After the two men leading the charge were killed one after another, the remaining four or five seized the opportunity and rushed forward as one. Relying on their numerical advantage, they caused Ares no small amount of trouble.
He had no choice but to take them seriously. He pulled the warrior off the spear as if sliding meat off a skewer, then faced six opponents alone, whirling the spear and repeatedly igniting clusters of flames.
More and more warriors, unable to resist the urge, stood up—and at the banquet, standing up meant joining the fight.
When the fourteenth warrior rose, Ares finally began to show signs of fatigue.
At some point, a handsome male elf had crept behind him. Crouching on his left shoulder, he drove the dagger in his hand into Ares's neck! Ares was just reaching out to grab him when a muscular, bare-chested human warrior hurled over a huge leg bone more than half a meter long. The bone, still carrying half a piece of roasted beast meat, pierced through Ares's chest and forced him back two steps.
At that moment, the elven assassin rose with astonishing agility.
It was a gravity-defying pose, like someone walking along walls and eaves. His body was nearly parallel to the ground, and maintaining that posture, he circled around once and sliced Ares's head clean off! Ares's headless body toppled to the ground. The frail elven assassin raised the enormous head in his hands and roared with all his might, splashing the blood over himself. Even his neck turned red... not because it was stained with blood, but because he was far too excited.
"Yeah! That's it!"
"Still showing off? Are you going to keep showing off now?"
Everyone cheered for him, while some also mocked the arrogant Ares.
It had