The first to rush forward was Atlos. He decided to go all out from the beginning after feeling the bone-crushing aura of the blonde youth. It was as if he were confronting a divine being with limitless power. Nonetheless, he charged knowing that he had to protect his children. He had hurriedly told them to escape and intended to serve as a distraction.

However, his children were just as aggressive and protective as him.

“Father!” they screamed and were the second to run after him with surging killing intent.

The others from Solvenheim were not stupid. Although they were peerless talents in their own world, they felt instinctively that the youth with the golden eyes was far beyond them. They guessed that even the ancient powers did not have an aura as overwhelming as him! So as with any creature with survival as their number one priority, a few already started to flee from the scene.

Unfortunately, Charles was not so generous as to allow them free passage. He disappeared before reappearing in front of a shocked Dwarf. Charles glanced at the bottom part of the Dwarf’s armor that was crafted to look like the long trunk of a small elephant.

“I’ve never met a Dwarf hung like a bloody horse before!” he spat disgustedly. “What the hell’s with that armor, are you trying to show off or something?”

The Dwarf in question didn’t respond. Instead, the Dwarf regained his composure and swiftly swung a huge hammer that further dwarfed his small size [A/N: His overall size, I mean] towards the youth’s head. Charles looked expressionlessly at the incoming hammer and didn’t move.

BOOM!

The Dwarf smiled after hearing that his weapon made contact. However, his eyes widened at the youth who looked down coldly at him. It seemed as if the Dwarf had swung a foam hammer at a metal statue! Charles didn’t move from his spot one bit!

“Weak.”

That’s what the Dwarf heard before his vision went black. The youth had lightly kicked the Dwarf’s side and his body was blown horizontally. It travelled a far distance before rolling violently. The body stopped rolling after a while, twitched, and went limp.

Those who were in the middle of making their escape stopped dead in their tracks and stared wide-mouthed at the scene. That Dwarf was one of Solveneheim’s powerhouses, yet was defeated with such a light kick! Considering the speed and power of the youth, they realized it was futile to try and escape. So there was only option left.

“Kill him!”

“Surround him!”

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“Such a predictable mindset of weaklings,” Charles sneered.

Atlos had also witnessed the scene and was similarly dumbfounded. Dwarves were known for their physical strength, and the one that was blown away like a rag doll was a legendary mercenary who possessed only slightly inferior physical strength to Atlos himself. Although that was only when Atlos didn’t use mana, he was still not sure if he could deal a significant blow to the youth.

“And that speed…” Atlos marveled at how quickly the youth had positioned himself behind their group.

“Father...” Raphael called when he noticed his Father’s grim expression.

Meanwhile, Jacquelin and Atlos’s other 4 children remained silent and tense as they watched the erupting battle in the distance.

A Faery hovering in midair had summoned a giant shard of ice the size of a mountain and sent it hurtling towards Charles. At the same time, a Draconian sprinted blurrily behind Charles with his chest expanded and blew a giant, scorching stream of fire towards him. Two Beast Kin with deadly claws, a Lycanthrope, and another Dwarf rushed forwards after they saw that the ice shard and the fire was about to hit their target, intending to take the youth by surprise.

However, Charles, still showing no interest, lightly flicked his wrist twice and the sword created two arcs of wind. One sliced the shard in half and the second split the fire straight down the middle! The Faery screamed in pain as both her wings were somehow cut off and she plummeted to the ground. The Draconian reacted slightly faster and sprinted desperately to escape the wind. Alas, the terrifyingly quick arc of wind caught up and detached the Draconian’s feet from his legs, causing him to flip over and face plant into the ground.

Charles next sidestepped and grabbed a mace that swung past where he was just a moment before. He pulled it forward and punched the face of the Dwarf who came with it, causing the Dwarf’s body to let go of the weapon and shoot forward like a missile. The two Beast Kin, who had already arrived, jumped and pounced with their claws, but Charles twisted his body to dodge them. He didn’t want cuts in his robe, after all. He roughly grabbed their heads in mid air and brutally smashed them against each other. When the two dropped to the floor unconscious, a looming shadow cast over Charles’s head. He tilted his head upwards and saw a Lycanthrope with gaping jaws. But the snarling beast was abruptly jerked to a stop. The dastardly creature whimpered as an unbearable pain sprouted from his stomach and spread through his body before he was blown upwards by a punch from Charles. It was only a while later that the monster landed with a thud.

This first exchange occurred in less than 3 seconds. It was clearly a fight between monsters of power. The mob continued gathering and bombarded Charles with attacks and spells that could collectively ravage a whole continent on Solvenheim. However, Charles continued smashing their attacks apart effortlessly and incapacitated them. He twisted and pivoted his body quickly to avoid getting his clothes messed up. It was as if he were dancing through a carnival of blood and destruction. Sometimes, he’d grab parts of their body, whether it was their wings, claws, fangs, heads, or limbs (he always attacked the Dwarves from afar) and ruthlessly smashed them to the ground or towards each other. Other times, he’d use his sword to make arcs of wind or skillfully slice apart non-vital areas of their bodies.

Screams and explosions rang out everywhere. The mighty Dwarves were surpassed in strength. The spells and natural abilities of the Faeries, Elves, and Draconians were obliterated by impossibly sharp and fast winds. Daemons, Beast Kin, Archmages, Warlords, and countless other powerhouses had their famously versatile, strong, and tenacious attacks rendered useless.

It was a brutal, one-sided clash of one versus many. However, it progressed to a point where the many were being swept away by a single battle-maniac.