Carl raised his head to look. Sure enough, he found an indistinct shadow perched on a branch high on the tree that Ice had described.
"Judging from its size, that thing is even larger than a six-legged bug—and a six-legged bug is already the size of a sturdy adult." Carl was left in trepidation after spotting the creature.
However, he couldn't ask his team to retreat after getting this far! He turned his head and signaled at his friends. Sofia and Arthur nodded in unison and sped off in two different directions.
Carl smiled in satisfaction after giving his order. The reason he chose Sofia and Arthur was the tacit understanding between them that he could never achieve with others.
"All right, it's my showtime!" He stopped in his tracks, and an oddly-shaped pistol once again appeared in his right hand.
Carl had been reflecting on himself since his battle with the six-legged bug. Was his War Spirit weapon stronger as the
Fatty Pan, Pierre, and Brook found themselves amid piles of rocks, sweat-drenched as they stood in place. In front of them was another venomous barbed serpent baring its teeth and claws!Pierre wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand and said unhappily, "We're in trouble! None of our fighting styles are useful against a monster like this!"Fatty Pan was standing there, gasping for breath. His energy was running frighteningly low after the battle with the venomous barbed serpent. He didn't have the strength to talk anymore.Brook shook his right hand again with a wry smile. His War Spirit weapon was a very odd one. It was a bone-like cane.He swung his bone-like cane at the venomous barbed serpent with force again. Two long and thin bone spurs appeared out of thin air and flew toward the monster.The bone spurs were fast but there were only two of them. The venomous barbed serpent flicked its tail and retaliated w
None of them noticed that when Carl was hesitating about his power, there was a brief flash of the so-called red energy lock in his eyes."Carl, you can't hesitate anymore! You have to make up your mind!" Carl kept urging himself on the inside. The venomous barbed serpent was pressing closer, eager to kill its prey."Carl, it's been forever but John and Fatty Pan are still not here to help us. That can only mean they're in trouble!" Arthur knew there was no use in panicking at this point.All he did was point out the facts calmly to Carl. He believed that Carl understood the kind of emergency they were in."Carl, what are you waiting for…" Beside them, Sofia was looking at Carl with a worried expression."What should I do? Am I supposed to go back to my original gun?" Carl was beginning to get swayed. He looked at the gun he called the Massacre in his hand and started to hesitate over his choice.Unsurpris
With Carl at the helm, the group rushed toward the crushed rocks area.Fortunately, they managed to reach on time. The battle between Brook's team and their enemy had reached the most critical point.John's team easily suppressed their enemy while Carl’s team was evenly matched, but eventually defeated their enemy decisively. In comparison, Brook's team was in a much sorrier state.One must first start with the abilities of the three of them. Fatty Pan's War Spirit power could be understood as the power to strengthen one's body and improve one's speed and strength instantaneously.His high-speed movements were similar to Catherine's rainbow power but he didn't have the latter's special ability. So, his power was the most basic type of strengthening War Spirit power.This power seemed so insignificant in the face of the venomous barbed serpent's venom and barbs.Then, there was Pierre. Carl and the rest onc
"You're kidding!" Sofia and Catherine turned pale with fright after hearing what Rio said."Calm down. We'll search the campsite first for any sign of him! Maybe Ice felt that the situation was too dangerous and returned to Brightwood Camp first!" Carl was just as flustered on the inside but forced himself to endure it."Right, right. I'll go back the way we came and look around. I'll leave other places to you guys." John, taking the initiative to do one of the tasks, ran back the way they came.Seeing that John had gone far, Rio raised his voice and said, "John, if you don't see him along the way, you should go back and check if Ice is back in Brightwood Camp!"The group saw John firing off a flaming punch into the sky from a distance. It was his reply to Rio's instruction.Carl exchanged a look with Rio before ordering, "All right. Let's search this place carefully and see if Ice left any traces behind!"
Following John's shout was a deafening roar that resonated throughout the forest, alarming countless animals."I expect no less from Instructor Clark! Only a true-and-certified king of animals can make that powerful roar!" Fatty Pan said in admiration, patting his abdomen.Carl looked at his friends' expressions. Their worried looks seemed to have vanished after hearing Clark's roar.Did they relax after realizing that Instructor Clark had arrived… He sighed, feeling quite uncomfortable.He knew it. He wasn't strong enough to reassure his friends… By the time he could calm the students down with a single roar like Instructor Clark, he would probably be considered a strong War Spirit warrior.It didn't take long for John to appear in front of them in a rush. Behind him was Instructor Clark in his black tiger form as well as numerous combat instructors from the Fight Club.Instructor Yates was among them. As
"Hey, are those three really from the Adjudication Bureau? Thomas said that you can't apply to the Bureau; you can only wait to be recruited! Looks like it's true!" John whispered.Carl and the rest began to discuss among themselves in hushed whispers. After all, Thomas seemed to have finished his explanation and the three soldiers from the Adjudication Bureau started discussing something with Thomas as soon as they appeared...The three soldiers from the Adjudication Bureau seemed to have finished speaking after a while. Throughout their discussion, they kept pointing to Carl and his friends as if they were asking for their information.Thomas took a step forward and told the students below. "All right, I've more or less explained the three divisions to you. What you have to do next is to return and consider whether you prefer to join the Empire-sword or Empire-shield Army."He then added, "Oh, right. Arthur, stay behind. These me
Carl climbed up from his bed early the next morning. The worries that weighed on his mind all night long made him lose the desire to sleep in.Yet, when he turned toward Arthur's bed in excitement, he froze on the spot.The bedding on Arthur's bed was folded as neatly as before. He placed his hand on the bed and felt no warmth whatsoever. This showed that Arthur didn't even return last night!Rio and John happened to wake up at that moment. Since their beds were opposite Carl and Arthur's beds, they noticed what happened as soon as they looked up."What? Did Arthur stay out all night? I don't think there's anywhere in Brightwood Camp that can keep him all night!" John said suggestively. Judging from his expression, he seemed to be suspecting that Arthur had a late-night date with a female student."Nonsense. It's obvious that Arthur left with those three from the Adjudication Bureau. He's probably already on his way to
"Drop it, kid. There's nothing you can say to persuade people who have lost their will to fight!" An aloof-looking Kyd stopped Carl from speaking any further.Carl opened his mouth a few times, wanting to persuade Pierre and the other two, but chose to keep silent in the end."Hmph! If a War Spirit warrior were to lose his will to fight after a single defeat, his War Spirit would become stagnant and never advance anymore." Kyd looked disdainful."You mean, they will likely stay at rookie War Spirit level because of this and can't advance anymore?" Carl asked inside his head, surprised.He was referring to Pierre, Brook, and Fatty Pan because Sofia and Catherine were in a different situation altogether.Fear and avoidance of battles were the same in terms of results but the core of them was different. The former was a result of one being too weak and subsequently becoming afraid of fighting. The latter was a result of o