body the moment he finished speaking. He stretched his right hand forward as if he wanted to hold something, and a wind spear materialized in it, flickering with trapped lightning bolts.

With a flick of his hand, more spears appeared. They hovered around him like suspended rain, six of them.

Galthor's eyes shrank as he saw the power Oryn was gathering around himself. He didn't know about the legacy the Winged people had, but it was already apparent that it was one with a combination of wind and lightning.

And Oryn wasn't shy about using it.

Before anything could happen, Oryn began to whisper—low at first, but then louder and louder until it turned into a roar of rushing air. The winds picked up in the pit, blowing dust and debris, and soon, it turned into a hurricane.

It spun in the middle of the pit, its force pulling everything toward it like a vortex. Then Oryn pointed his hand at the hurricane, and it was suddenly filled with thunder and lightning!

A rumble shook the ground as the hurricane shifted and then blasted forward with a howl.

When Commander Oryn said he was getting serious, he wasn't lying.

The hurricane was even faster than a bullet, its passage leaving the ground broken and shattered, adding everything into itself as it stripped the walls of stone.

Galthor gritted his teeth as he realized that Oryn was trying to catch him in a two-way attack—between the hurricane and himself.

And the wisest thing would be to put the two sources of danger in his view.

But that wasn't what he did. He ran from the hurricane and headed directly at Oryn!

The Commander was surprised. The pit was big enough for Galthor to keep two sources of danger in his view, but instead, he actually decided to come after him? "Not bad! Not bad at all!"

Galthor might not know his special powers that came with being Unchanging Wrath yet, but he knew some things. One, he was a divine being, and he still had his divine aura.

His aura warped tightly around him, cloaking his body, but much more around his legs. Each step he took pressed into the hard stone as if it were mud.

He increased his speed, turning into a blur, his eyes shifting between red and black.

Commander Oryn moved his hurricane to stand directly between him and the incoming barbarian, his spears of wind and lightning still hovering beside him. "Fool! How do you think you can break my hurricane? You have special powers of your own...!!"

In just a short amount of time, Galthor suddenly accelerated so fast that the world turned around him and the space whined. All this was possible because he was concentrating his power in his legs.

Pow!

When he reached the hurricane, he suddenly jumped, folding his limbs and head together to form a ball—a ball that moved like a bullet shot through the hurricane.

The winds and debris in the hurricane battered him, trying to tear him apart, but he had already returned his aura to protecting his body again.

Everything was so fast that by the time Oryn finished gloating, a ball of flesh had already blasted through his hurricane and unfolded into a barbarian coming at him like a falling mountain.

Oryn didn't hesitate, and he instantly sent all his spears at Galthor, the air cracking with lightning as they passed.

Midair, still propelled forward by the force, Galthor grinned and raised his fist. His aura moved toward his fist, and it glowed like liquid fire.

He punched the spears that were sent his way, causing a massive explosion of wind and shockwaves that blasted up the pit and tore a large gash in the ground.

Both Galthor and Oryn were sent reeling back, their ears ringing from the force.

Commander Oryn staggered back, holding his chest as his mind shook. He hadn't expected the magic he was holding with his will to be suddenly torn apart by a single punch, and it affected him. Even his hurricane had been torn away in the resulting explosion. "Mad! You are mad!"

Galthor himself wasn't left unaffected. His fist was bloody, and one of his fingers was cracked. But already it was healing at a visible rate. "I am not mad. I am only a barbarian."

Galthor bent down and picked up small stones the size of fingers and held them up. "Let's see. This was something I once listened to in one of the books. Can I throw these stones hard enough to make them into bullets?"

"What nonsense are you speaking?" Oryn said as he slowly began to regain his strength. He made a wall of compressed winds in front of himself while he backed away.

He had realized that he absolutely must not get close to Galthor. The barbarian's strength was far above his own; he had to do everything he could not to get physical with him.

Bang!

The next moment, he felt something heading his way at incredible speed. He couldn't even accurately sense it with his winds, but he managed to move away.

He looked back in shock. A hole, finger-deep, had been drilled into the wall.

In the middle of the pit, Galthor began to laugh like the madman Oryn had called him. "I see! Now, I need to make the bullet bigger. I guess I can use this as my special power for a while. What do you think, Oryn?"

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