The Huntsman Of Death:A Gamer's POV As Side Character

Chapter 68 70:Team 15[II]

A group of panthers approached us, with eyes glinting with menace. These weren't ordinary panthers. Rather they were Saber-toothed Flame Panthers, with their fiery fur shimmering in the dim forest light. They exude an aura of raw, untamed blood lust.

Freya glanced at them, her expression cold and confident. "Don't die while I handle this. I'll take them down easily," she said, scoffing.

Before anyone could respond, she leaped forward with a grin leaving parting words stung with arrogance, "I'm not here to babysit you so just crawl back and survive.

Ryan immediately raised his hammer and chased after her, shouting, "Miss Freya, wait! Let me help!"

The guy was hopeless, always trying to impress her.

I turned to Talia, who gave me a helpless look. "We should probably follow. Just... stay out of her way," she muttered, twirling her throwing daggers nervously before rushing after them.

Watching them charge ahead like reckless kids, I let out a long sigh. "For God's sake... does anyone here even know the meaning of the word 'team?'" I muttered.

Instead of chasing after them, I decided to save myself the headache.

A team that consisted of an arrogant bitch, a simp, and a fearful helpless girl.

"Whatever, if things proceed as usual, I might strike big."

Summing up the calculation, I took out an emergency charm that was parchment with a small runic circle and placed it in my left pocket.

I sat cross-legged on the forest floor, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.

Usually, this was a stupidity that one shouldn't commit. Still, I did cause I have the senses to warn me of danger.Secondly the parchment would act in case of a sneak attack.

Also if someone managed to bypass Freya her ego would be hurt so in a very rare case something would sneak out but..

"On second thought, she is quite arrogant and conceited at the beginning so I can't put my hopes on her.I am 99.99% sure that she is gonna be sneak attacked."

Looking at wild frenzy, I pulled up the blades and kept closer at gripping distance and began to train.

Forests like this were dense sources of mana and best to practice channeling the mana.

Around me, the air felt heavy with the remnants of death, faint traces of energy lingering in the shadows of the trees. This place was perfect for what I wanted to practice.

I focused inward, trying to sense the mana within me. It was like searching for a faint flicker in the dark. Deep in my core, I felt a cold, subtle pull a strange energy that was neither solid nor liquid. Slowly, I reached for it, imagining my mind as a hand grasping the mana.

"Alright, just pull it out. I can do this," I muttered to myself.

I raised my finger and tried to guide the energy upward. At first, it felt like nothing was happening. The mana slipped through my control, scattering before it reached my hand. Frustration bubbled inside me, but I shook my head. " Try again."

What I was trying wasn't just to extend my mana outside but rather to form a thin thread that can be welded.

Doing this with plain mana but impossible because it required extraordinary finesse, precision and quality. Compared to it, death mana is heavier and forms thick puddles, unlike the formless pure mana.

The cat didn't stop. It kept attacking relentlessly, and I kept blocking, my arms beginning to ache. I couldn't afford to stop. Others were finishing their fights, and I wasn't going to fall behind.

I focused, channeling my mana into my daggers. This time, they glowed with a blue aura, a sign that I was ready for a more powerful strike.

'Don't think too much just act,'' I reminded myself, tightening my grip on the daggers.

A surge of speed rushed through me, my movements becoming sharper and more precise. I was faster now, reacting before the wild cat could fully commit to its attacks.

'Keen Eye.'

I activated the skill, that sharpened my vision and I could clearly see the weaknesses in the wild cat's defenses. The rib cage, the throat, the exposed areas between its claws.

These were the spots I needed to target.

I feigned an opening, letting the cat think it had a chance to land a hit.

SWOOSH

It took the bait, lunging for my throat, but I was already one step ahead. I sidestepped smoothly, my body moving with the speed of my skill.

In that instant, I struck, driving my daggers into the cat's exposed side. I targeted the spot beneath its ribs, where its defense was weakest. The blades sank deep, and the wild cat howled in pain, stumbling back.

HOWL

SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH

CLANK CLANK CLANK

The wild cat's movements were slowing, and desperation flickered in its eyes. It couldn't keep up with my speed, and it knew it. But it refused to give up. The fight wasn't over yet.

I didn't stop, not for a second. I pushed through.

Finally, with one last powerful strike, I plunged both daggers into its heart.

SHRIEK

The cat's scream echoed through the clearing as it collapsed, lifeless, to the ground with a heavy thud.

THUD

I stood over it, swinging a dagger to get rid of blood.

Looking up, I watched the conspirator who allowed the cat to sneak through. Just as I wondered about the next step, I caught the glimpse of a shadow approaching Freya subtly while she had let down her guards.

'FUCK! I knew it.'