"Let's get back to Belvan," Oasis said gently, sensing the pain in Ronan's voice.
He then moved toward the girls, who were still trembling from the ordeal.
He spoke to them softly, offering comforting words to ease their fear, and then gave Toren a light kick to wake him from his unconscious state.
After a few breaths, everyone was ready to move.
However, Oasis knew he needed to catch up to Garron and his group, and he wouldn't be able to do that if he stayed with the others.
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"Ohh... here," Oasis said, handing a scroll to Ronan after a moment of thought.
"I'll be moving ahead. This scroll will protect you. Just inject some mana into it if you get into trouble. We'll meet in town."
The scroll was a powerful spell, a piece of his parents' legacy that he always kept with him.
Oasis knew it would keep the group safe while he dealt with Garron.
Without wasting any more time, Oasis took off, using his Dancing Phoenix footwork technique to move at incredible speed.
He darted through the dense forest, the tall trees blurring past him as he moved with agility and precision.
His feet barely touched the ground as he weaved through the underbrush, his form a blur of motion.
The transition from the tall trees to the valleys was almost seamless as Oasis continued his pursuit.
The landscape shifted from the dense canopy of the forest to the more open terrain of the valleys, where the ground sloped gently and the tall trees gave way to rolling hills and scattered groves.
Oasis's speed didn't waver as he navigated the changing terrain, his eyes focused ahead, determined to catch up to Garron and his men.
The wind whipped past him as he moved, his mind sharp and clear, every step bringing him closer to his target.
Oasis was a force of nature, unstoppable and relentless, as he raced through the valleys, the determination in his heart driving him forward.
Oasis was a blur of motion, racing through the valleys with relentless speed.
The shadows of Garron's group began to emerge in the distance, growing clearer as he closed the gap between them.
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Among Garron's group, Jerek, who had sharper senses than the others, felt Oasis's presence long before the rest did.
His instincts kicked in immediately.
"We're being pursued," Jerek warned, his voice tense as he scanned the area behind them.
Without wasting any time, the six members of Garron's group halted and shifted into a battle formation.
They moved with practiced precision, their movements synchronized as they prepared for whatever was coming.
Garron, their leader, took the center position, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw at a moment's notice.
To his right stood Maira, her eyes narrowed as she scanned the surroundings, a dagger in each hand.
On Garron's left was Bronn, his massive axe gripped tightly in his hands, his muscles tense and ready for action.
Jerek, positioned slightly ahead of the others, crouched low, his eyes darting from side to side as he tried to track the blur he had sensed.
Behind them, the twins, Fynn and Rynn, stood back to back, each holding a short sword, their identical faces set in determined expressions as they prepared for the approaching threat.
As they waited, the only thing they could see was a blur moving rapidly toward them.
The wind picked up around them, growing hotter as the blur approached.
And then, in an instant, Oasis passed through their formation, moving so fast that they couldn't even react.
A rush of hot wind trailed behind him, ruffling their clothes and hair as he came to a sudden stop just a short distance ahead, his back now facing them.
He stood still, looking forward with an air of calm, while Garron and his group stared in shock, still turned toward where Oasis had come from.
"Oi, Uncle Garron," Oasis greeted them casually as he slowly turned to face them, a slight smile playing on his lips.
It had been less than an hour since they had left Oasis and the bandits in the forest, but in that short time, everything had changed.
Garron's mind raced as he tried to process what had just happened.
"What was that speed?"
"If this kid wanted to kill one of us, he could have done it without us even being able to move", Garron thought, his grip tightening on his sword.
Jerek, the sharpest among them, was equally stunned.
"I was only able to see his appearance just the moment he stopped," he thought, his eyes wide with shock.
The group was left speechless, unable to form words as they remained in their battle stances.
They were fully aware that they had just witnessed something beyond their understanding.
Oasis had effortlessly passed through their formation, a feat none of them could have anticipated.
As they turned to look at Oasis, who now stood before them, they couldn't help but feel a deep sense of unease.
This was no ordinary young man—they were now faced with someone far more dangerous than they had ever imagined.
As Oasis stood before Garron and his group, his eyes were cold and calculating.
The air around him seemed to thicken with tension, his presence alone demanding attention.
"Answer me carefully, and I might spare your lives," Oasis said, his voice steady, but with a sharp edge that made the threat all too real.
His gaze bore into them, unwavering.
Garron, however, wasn't easily intimidated. He threw his head back and laughed, a deep, mocking sound that echoed in the stillness.
Placing his hand over his face, he let out a chuckle, confident and dismissive.
"I admit, you caught us off guard, kid, but that doesn't mean we answer to you," Garron said, his voice dripping with arrogance.
This response seemed to bolster the confidence of his group, who visibly relaxed, their earlier tension dissipating.
"It seems you think we're playing here, kid," Garron continued, a smug grin spreading across his face.
"We've made more dealings than the years you've been alive and more than the number of hairs on your worm," he sneered, casting a disdainful glance at Oasis's pants.
"So, Uncle Garron, what you're saying is that you've ruined countless lives, and you're proud of your work?" Oasis replied, his tone devoid of emotion.