The boy got sieged many times when hunting for all those days. Those were definitely the moments when he mostly got in a pinch while doing that dangerous way of grinding.
In the previous times, he would always back away because either he didn't have much knowledge about the Scythes or his power didn't keep up.
Mostly, the Scythes would always fight over the prey, but it didn't prevent them to be dangerous to Dean even when fighting against each other.
Dean would always panic at those moments, but now it was different.
'It's been some days since I broke through Rank 1 in Density. I am far stronger than before. I can feel that this energy nourishing my body has a different shape, a different... consistency. I am not the same person from two weeks or so ago. I don't need to keep running away from these guys anymore. If I can kill a Scythe in one hit, then it will only take some more to take down these five!'
Ignoring the fear that arose in his chest, Dean kept reinforcing his body and weapon and relentlessly assaulted the two Dreads in front of him.
The other three were still catching up so he didn't concern about them for the time being.
Dean didn't fight against two Scythes at the same time often. They had an amazingly high speed, also as good synchrony, although from time to time they would get in each other's way on purpose.
Anyway, the boy was confident that, even with a long sword, he could keep up with their speed, and compensate most of it with strength instead!
'The other three are delaying a lot to come here because they are fighting each other in the way here. Two of them already got harmed. I just need to focus here!'
Dean wanted to end that battle as fast as possible, so he wouldn't hold back.
As per usual, the Dread aimed to his throat, trying to rip his head off with both scythes.
The boy parried one of the claws while dodging the other.
The second Dread saw an opportunity to attack him since his sword wasn't in a good position to attack, but that was exactly what Dean wanted him to think.
Before he could even unleash an attack, the boy let go of the sword for a moment and punched the Dread on his head, right on the place between his antennas.
The Scythe roared in pain and confusion and began to stumble.
'The place between their antennas is very sensible. They get confused when someone hits it!'
Dean shifted his weight while taking his sword again and slashing the other Dread vertically, ripping off its right leg.
Without hesitating, he made the same thing with the left leg, then finished him by piercing his head with the longsword.
The other confused Dread just came back to normal in time to see a shadow approaching him and then the cold sensation of a blade piercing through his belly.
'With this one, three are gone. Now, those three are near here. But they seem to be particularly unfriendly with each other, and all of them are 6th gen, so I will let them fight a bit more.'
Dean cut his own palm, raising it in the air with blood pouring from the wound.
The Dreads stopped to fight for a moment and looked toward it immediately. Their jaws opened as if they were contemplating a masterpiece. They fidgeted their claws while flapping their wings. It was their way to show how excited they were.
Afterward, Dean sheathed his sword and began to run at full speed.
'I won't risk my life against three Dreads of the 6th generation at their peak condition. I will fight smart and let them harm themselves more while they fight and run after me!'
Just as he predicted, the smell of his blood made them go wild. Also, he had too much "Willpower" running in his body and sword, so it was extra attractive.
They reinforced their bodies with "Chaos" and began to pursue him like crazy dogs while roaring. At the same time, they fought against each other in a bloody battle. They weren't unleashing blows to kill, but to tire out. Dreads rarely would kill their similars.
Dean kept his pace steady. After so much time working as a slave and training his body, even without too much energy reinforcing his body he was able to run really fast.
'I am crossing parts of this land that I never have been before. It will be good to know more about this place, anyway.'
Inside his mind, he was fine, and thinking straight, even though three dangerous foes were trying to devour him.
Dean got surprised when he noticed that there was a ravine appearing in front.
'How unusual... I never saw a ravine in the black fields. Is it normal for ravines to appear in plains? I don't know. Anyway, it seems that it won't be good to try to go to the other side, nor run bordering it, so I will stop here and end with it.'
Dean unsheathed his sword while skidding on the grass and turning around.
He gave a brief stop to get his feet steady, then raised his eyes.
'That's the last shot, let's pour all my power into it!'
After giving a warcry, Dean kicked the ground and began to run at full speed toward the Dreads.
His explosive and dense "Willpower" was pushing his body to break through its limits and meet new horizons.
None of the three Dreads could follow his speed as he cut them all fatally after just one rush.
The boy felt that his body began to shiver. He was sweating profusely, a cold sweat.
'That's the backlash... Ugh...'
He still needed to get used to that.
'Better if I--"
ROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAR!
He heard a roar that made the earth shake under his feet.
The boy looked back as he gulped.
'It's better... It's better to not get close to that ravine again... Ugh... I will get out of here. The "Chaos" in the air is... outrageous.'
Limping a bit and using his sword to sustain his weak body, Dean returned safely to the camping.