"I'm going to chop your head off and hang it on the fireplace!" a furious roar erupted as the disheveled Okot brandished his dual blades, his eyes red with rage as he charged towards Feld, clearly activating his combat skills, surrounded by a blue aura, moving at incredible speed.
But Feld wasn't afraid at all; in fact, he was exhilarated. With a firm grip on his war hammer, he charged straight at Okot.
The two figures collided with immense force, creating a massive shockwave that sent food and tables flying at the party, causing everyone to swiftly retreat, not daring to get involved in the battle between these two monsters.
Watching the relentless collision, Baron Zakari's face turned grim. He immediately whispered, "Make them stop!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light illuminated the roof.
Feld instantly felt a chilling sensation; he was obviously being targeted by a formidable presence. It didn't take much guessing—it was the secret Silver-tier archer!
But Feld didn't stop, as Okot was already on the brink of collapse.
Okot's anger had dissipated by now, replaced by fear. He realized that even with his enhanced combat skills, he was no match for this giant! Feld's war hammer was like a siege hammer, causing excruciating pain even when he was fully defended. Moreover, this guy's combat skills surpassed his, and even his damn weapon was inferior.
The two serrated cleavers, despite being Platinum-tier weapons, left only faint marks on Feld's hammer, while the blades themselves suffered massive damage. After being pounded by Feld's hammer dozens of times, Okot's dual blades were already rendered useless, and his hands were bleeding profusely.
He couldn't win!
He wasn't a match!
Okot could see that the guy in front of him wasn't joking; he was genuinely going to kill him!
So he tried to run.
But would Feld let him escape?
Sensing Okot's attempt to flee, Feld immediately exchanged injuries for a kill, enduring Okot's strike head-on.
The heavily damaged blades only left a shallow wound on Feld's chest, while Okot himself, unable to change his move after swinging, was grabbed by Feld's shoulder.
Feeling the terrifying strength in Feld's grip, Okot's collarbone was crushed, a scream of agony abruptly cut short as Feld pressed him down, placing a foot on his chest.
Okot spat blood instantly, almost fainting from the pain.
It must be said that Okot had some skills to withstand so many blows from Feld.
But that was the end of it.
Lifting his war hammer high, Feld's eyes gleamed with malice as he prepared to smash Okot's head.
But just then, a cold light burst from the roof, aimed directly at Feld's back.
Feeling the intense killing intent, Feld's hammer twisted at the last moment under the muscles of his waist and arm, deflecting the attack aimed at his back.
Boom!
A blast of air sounded as Feld's massive body was pushed back dozens of meters, the hammerhead plowing deep furrows into the ground before finally coming to a halt.
There was a white spot on the hammerhead, emitting a faint smoke.
And Feld, apart from a slight numbness in his arm, had no injuries whatsoever.
Oh right, as he was pushed back, he didn't forget to grab the fallen Okot, so Okot was still in his hands, like a dead dog, already unconscious.
No one could stop him from killing!
Feld slowly stood up, his upper garment torn into shreds by the blast, so he simply tore it off, revealing muscles as strong as steel.
On his face, there was still a wild grin.
"Baron Zakari, are you trying to stop me from avenging myself?" he grinned widely, but his voice was icy, sending shivers down Zakari's spine.
At that moment, Feld, shrouded in dark shadows, seemed to have eyes flashing with crimson light.
At this moment, Zakari's expression turned to utmost disgust.
Because Feld had miraculously intercepted the Silver-tier expert's arrow unscathed! And Okot, under his control, had barely lasted thirty rounds before falling.
What terrified Zakari the most was that Feld seemed to know he had a Silver-tier expert stationed here, yet still dared to speak to him in such a threatening manner!
Could it be that Feld was Silver-tier?
Of course not. Feld could intercept the arrow unscathed mainly because his Angel's Warhammer was sturdy enough.
The old man's hammer could crush even adamantium, let alone an arrow?
As long as he could block the arrow, its power wouldn't be a threat.
This was also one of the drawbacks of archers. Although their killing power was Silver-tier, they relied heavily on arrows. If their arrows couldn't match his hammer's quality, they wouldn't be able to harm him as long as he could catch the arrows with his hammer.
Of course, some archers could shoot magical arrows, but they still couldn't penetrate his Angel's Warhammer!
"Okot was the guard I hired. It's inappropriate for you to kill my people on my estate, isn't it?" Zakari said in a deep voice.
However, Feld nodded, "Indeed inappropriate. I apologize to you."
With that, he put down his hammer and bowed to Zakari.
"I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you and everyone. It was my fault. I'll compensate for the damage to the wall."
Zakari and the others were stunned. They didn't expect this arrogant big guy to actually apologize.
Was he showing weakness?
But the next moment, Feld straightened up and picked up his hammer again. "Can I kill now? I've apologized."
Zakari: "..."
"You..." Zakari felt extremely embarrassed. But before he could speak, Feld's expression suddenly turned cold.
"I'll say it once. If that guy behind you dares to shoot another arrow at me, whether it's intentional or not, I'll consider you all enemies."
