Yelling and screaming was threatening to tear apart their eardrums. Shouts and grunts could be heard, as growls and bloodcurdling screamed escaped fanged mouths.

Marvin and his convoy captain were currently hiding behind one of the large carriages. Neither were they using it as cover nor hiding from the enemies.

The original plan was to safeguard the most important cargo. Though, what he feared, was damage to his cargo. Precious items had a way of breaking if one wasn’t careful. Ruining all his hard work and cutting into his profit margin.

He neither feared the small onslaught of goblins. Also, didn't think the person in charge would risk having their entire group disposed of. Manpower was funny that way. In the same way, this supposed captain was in charge of the convoy.

In reality, his duties were all about logistics. Being of Grade E, his strength was about the same as him. His talents for management were much higher.

The goblins attacking the convoy were not many. In regard to the distant group. They hid. However, it was fairly obvious, more hidden in the dark watching.

Their lives were important, and a military resource. They may have been stripped of identifiable marks. Making it impossible to prove there was any connection between them and the goblin higher ups.

Even the strict nature of the goblin society. Not every goblin in the world was part of their group. Adding into the fact that low graded goblins were more instinct than intelligence. Nobody was confused about their purpose.

If the convoy couldn't deal with this small group, in terms of strength or strategy. It was possible the group would emerge to help.

Though important, these lost lives weighed against the possible worth of the convoy items weren't equal. Like a game, war continued while on the side. Attacking caravans became an enjoyable pass time.

If they were lucky, something of great value with an exploitable hole, allowed them to pillage with a few lost lives. In the end, those that survived would be rewarded. This gave those attacking a fire that was impossible to extinguished.

That was until you watched the aftermath. Watching from the shadows, it was clear that the convoy below likely had extremely valuable goods. A very hidden but discernible aura of a Grade B. They could ignore the monsters protecting the convoy in the open.

They couldn’t ignore that being. With but an inch given, that being would emerge and slaughter their entire group. The monsters continued their slaughter. In total, there was only four.

While in reality, there were just two. Of the four, two were average. They could be seen as strong in a normal sense. Those two thought. One used a dagger like a bow and arrow. It was a sharp glint of death as those that could follow it saw it dance in the air. From this distance, it wasn’t possible to see how it worked.

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The second monster was using his bare hands to rip the goblins apart. It was a style fitting of his blue hair. Having lost his hood, the leader of these goblins knew enough to know that hair color and that style meant.

Being of Grade C, he had seen that when the fight started. The two kept watching this direction, clearly knowing they were watching, waiting for weakness. Therefore, he knew that man’s hair was originally black.

As black blood spilled, the glow in his green eyes became deeper as excitement fueled his mana to grow fiercer and sharper. He was clearly a half-breed that hadn’t reached maturity. Otherwise, he would be able to control the mana turning his hair blue.

There was much shock on this battlefield. In the end, those in the shadows faded away. Despair filled those that attempted to run wildly as they were stabbed in the back.

Those in charge of the caravan daily work, looked at the two with shock. Their methods were truly too attention grabbing. This shock carried itself even in Marvin’s eyes. He, too, knew that those two were definitely not normal.

He wasn’t looking down on the other two. They were by no means slouches. Hidden behind the closed door, the Grade B even had a bit of shock in her eyes. Stranger still was that even Claire and Jack looked at Jessica with strange looks.

Having trusted Saleh’s word they didn’t doubt she was strong. Only now did they truly understand what he meant by she used a strange style. Jack felt a chill, he had no idea how to deal with such a method.

Their surprised stopped them from realizing Jessica too was looking at Saleh with a strange look. She kept mumbling, seemingly to herself. Really, she was talking to Leo. Having sparred on and off the entire journey. She had started to incorporate some stability into her fighting style.

Now she could fight Saleh and sometimes end it with a draw. She was still behind, the draw was only because they couldn’t push themselves too much. While they were still in the peripheral, it was unlikely to be attacked. The chance wasn’t zero.

“Would you look at that, his hair changes color…”

Nobody in their group could see him, still to her left, Leo whisper back, “He can’t control his mana. It is similar to you.” Cutting himself off, since the old man sealed the dragon blood, he hadn’t felt any movement. He quickly changed the subject, “When given time, ask him about how he is a member of the Blue Wolves.”

Turning to her side with a dark expression, “How the fuck am I supposed to ask that?”

Claire and Jack did a once over to ensure that everything was dealt with. Saleh and Jessica stood off to the side as they continued to watch the surroundings.

Once over, the two couldn’t help but approach with a new light in their eye. Claire spoke with a new-found interest, “I had seen it before, you’re just like Saleh. Even sparing, I didn’t understand the true nature of your weapon. Thinking it was overly showboaty.”

Jessica fought both of them. It wasn’t just once or twice. Neither of the two could stand up to her. They were more assured that their decision to allow her in wasn’t a wasted one. They knew that her style wouldn’t truly shine when facing people she couldn’t injure.

Unlike the sparing, her attacks didn’t have the sharpness, instead they were random and always hidden. She almost seemed to dance, a beautiful display like painting on a canvas. It had flare and arc that put on an untouchable display.

Thinking back to their spars, if she used these methods against them. She was similar to Saleh. Usually, a person was stronger in a spare when they were not in as much danger. Rarely did you find people that had to hold back so much, as they were users of such destructive techniques.