Building An Empire Starting From The Labor Camp In Exile-Chapter 279: Slap

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That seemed to make him pause, his eyes narrowed and he smiled. "It seems I have underestimated you, Atrox of Soryu. You are more than your brother said about you. At least you are always out there fighting. You have my respect as a warrior. It is for this same reason that I must have your head."

His body was suddenly covered in murky brown glow and then metals began to enclose his body. Rust-colored metals warped around his body like second skin until he stood there completely covered in armor.

He bowed. "I will make your death a quick one."

Riven raised his hand and the tower beside him spat out a small light that condensed into the sword. He began to remove the binding on it, and each binding he removed made the temperature rise.

Even Vorath felt it, and the water shield that was surrounding them began to boil, hissing and shaking.

"What type of artifact or enchanted tool do you have there? It looks powerful. I want it!"

He lurched forward so fast that Atrox completely lost sight of him. He could only feel the direction he was coming from. "Upper right!"

He slashed the sword and a beam leaped out, but apparently he wasn’t fast enough. Vorath dodged the sword arc and was already on him, his sword straight at Atrox’s neck.

But it wasn’t that simple. Pomora was also there with him. The boiling shield splashed forward like a harmless splash of water, but Vorath changed his plans and completely jumped out of the way.

When the splash of water touched the ground, it was as if tidal waves had been shrunk into drops of water. It completely shattered the ground.

Atrox stared in shock. He came close to dying then. Again and again he was reminded of the power of the Master Knights. Nothing can actually bridge the gap, only another Master Knight.

Before Vorath could come with another round of attack, Atrox gave an invisible command to his tower. The tower shuddered and then expanded to its full size.

Right there in the room. It was as if a hurricane had been let loose. The room was immediately shattered by an explosion. The shield that Vorath set snapped like a twig. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The metal walls and roof were twisted away and in just a second it was as if they were outing. Vorath stared at the tower in shock. "What... do you want to kill yourself too?"

"I just want to make sure you don’t run as well, Captain Vorath. Infernal Prison!"

Atrox still had some essence left, and he’d gained some from their trip back. Enough to power the prison for a few minutes.

But then again, a few minutes was plenty enough for the Master Knights.

Pomora exploded into motion immediately after the prison was set, a tide of water surging behind her. She reached Vorath and they clashed with enough force that Atrox felt weariness in his bones.

He gave the two space and retreated as far away as possible. At the same time, he called the warden, who appeared like a giant to shield him from the attacks of the two while he sat there to watch.

It was a fast and brutal fight. Pomora’s body had swelled as if she was soaked in water from the day she was born. Each of her punches was followed by wet smacking and the force of the sea behind it.

But Vorath wasn’t the usual opponent as well. He was a warrior that had been forged by war and constant fighting. He had faced countless near-death situations. All his movements were perfect, every move designed to kill, nothing wasted.

But the thing was, Pomora had even passed through more death experiences than him. Fighting in the Borderland was like living in a near-death experience itself.

Before long, the two were covered in blue and brown essence, and the air they generated around them was like a small storm. Atrox couldn’t even see anything, but when they disengaged, he was shocked.

Pomora had a big gash on her left hand. The gash was big and deep that even the bones could be seen. The areas around the wound were slowly getting eaten by a rust-like energy.

Vorath sneered. He wasn’t wounded. "What do you think your waters can do to me? This armor is the direct manifestation of my essence. You can’t get through."

Pomora didn’t seem bothered by the wound. She only gazed at Vorath calmly. "We have to be quick. The prison won’t be able to hold up anymore."

With that, she took a mirror out of her spatial ring and threw it up. The mirror hovered above her and expanded in size, but it showed no reflection. The surface rippled and then dimmed.

Atrox heard a roar from it, and then a waterfall began to gush down from the mirror. None of the water touched the ground though. Her mouth opened wide and the water went in. And immediately, her aura changed.

Vorath sensed the change immediately and flashed forward at her, his sword cleaving the air. But it was already too late.

By the time he reached her, she must have swallowed a river whole. His sword did reach her and even touched the skin of her neck, but it was like trying to cut leather with a twig.

"What?"

Pomora took an unsteady step forward as if she was walking on water and was still trying to get used to her balance. Her hand came up and slapped Vorath away as if he was a fly.

"Do you know why Water Knights are feared? No. We aren’t really feared, but let me tell you why we should be feared. Because we can swallow the whole sea and still shrink it into the size of our body."

Atrox shuddered. He understood then. Pomora drank that amount of water and then condensed it into smaller units in her body. "Isn’t that cheating? I’m the one to talk!"

Vorath collided with the wall of the prison strong enough to make it tremble, but the man didn’t seem to care about it at all. His face bore so much shock it was comical.