Chapter 16: Imitation, Learning, Innovation

Chapter 16: Imitation, Learning, Innovation

Compared to this scene, Mork, the target of the guard squad, remained as calm as ever.

In the next moment, Mork, clad in purple-black armor, collided with Andrew’s guard squad.

Mork’s advance was unimpeded by the guards.

Those blocking his path were sent flying back by his force.

With his long sword, also dyed purple-black, he slashed, hacked, and thrust…

The guard members simply couldn’t withstand Mork’s attacks, either collapsing to the ground or being sent flying!

However, the guards did serve a purpose.

Although Mork didn’t stop his advance, his speed inevitably decreased.

This bought Andrew some time.

Andrew used this opportunity to unleash his magic.

At the same time, the Stone Golem that had just been summoned was also rushing this way.

Its speed appeared somewhat slow.

After Andrew completed his spell, a silvery light flashed through the air, then infused itself into Mork’s body.

The purple-black armor did not manage to block it.

The effect was swift.

If it weren’t for Airael’s keen eyesight, she might not have noticed it at all.

Weakening Spell!

After being struck by the silvery light, Mork’s speed noticeably slowed down, and the power of his attacks diminished significantly.

Airael’s eyes widened in disbelief.

She had just personally experienced Mork’s magical resistance in that very state.

But now he was being weakened by Andrew’s magic.

That old guy really is something!

His strength should not be underestimated.

However, even though Mork’s power was diminished, he was still exceedingly strong.

Even weakened, he remained a formidable force.

The guards found it hard to stop him; he just looked a lot better than before.

Moreover, the duration of the Weakening Spell was not long—about five seconds. Mork was back to normal in no time.

Just then, the Stone Golem had arrived.

The Golem clenched its fist, a silvery magical light flashing over it, and then it aimed forcefully at Mork, smashing down.

The speed of the punch was completely at odds with its “heavy” appearance.

Prepared guard members quickly dodged.

Yet even so, they were caught in the shockwave that spread out.

One by one, they stumbled back uncontrollably.

The spot where the Stone Golem landed its punch kicked up a cloud of dust, obscuring everyone’s view of the situation inside.

As the dust settled, the Stone Golem retracted its fist.

Everyone saw that the city wall had been struck, creating a small cracked pit, with Mork lying inside looking quite miserable.

“Whoa—!”

Someone couldn’t help but gasp.

What power!

Airael was sizing up the Stone Golem.

She never expected that humans could conjure such powerful magic.

If it had just been a puppet, the Elven Race could summon those easily, but that punch just now contained a lot more.

It seemed one could not underestimate these humans!

They didn’t just imitate and learn; they could actually innovate.

Though only a part of them had this ability to innovate, the majority were just average folks, but the sheer number of humans made up for it.

Airael couldn’t help but feel a grudging admiration.

She had no problem accepting this.

After all, once upon a time, she too was human.

Thus, she understood that while humans had many flaws, they certainly had plenty of strengths to speak of.

“Mork has been defeated.”

Beside her, Arthur seemed unable to believe it.

Could such a strong Mork really fall like that?

Hearing this, Airael immediately replied, “You’re thinking too much.”

Although the Stone Golem’s punch was powerful, let’s not forget that Mork is no weakling, especially with that iron turtle shell of his.

Sure enough.

No sooner had Airael spoken than Mork flipped over and sprang back to his feet.

The whole process was smooth, indicating he hadn’t sustained significant damage from the fall.

At most, the impact had stirred his internal energy and required a moment to settle. Now, he had already recovered during that brief intermission.

Seeing Mork rise, the Stone Golem, having just retracted its fist, swung it down again.

But this time, no silvery magical light appeared above it.

So, it seemed somewhat bland.

Can it not be used continuously?

Disappointed, Airael thought.

But then she reasoned it out.

If such a powerful ability had no limits, how would anyone else survive?

As the target, Mork hadn’t completely gotten back up. Sensing a gust of wind, he exerted both his hands and feet to perform a flip, dodging the Golem’s punch.

Even without the previous force behind it, Mork knew he wouldn’t be able to block the Golem’s attack at this range.

Next, Mork adjusted his posture mid-air and landed securely on the city wall.

However, the moment he touched down, he felt something amiss.

It seemed there was movement beneath his feet.

Without a second thought, Mork jumped.

At the spot where he had just stood, a sharp stone spear shot up from the ground.

After landing again, Mork glared at Andrew, his eyes blazing with fury.

Andrew, in response, appeared nonchalant.

“If all you can do is play these little tricks, then let me tell you, you won’t defeat me!”

Mork shouted back, even angrier.

“My ability to defeat you isn’t up to you to decide. Besides, those ‘little tricks’ of mine just caused you a significant loss.”

Andrew replied, unfazed.

He looked quite confident.

This only served to infuriate Mork further.

For a moment, Airael felt some pity for Mork.

But Andrew was indeed that capable.

In the realm of magic, Airael admitted she was far inferior to him.

This left her feeling quite reflective.

Although it had something to do with the Elves’ long lifespan, those gifted humans certainly advanced their training much faster than Elves.

“Axi, let’s join the fight!”

Airael called out to Arthur.

Though Andrew had put it well, Airael could clearly see that solely relying on Andrew and his guard squad to defeat Mork wouldn’t be easy; they needed the help of others.

Andrew could only temporarily stall Mork.

Once Mork caught on, it would soon spell disaster for Andrew.

“Alright!”

Arthur nodded slightly and charged toward Mork.

No further words were needed.