Chapter 244: Ancient Troll Fang

Chapter 244: Ancient Troll Fang



Upon seeing Graham, the Trade District Sheriff, who was already slightly agitated, Ren's expression changed dramatically, realizing that something had occurred beyond his expectations.

However, Ren wasn't the least bit afraid; instead, he felt eager to test his abilities.

For the past few days, he had been spending his time in the Swordbearer Minster Division, either attending General Knowledge Courses in the Newcomer Tower Hall or honing his extraordinary combat techniques in the Jet Stream Chamber and the Advanced Jet Stream Chamber.

Now that there was an opportunity for real combat, he naturally wanted to witness it firsthand.

"Baron Graham, shouldn't we hurry to the scene?" Ren reminded him.

"Oh, oh! Right, Baron Ren, we'll head there immediately," Graham realized that he had a genius Great Knight by his side, who might be able to help him resolve this trouble.

And so, accompanied by a group of officers and night watchmen, Ren and Graham hurried towards the incident site.

"Damn, this guy's methods are bizarre. He just summoned beasts to attack himself, or else I wouldn't have been injured so badly!"

A luxuriously decorated study room, filled with golden and jade-like splendor, caught Ren's attention.

"The suspect has entered the Akson Auction House warehouse, and we've surrounded it," an officer reported.

Ren's opponent retreated rapidly, his hands frantically waving in an attempt to block Ren's relentless assault.

Ren couldn't help but smile.

The problem was that the warehouse was packed with various goods, piled high on long shelves, arranged in tight rows, making it impossible for his double-hammer technique to be fully utilized.

Ren forcefully threw his double hammers towards the opponent, and as the opponent dodged, he seized the opportunity to charge forward.

"Sir, the brothers have discovered that there are still many slaves and large beasts locked inside the Akson Auction House warehouse," an officer informed.

Ren glanced to the left of the street, where a familiar figure stood at the entrance, gazing towards the scene—the short-statured Matteo.

No wonder the Great Knight Barnes, who was no novice, had been defeated by the opponent.

A Peak Knight? It seemed the opponent's strength was at least on par with a Great Knight, as only then could they achieve a one-hit kill on a Peak Knight.

"What? Twenty-two people have died?" Graham's forehead broke out in cold sweat.

"If it were anyone else, they might have been worn down and killed by you!"

"This..."

At the warehouse entrance, dozens of elite night watchmen and officers stood guard, armed with swords, shields, and bows.

[You have experienced a battle, Weapon Master (Legendary) Experience +647]



The opponent was riddled with arrows, but they had only penetrated a couple of centimeters into his body, barely breaking the skin.

The native bent down, and with a painful roar, he reached under his ribcage, about an inch below, and pulled out a white bone-like object! "Ahhhh!"

"Hmm? Are they from your caravan?" Graham's expression darkened, his anger rising.

The simplest way to escape this predicament was to break through and flee in the chaos!

"Baron Barnes just rushed in, and he asked us to guard the entrance," an officer explained.

"Baron Imwe's warhorse was startled, and he was struck down by a sneak attack. He died on the spot, and now the situation is..."

Controlling animals?

No, no, eloping wasn't necessary. If my daughter had found such a talented person, as parents, we'd be delighted. How could we let them elope? Ren had already been betrothed, which explained why Graham had instantly grasped the 'truth' behind Ren's part-time job in the Trade District. But before he could dwell on it, a series of bad news interrupted his thoughts.

The opponent suddenly vanished from the warehouse entrance.

The only one with a more severe injury had a slash on his lower abdomen, likely caused by a sharp blade.

Upon hearing Ren's words, Barnes couldn't help but view him with newfound respect.

"The Griffin Knights are keeping watch from above, ready to intervene if needed."

"Sssss!"

"Baron Graham, I've reported the situation to my superior, the head of the Akson Auction House, Fabien. He will dispatch elite forces immediately. You just need to have your men cordon off this area to prevent the suspect's escape."

Ren's opponent had met his match.

Apart from Ren, almost no one at the scene could clearly discern whether the suspect had dodged to the left or right.

The position of Trade District Sheriff was a coveted one, and many had their eyes on it. Although Graham had his backers, some situations required his personal handling. If he failed to manage it effectively, it would reflect on his capabilities. Even if his superiors wanted to protect him, they couldn't save his position.

While Ren could empathize with his opponent's feelings, it didn't mean he would offer a warm welcome and invite trouble.

Both Barnes and Ren instantly understood the opponent's intentions.

"Baron Barnes, this is Baron Ren, the new security consultant for the Trade District," Graham introduced.

"Let's go! We're joining the fight too!" Graham clenched his teeth and waved to the elite Night Watchmen behind him.

In an instant, the advanced plate armor on Ren's body, infused with water membrane steel, was pierced, creating two thumb-sized holes.

"Hmm, I didn't expect you to speak the Common Tongue. That's interesting."

"Damn! I'm fine!"

As Ren effortlessly dispatched the approaching beasts, he noticed that the native's wounds had completely healed, leaving only faint red lines on his skin, indicating previous scratches.

"Impossible! You're not injured, and how can your stamina be this strong!"

At that moment, a middle-aged man, resembling a butler with a plump build, panting heavily, rushed over from the side, accompanied by two formidable guards. Upon seeing Graham, he frantically waved, "Baron Graham, Baron Graham!"

"It seems the effect of this thing is even better than I imagined."

For a moment, Ren swiftly waved his hands, unleashing over a hundred blade attacks in a short time!

