A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Unfortunately, it was useless, as Thomas's mental field had already detected it.

The lightning sword only hit the opponent once. The second attacker was very cautious and actually avoided the collision with Thomas' weapon.

Soon, all three of them joined in the attack.

Thomas blocked or dodged the sword lights one after another.

In addition to making rapid moves to continuously block the continuous sword flashes from the two people, he also had to retain some energy to deal with flying knives and hidden weapons.

For a moment, it seemed that the only option was to defend oneself.

“Who are you?” Thomas shouted.

The two attackers did not answer. One of them just sneered a few times and intensified his attack.

The two men's swordsmanship was very good. Wave after wave of attacks were like raging waves, so turbulent that it was hard to breathe.

Unfortunately, Thomas was practicing the Art of Steel Soul. The Art of Steel Soul didn't offer a powerful means of direct destruction, but it did allow one to have an effective defense by anticipating the enemy's moves.

In addition, there is also the lightning sword. Now neither of them dared to use the scimitar in their hands to fight against Thomas's long sword head-on, which would inevitably lead to a certain degree of disadvantage.

Even if it's three against one, Thomas can hold on.

He also slowly realized that these...could they be...the Star-Moon Cultists?

One of the fighting styles of these Star-Moon Cultists is not to use their extraordinary abilities easily. However, every time they use their extraordinary abilities, it is the moment to decide the outcome.

"Prepare to die!" Suddenly, a man's sword flashed.

He had been attacking with all his might just moments before, only to retract his attack and charge for his ultimate. This sudden change was too slow to react, and Thomas was unable to launch an effective counterattack while his opponent was charging, preventing his ultimate move.

All I could hear was the scimitar tearing through the air, making a shrill sound.

In an instant, both speed and strength increased by more than double. The sharp blade light was like a silver curtain, slashing down from above.

Acceleration? The opponent's extraordinary power is acceleration?

Thomas quickly stepped back and successfully avoided the knife.

A flying knife came at him at this moment. Although it seemed dangerous, Thomas still had some strength left. Using the sound detector, he shot the flying knife down.

But at this moment, he also lost his last chance to dodge.

The second man had already launched an attack.

Just like before, the speed was more than doubled. The flash of the sword came at the moment when Thomas' old strength was exhausted and new strength was not yet generated.

But there is no room for avoidance.

What a wonderful combination!

Acceleration isn't a particularly strong type of supernatural power. However, with such exquisite coordination, even a master would be vulnerable. They had no choice but to withstand this blow.

At least that was the case with Thomas ten days ago.

But it's different now.

Because Thomas has cultivated the Steel Soul Secret Art to the highest level.

At the last moment, Thomas activated the ultimate secret of the Steel Soul Technique.

Time stands still, or in other words, bullet time.

For a moment, the world slowed down.

Thomas had enough time and strength to steady himself and move from retreating to rushing forward.

He dodged the second man's blade and rushed towards the first one, because the first man had already missed and his momentum was exhausted, so he couldn't recover his strength to protect himself.

In the eyes of the three enemies, Thomas's speed was like a ghost, and he disappeared in an instant. They couldn't even see when the long sword was thrust out and when it was retracted.

The knifeman was struck by lightning and his whole body trembled.

Then blood spurted out of his chest and his body slowly fell to the ground.

A sword pierces the heart.

The second man uttered a sharp cry of pain and raised his sword to strike, but Thomas was already close and struck him down with his longsword.

But there was no way to avoid it, the man could only switch between offense and defense and block the long sword.

Under the strong impact of electric current, the body immediately became numb and out of control.

Thomas easily knocked his scimitar away and placed his sword at his neck.

The sword tip was only half an inch away from the throat.

His life now rests in Thomas's hands.

"Let him go!" a voice rang out.

Thomas looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure wearing the attire of the Star and Crescent Cultists and a turban.

Behind the figure were teams of Star-Moon believers... dozens, perhaps hundreds of them, rushing towards Thomas.

Thomas recognized the face beneath the turban.

He really looks like the old man named Bahador. Or rather, he's the younger version of that old man!

You don't need to ask to know that this person should be Little Bahador.

Although I have heard of the name for a long time, this is the first time I have seen it in real life.

"Let him go! Otherwise, you will die today!!"

Little Bahador said in a stiff and lame tone.

He was obviously not very fluent in the Russian language.

This was probably because he stayed in other places for a long time and seldom communicated with others in Ross.

Even unfamiliar languages ​​become familiar if you speak them often. Thomas's Ross was terrible at first, but he mastered it within a year or two.

The Assassin who had just flown over had already run over and said a few words in a hurry.

