Shocking Battle!

In everyone's view, the notary and the man named Moro, who appeared to be a Rakshasa, instantly engaged in a fierce battle.

That was a battle that ordinary Player like them could never get involved in!

The sounds of rapid impacts were deafening; the two people moved so fast that they left afterimages!

"Is this what battles between high-level Combat Power in the Black Marsh World are like? To reach this level using only physical strength, this world is indeed incredibly complex!"

"I thought the guy with the Bone Staff was some kind of mage, since he easily dispelled our confusion status..."

"Stop joking! Where in the Black Marsh World are there any pure mages? Even those who know a bit of Witchcraft are incredibly fierce in melee combat! Not to mention this guy is an elite from Ten Great Tribes of the Blood Country!"

The Player were amazed.

The two sides in the battle are the Rakshasa, who have "disappeared for a thousand years," and the elites and leaders of the Ten Great Tribes. They are all of "high-level" combat power!

Not only the Player, but even the barbarians and the native inhabitants of Bloodlust were amazed.

"Truly terrifying power and speed."

"What a magnificent battle! We, who are participating in the Glory Festival for the first time, are still far from being able to compete!"

"I also need to work towards that goal..."

Although some of these indigenous people were also affected, the blows only fueled their fighting spirit.

The inhabitants of the Black Marsh World have never been afraid of others being stronger than themselves; when they see someone far stronger than themselves, they only feel longing!

Just like at this moment... After being forced to move and fight in the "chaotic" state, the seriously injured people in the Healing Place felt that their injuries had relapsed. Even though they had just been untied, most of them were lying on the ground half dead.

But now, a high-level battle lies before us...

Even if they couldn't see clearly, they still tried their best to get up and watch.

Those who could move their upper body lifted half of their body, and those who could move their necks tried their best to lift their necks.

Missing out on such a battle between powerful individuals would be an immense regret for the inhabitants of the Black Marsh World!

The sounds of the two fighting grew increasingly intense, with a constant cacophony of crackling air and the clashing of limbs!

"Slap, slap, slap!"

At this moment, the fern also realized what was happening.

"No... these two guys still have energy left!"

Although the scene is already quite impressive, the sheer force and speed of their attacks—so powerful that you can hear the sounds even though you can't see their movements—suggests that they are not using their full strength!

Upon hearing Fern's unconscious voice, the Player and natives standing nearby were also taken aback, realizing what Fern was referring to.

"Yes, this Rakshasa... even maintains a human form!"

"Neither of them has used any weapons yet?!"

Although their movements were so fast they were like afterimages, judging from the distance between the two and their blurry figures, both of their weapons had been sheathed.

With Bone Staff and spears hanging behind them, they were now fighting hand-to-hand!

The constant, dense thuds were also the sound of flesh colliding with flesh—though they sounded very hard, like the clanging of metal against metal.

But... that's a clash of flesh and blood.

It's just that both of their physical bodies are far too powerful!

In other words, the encounters so far have only been a probing phase for both sides!

Moreover, this kind of probing has already made it almost impossible for those around to see clearly.

The players on the field can't even tell which side has the upper hand and which side is at a disadvantage.

"No wonder he dared to admit his Rakshasa identity."

Fern was actually somewhat displeased that Moro had taken the initiative to admit his Rakshasa identity, as it felt like his "plans had been disrupted."

After all, Warabi's goal was to continue using Moro as a fighting force to help her clear the game, and even better, to have her provide some assistance when she came to the Black Marsh World in the future...

But if Fern asked herself honestly, her plan was indeed helping Moro —concealing his Rakshasa identity, delaying his exposure, and ideally, making the name "Rakshasa" famous while allowing Moro to continue hiding.

But unexpectedly, Moro, driven by some kind of obsessive "pride," directly confronted the other party!

Although Fern had somewhat anticipated this and wasn't overly angry, she still felt a sense of unease, as if she were "out of control."

Any intelligent person, especially an intelligent person like Fern who enjoys fooling others, will have a strong desire for control, and it is only natural that they will feel unhappy when their plans are disrupted.

But now, that slight unpleasantness has vanished.

"Although I knew he was holding back somewhat during the hunt, I didn't expect him to be hiding it this badly..."

Fern watched as the two sides managed to accelerate their exchange, and sighed once more.

Although things didn't go according to her plan...

However, Fern believed that she was primarily responsible.

After all, she never expected that Moro, this "Rakshasa," would be so powerful.

While playing against someone at a disadvantage on their home turf is usually an Error decision, if you can win, then there's really nothing to say.

It's obvious...

Moro has at least a good chance of winning.

As more and more people pay attention to this battle, the notary seems to have finally lost his temper.

"Rakshasa, don't think this is still your era!"

The notary roared with high spirits and drew his Bone Staff from his back for the first time.

But this shout also answered the questions of the crowd who had been unable to determine who had the upper hand.

It seems the notary suffered a minor loss!

The other side, however, had the upper hand. With a cold snort, they drew their spears from their backs.

"Come on, let's see what you're made of!"

The tension between the two escalated once more, and Killing Intent surged.

However, the notary did not rush to intervene.

"Rakshasa, this place is too small; we can't use our full strength here!"

As he spoke, he stepped back to the doorway.

"Aren't you afraid I'll run away?"

"You're strong. Even if the rumors about 'Rakshasa' are wrong, you don't seem like the kind of coward who would do that—on the contrary, don't be afraid I'll call for help!"

"Ha, I don't believe you built your strength from repeatedly fighting outnumbered opponents."

Despite the fierce rivalry between them, their words revealed a growing appreciation for each other!

A moment later, the two of them shouted at the same time.

"Come!"

"Walk!"

As they spoke, they rushed out of the Healing Place tent at the same time.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then quickly gave chase.

But by the time they realized what was happening and reached the door, even the fastest of them, Fern, couldn't see where the two had gone!

"What an exciting yet inexplicable development," Wara remarked. "But... this is so typical of Black Marsh World."

"Then I wish you victory, Moro."

She quickly accepted this and regained her composure.