"What did you say, punk, say out loud?" The lean guy from the right shouted as he walked towards Ben, trying to grab his collar.
He extended his hand to grab Ben's neck, but before he could react, the world around him turned upside down as he was slammed onto the ground.
"So then, who is coming next?" Ben asked, softly licking the tinge of blood on his finger as a notification sounded on his screen.
[Human Blood Consumed]
[Strength: +1; Exp: +5]
Seeing one of their men fall to the ground came as a shock to the group, but it didn't last very long as the expression turned into anger and rage. Without caring for anything, all of them attacked Ben and Freya at once.
[Wow, so you planned this blood buffet all along, didn't you?]
Ben just let out a small chuckle before he let his body loose, almost falling to the ground. He used the palm of his hand for support and spin-kicked, knocking five of the men to the ground.
Freya, on the other hand, was also able to cast a consecutive wind blade to keep the enemies away. Normally, this attack wasn't very effective in combat, but unlike against the wolves, these blades were darker in color and were able to land long and deep cuts on the opponent it hit.
Ben continued to battle, swiftly swinging his spear to make an opening. He swiftly dashed out of the crowd, towards a more open area so it wouldn't block his movements.
"Come on guys, if you are done so fast your woman gonna leave you for someone else." He said with a genuine smile, a gazing mockery directed towards the chief's eyes.
"Kill him!!" The middle-aged man ordered in rage as all of the men, about 20 of them, ran towards Ben.
The sun was getting red, about to fall to the horizon.
The hot wind was blowing, making a ruffling sound in the long green grass. While twenty or so men were running towards Ben with weapons in their hands, they ran like hyenas, with an intent to kill.
Amid this chaotic yet beautiful scene, Ben was standing with a genuine smile. As the first enemy entered within a radius of 5 meters, Ben's hand moved slightly, and his position changed in a rhythm as smooth as flowing water.
With a swing of his spear, there was a cut on the enemy's chest.
The cut was long but not deep, enough to neutralise the enemy but not kill him.
While the man was distracted with pain, Ben locked in with a punch aimed directly at the chest. Knocking him unconscious upon the impact.
Ben, stepped back, making distance from other hunters. He slightly licked the blood on the spearhead.
[Human Blood Consumed]
[Strength: +1; Exp: +5]
With calculative sight, he looked at the three more hunters coming towards him; their speed seemed equal, so he had to take those three all at once.
Ben, unfazed dashed towards them, swinging the back end of his spear with all his might. In response, a man raised his wooden club to block the attack, but to his surprise the spear shattered through the club, hitting on the shoulder which was now bent at an unnatural angle.
The hunter screamed in pain, his eyes wide open. He collapsed on his knees, giving up on battle, and while others looked at him, their resolve to fight was weaving.
But Ben wasn't free enough to focus on the hunter's gazes and expressions; he quickly side past the fallen hunter, leaving a slight cut on the hunter's neck. He licked the blood on his finger.
[Human Blood Consumed]
[Strength: +1; Exp: +5]
Without looking at the notification screen, Ben threw his spear towards a hunter who was standing a little far; his weapon was a bow and arrow, targeted towards Ben, ready to shoot at any point in time.
The spear hit the underside of his foot, piercing through it while pinning it to the ground. Looking like a few more members of their group were easily taken down, the hunters in the back stopped in their tracks, rethinking whether they should fight or not.
[Human Blood Consumed]
[Strength: +1; Exp: +5]
[Human Blood Consumed]
[Strength: +1; Exp: +5]
[ You have leveled up to level 6 ]
In the meantime, Ben dealt with two more hunters, putting them unconscious while getting a drop of their blood in the process. This turn of events was more than enough to scare the other half of the hunters into running their tails behind their legs.
[Human Blood Consumed]
[Strength: +1; Exp: +5]
"You son of a b*tch, I am going to give you a dog's death!" The middle-aged man shouted, seeing his men were running away, he decided to enter the battle himself.
The middle-aged man gripped tightly on his spear, ready to launch toward Ben, but suddenly a crescent blade of green wind shot from behind, leaving a cut on his leather armor. The sheer force of the attack threw him off balance with his legs.
"Running so fast? I thought you wanted to have some fun with me." A mocking voice sounded from behind. The middle-aged man turned his head around to look at the source of the voice.
It was none other than the silver-haired girl, Freya. Her eyes glowed in shades of purple, And before her were lying another five hunters, bleeding, lying on the ground. Some had their limbs missing, or bones shattered to pieces.
Ben too, was shocked with this revelation. Especially with, those purple eyes.
[ Your strength point has been maxed out.]
[ Your Agility point has been maxed out. ]