The two savage warriors had their backs to me, about ten meters away.
I had intended to sneak up behind them for a righteous backstab, but savage warriors, true hunters as they were, quickly turned around at the slightest rustle of grass, looking warily in my direction.
"Who's there!"
Seeing I had been discovered, I knew my stealth attack had failed. So, I bent my body, like a bow drawn taut but not yet released, and charged at them!
"This young master is here to take your dog lives!"
Ten meters vanished in an instant. The savage warrior closest to me, startled by the sudden appearance of a person from the grass, froze for a moment.
Life and death are often decided in a heartbeat.
My left hand gripped my alloy blade, and with all my might, I swung it towards the savage warrior's chest.
I knew full well that any savage warriors involved in the raid on the Du'an tribe must be the cream of the crop. Fighting two of them alone could lead to a prolonged struggle, so I had to eliminate one immediately.
That way, the remaining one wouldn't have time to send a signal to others.
As the blade neared, the savage warrior, with a surge of ferocity, ignored the incoming attack and met my chest head-on, swinging his stone axe with all his might towards my shoulder, clearly aiming for a mutual kill.
Damn it, are these savages all brainless?!
I felt a pang of helplessness.
I still had many missions to complete; I couldn't perish here. With a flick of my wrist, I redirected the blade intended for the warrior's chest upwards, parrying the incoming stone axe. Then, with a swift kick, I sent the savage warrior flying back two meters.
By this time, the other savage warrior had reacted. However, his actions were far beyond my expectations.
He merely glanced at his companion groaning in pain on the ground, then ignored him, his triangular eyes fixed intently on my body.
No wonder the Kasa tribe was wiped out by the Du'an tribe; their warriors were simply on a different level.
The situation became a tense stalemate. Both the savage warrior and I were seasoned fighters, observing each other for an opening, seeking a killing blow.
"Du'an!"
Suddenly, the opposing savage warrior let out a battle cry. Then, as if unsealed, his aura surged, and his body assumed a strange posture.
His stance was far from graceful; it even looked awkward.
But with each inhalation and exhalation, his muscles rippled, as if channeling energy into every part of his body, giving me the impression of facing a wild beast.
Could this be some unique breathing technique?
I was somewhat surprised. In modern society, strenuous physical activities often had their own specific breathing patterns, honed through countless hours of practice. To think that such a thing existed even among the wild and barbaric Du'an tribe.
I greedily watched the warrior before me. If I could learn this breathing method, my combat prowess would undoubtedly increase.
"Come on!"
Seeing the Du'an tribe warrior's momentum building, I couldn't afford to wait any longer.
If he were allowed to reach his peak power, I would be at a disadvantage before the fight even began.
I had to strike!
Like a cheetah hunting its prey, I sprang from the ground. My alloy blade aimed straight for his face.
But that Du'an tribe warrior was not to be underestimated.
He raised his stone axe, blocking my attack.
We exchanged blows for over ten exchanges in the blink of an eye. In a real life-or-death battle, there were no feints; every move was aimed at ending the opponent's life.
As we fought, my apprehension grew. My physique was already several times that of an ordinary person. That nearly two-meter-tall brute was sent flying two meters by my kick earlier!
Yet, this Du'an tribe warrior could now match me, and even seemed to be gaining an advantage!
The Du'an tribe warrior had transformed. He looked like a steamed lobster, his eyes bloodshot, his entire body flushed red, and even mist rising from him as sweat evaporated!
Damn it, this isn't some breathing technique; it's a Saiyan transformation!
A sudden regret washed over me. I should have just shot him dead.
I hadn't fired earlier because the gunshot could easily alert other members of the Du'an tribe.
Who knew this guy was so monstrous!
We had been locked in combat for five minutes. Now, the Du'an tribe warrior was no longer defending; every strike was aimed at taking me down with him.
I had no intention of trading my life for his. So, while fending off his attacks, I also managed to inflict several wounds on him.
Although I looked somewhat dishevelled, my confidence actually grew.
This state of his couldn't last. Like the flashing light on Ultraman's chest, his time was almost up. Otherwise, he wouldn't be trying to take me down with him!
As I deliberately prolonged the fight, the Du'an tribe warrior's movements gradually became slower, his breathing no longer as rhythmic as before. He was at his limit!
Heh heh, my time has come!