"At that time, I guarantee that none of you will leave the estate alive."
"Including the ones you've brought here."
Feld said expressionlessly, and the whole place fell silent.
Feld then raised the hammer in his hand, like an executioner about to execute a prisoner.
"If you don't believe me, feel free to try." With that, Feld swung his hammer down.
"Boom..." The ground shook, accompanied by a sound akin to a watermelon bursting.
He just smashed Okot's head in front of hundreds of people.
And Zakari never said a word from beginning to end, just keeping a straight face.
Because he didn't intend to make the decision himself. He handed the decision-making opportunity to that Silver-tier archer.
But even after Feld smashed Okot's head, that archer still didn't make a move.
This meant that even the Silver-tier archer was afraid!
Archers' perception was extremely sensitive. They could detect the presence of danger, which meant Feld wasn't bluffing.
"Ah, revenge feels great~" Feld smiled as he planted the blood-stained hammer head on the ground. He leaned against the hammer, wiped the sweat from his forehead with one hand, and his face once again revealed the simple and honest smile, like a diligent farmer who had just finished his work.
"Thank you, Baron Zakari. Although you lost a trash bodyguard, you gained the friendship of an excellent mercenary." Feld chuckled.
"Hehe..." Zakari chuckled dryly twice. Feld's words made him extremely nervous.
"We'll have opportunities for cooperation in the future, right, Baron Zakari?" Feld smiled.
"Of... Of course," Baron Zakari nodded, but he felt extremely bitter inside.
It's not that he didn't want to kill Feld.
Feld had embarrassed him so much that he wanted to smash him to pieces.
But now that Okot was dead, although they had a good relationship, it was only limited to "friends".
Talking about friendship with a utilitarian?
Ridiculous.
At this point, he couldn't possibly offend someone who was likely a Silver-tier expert just for someone who was already dead.
So now, not only could he not harm Feld, he also had to win Feld over to minimize his losses.
This was one of the main reasons why Feld chose to act this way.
He was arrogant, but as long as he had enough strength, arrogance was not a mistake but rather an extremely effective deterrent!
And another reason... of course, it's because he had this domineering personality.
You couldn't kill someone on someone else's turf. That was the rule of the world.
Feld, on the other hand, operates outside the boundaries of norms. Otherwise, why would he enjoy being a mercenary?
"Looking forward to working with you, Baron Zakari!" Feld said cheerfully, then proceeded to openly collect Okot's "remnants" in front of everyone — his spatial ring and the two scrapped serrated cleavers. After wrapping things up, he walked forward, picked up a bottle of unbroken wine from the ground, gave it a shake, with still half left.
He flaunted it.
After finishing the wine, Feld greeted Qiqi with a nod. "Well, I'm off, Baron Zakari. If you need anything, just post a commission at the Iron Tavern, Raymond will handle the rest."
"And also, send the bill for the damages to him, he'll pass it on to me. I need to get some sleep." This sentence was a clear indication to Baron Zakari of his good relationship with Raymond, enough to make the Baron wary. After a slight hesitation, Baron Zakari nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat.
As Feld departed, he winked at Mansa, who was still in shock, her face flushing red as she regained her senses.
Then, humming a tune, Feld swaggered away.
Baron Zakari looked at the aftermath of the party, feeling bitter.
What a mess...
With things turning out like this, the party couldn't possibly continue. However, the mercenaries didn't leave; they camped out in the courtyard, ready for work tomorrow.
Baron Zakari wearily returned to the manor. At this moment, a figure appeared behind him.
"Why didn't you shoot the arrow?" he asked, more seeking a reason to ease his mind than a questioning tone.
"I sensed a fatal threat from him. If I had shot that arrow, even if I could defeat him, you would have died," the figure said calmly. It was a deep male voice, but he wore a hood that concealed his face in shadow, making his features indistinguishable.
Hearing this, Baron Zakari sighed.
The fact that he could make a high-tier silver ranked strongman say such words was enough to prove that his recent decision was not wrong. Therefore, he could only nod silently, no longer speaking.
He had to swallow this loss.
After so long in Haydu, he knew who to provoke and who not to. Someone like Feld, with immense power and no scruples, was someone you must never provoke.
Moreover, he noticed that his beloved daughter seemed to be very interested in him. That was the most damn thing...
Why couldn't she like someone else? Liking a mercenary...
With the way he killed Okot, if you dared to play with his feelings, he'd probably come to kill your whole family...
And if it was serious... he also didn't want his daughter to marry a mercenary who licked blood from his blade all day, even if he was strong.
So, Baron Zakari might have trouble sleeping tonight.
But Feld slept soundly, holding Qiqi.
After fighting Okot and taking a direct hit from a high-tier silver ranked strongman's arrow, his magic power concentration increased by three percent, now standing at five percent.
He really wished for more fools like Okot to show up; then he could level up quickly.
Unfortunately, such idiots were rare.
After all, tonight's events would soon spread throughout all of Haydu, and those who dared to provoke him would become even fewer.