"Little Bahadur?" Thomas stared at the man.

"Wolf's den?" Little Bahador's eyes were full of indifference and cruelty. For some reason, they reminded people of the vertical pupils of reptiles.

"Since when did a mere wolf leader dare to act so presumptuously in front of me?"

From Little Bahador's sleeve, a metal whip with barbed spikes dangled.

Thomas narrowed his eyes.

It was rare to encounter an opponent using a whip, but this metal whip was hard to deal with, just by looking at it.

The attack range is very long, and the lethality is definitely not bad.

I can't bear it if I get hit once.

Moreover, the attack trajectory is extremely difficult to determine.

Thomas couldn't help but think of the last opponent who used this weapon... the Beast Lord.

But the Beast Lord's true strength wasn't in his weapons. Furthermore, this whip was much longer than the Beast Lord's tail.

Chapter 160: Peripheral 6

Thomas smiled slightly and met Bahadur's eyes.

"Indeed, I am just a mere alpha wolf. I am sorry to have embarrassed you, Master Bahador."

The long sword in his hand slipped.

The swordsman screamed as a horrific gash appeared on his neck, and blood gushed out.

"So the Crescent Moon Cult is related to the Assassins?" he asked. "I'm sure the Grand Duke will be very happy to know this news."

Assassins are a taboo among nobles everywhere, a high-voltage line. Anyone who touches it will die.

No noble dared to say that they were not afraid of the Assassins. Therefore, having dealings with the Assassins was a serious taboo.

No matter how powerful the Star-Moon Cultists were, they only numbered a thousand here. There was no way they could withstand the Grand Duke's wrath.

"You!!" Little Bahador's eyes widened. He didn't expect that the other party would dare to be so disrespectful to him.

And he even dared to make threats.

Although there was no evidence for this, and the nobles found it hard to believe, at the very least, it would surely be a thorn in the Grand Duke's heart.

The Star-Moon Cultists will not have an easy time.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" Thomas narrowed his eyes and did not back down.

This is Little Bahador!

If fate were to bring about a huge wave that would engulf him, then this little Bahadur would definitely be the source of that wave, or at least one of it.

Thomas had been wary of him for a long time.

Before this happened, Thomas might have considered many options.

But when it really comes to the challenge, we will let go of everything, go all out, and fight to the death.

After all, he is a knight and has the courage that a warrior must have.

Moreover, now that he had fully mastered the secret art of Steel Soul, his strength had greatly increased, and he was in a nightmare maze, so it was easy for him to escape.

What is there to be afraid of?

"How courageous!" Little Bahador sneered. "Looks like I have to discipline your men on behalf of your Wolf Lord!"

It seems that there is a cooperative relationship between the Star-Moon Cultists and the Wolf's Den.

And it wasn't just a partnership; it was a very high-level one. It was very likely that Little Bahador knew the Wolf Lord personally.

Little Bahador took a step forward, and then suddenly, he bent forward and rushed forward.

At the same time, he waved the whip in his hand.

Thomas was already fully focused.

Not many warriors use whips, even metal ones.

Because all of this thing's attribute points are really on attack. It has almost no defense or blocking ability.

Even though Thomas practiced all kinds of weapons, he only had a brief taste of the whip.

In other words, Little Bahador doesn't need defense?

In an instant, the whip shadow was approaching.

Thomas retreated cautiously.

It happened so quickly that it took less than a second from the time little Bahador took the first step to the time Thomas dodged.

Before anyone else could react, both sides had already completed the first round of attack and defense.

The two of them had already closed in on the longsword's attacking range.

Thomas swung his sword to attack, but little Bahador grabbed Thomas's hand directly.

Thomas slightly shifted the position of his wrist, using the blade of his sword to meet Bahadur's hand.

This is delivered to your door, don’t miss it.

Suddenly, Thomas noticed something, but it was too late.

The whip appeared at some unknown moment, and the tip of the whip came from top to bottom, hitting Thomas' magic sword.

Both of them paused at the same time, then lifted their legs.

The two knees collided with each other, making a dull sound.

For a moment, it seemed like the fight was evenly matched.

But in reality, Thomas knew very well that the opponent had simply not anticipated the power of the magic sword, which was why he had been shocked. He was truly unaccustomed to the opponent's fighting style.

It felt like the whip didn't need little Baha'u to control or swing it...it seemed like it was alive!

So the reality is that you are not facing Little Bahador's whip, but Little Bahador plus a whip.

Little Bahado fights you hand-to-hand, and there seems to be nothing special about his every move.

It can even be said that it is easy to deal with.