A noble lady?

Seconds later, the native's brown leather armor was torn to shreds by Ren's secret technique 'Hundred Strikes lv2' from the Kadath Fist Technique, and his body was covered in dozens of crimson wounds.

Moreover, the native seemed energized, as if replenished with vigor! "Hmph!"

Witnessing Ren's formidable display, the native's expression changed, and he immediately retreated back into the warehouse behind him.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The native desperately tried to repeat his previous method to recover from his injuries and regain his energy, but the same tactic was bound to fail in front of Ren.

"The Trade District's security forces and the elite Night Watchmen are surrounding the area."

"It seems we've encountered a kindred spirit."

"Ding ding dang dang!"

Graham's ears twitched.

A robust Jungle Black Wolf rushed to the native's side, its eyes bloodshot, but the next second, it halted and crouched on the ground, seemingly in awe of the native. The native's face tightened, and he plunged two white fangs into the wolf's back with a 'pfft' sound.

"What incredible speed!"

The native let out a series of cries, and a Cliffside Wild Boar obediently crouched on the ground.

Facing the approaching native, the two engaged in another fierce battle!

On the cobblestone road, several messengers galloped back and forth, bringing one piece of news after another:

Suddenly, he heard the sound of barking and other animal noises coming from inside the warehouse, which instantly brightened his expression.

"I'll give it a try!" Ren turned to Graham and said.

The native's eyes narrowed in anger!

Assani, the caravan master, noticed the sharp white fangs in the native's hands, and his eyes widened in surprise. He muttered, "As I thought, the item is in the hands of this surviving tribal descendant!"

"This is bad. They want to lure Ren into the warehouse, where the goods are stacked, making it difficult to wield long-handled weapons effectively," Barnes said with a worried expression.

This change in the native's expression! But at this point, it was a narrow encounter where the brave prevailed. The two immediately engaged in a fierce fight within the narrow, two-meter-wide aisle between the shelves.

Being removed from their current positions was inevitable.

If something were to happen to a genius like Ren, he feared the consequences.

But the thought of the Akson Auction House made Graham lose his resolve. He waved his hand dismissively, "Go! Hurry up and resolve this matter."

Even an ambush would be impossible!

After several minutes, the native, injured again, stood there in a daze, his face filled with disbelief as he looked at Ren, who was still full of vitality.

The shelves on both sides shattered!

"Crack!" A faint sound of buckles echoed, and four gleaming blades shot out from the vambraces of Ren's plate armor.

Otherwise, this Grand Knight named Barnes might not have escaped.

He waved his hand, and the arrows fell to the ground.

A robust Knight respectfully reported something.

Ren could feel the pain of the sharp objects piercing his skin, but he knew that the fangs hadn't penetrated his steel body defense.

The sound of clashing weapons filled the air!

Suddenly, a deep, guttural sound of sucking emerged from within.

The next second, over a dozen beasts rushed towards Ren from all directions.

(Note: The above skill experience has already benefited from the exclusive talent 'Basic Extraordinary Comprehension', gaining a 30% bonus.)



The native, around thirty years old, glanced down, and a flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes. If it weren't for taking a risky move, he wouldn't have had the chance to strike down that peak Knight with a single blow and break through the heavy encirclement to reach this point.

He moved like an arrow swimming upstream, piercing through the howling beast pack.

A middle-aged man with a walrus mustache, dressed in hunting attire, paced back and forth inside with a furrowed brow.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, the battle inside the warehouse had begun! As Ren entered, he found the interior dimly lit, but his dark vision allowed him to navigate without hindrance.

"Ren, Barnes is also a Grand Knight, but..." Graham looked at Ren with concern.

Whether it was the Jungle Black Wolf or the Cliffside Wild Boar, upon facing Ren, nicknamed 'Meist Siege Spear,' they instantly howled in pain, their muscles torn and broken, and collapsed in mid-air.

The native's eyes widened, and he clutched his bleeding neck, his voice raspy as he slowly fell to the ground. At that moment, the system prompt sounded: 【Your skill Kadath Fist Technique has improved. Experience gained: +1338】

As the opponent's hands weakly released their grip, a pair of white fangs, stained with blood yet still emitting a faint glow, clattered to the ground almost simultaneously.

What a pity!

"How's the situation now?"

On the third floor of the Akson Auction House, not far away.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

"This... a Peak Knight intervened, but he was killed on the spot by this native."

The opponent, with a confident expression, spoke in a halting Common Tongue, "You're dead!"

The warehouse door shattered, and a robust knight was sent flying seven or eight meters away. His sturdy plate armor on the chest was pierced with several holes, and blood gushed out. A two-meter-tall, tattooed native with colorful totems and a dirty dreadlock adorned with vibrant feathers appeared within the broken doorway.

"I'm not sure, but they'll definitely be here within half an hour."

He wanted to rush forward, but after taking just one step, he stopped, clutching his wound. Injured as he was, rushing in now would not help in restraining the enemy.

Soon, Rayen and Graham arrived at the entrance of the large warehouse, which was built against a mountainside, seemingly a former abandoned mine.

His eyes sparkled, and all traces of fatigue vanished.

Dozens of fierce beasts of various sizes charged out, their eyes bloodshot.

"Pfft!"

The Trade District's roads were spacious, but the constant presence of roadside stalls and bustling crowds made them less navigable.

"If Baron Barnes loses, this native will have enough time to slaughter all the slaves in the warehouse. We can't let that happen!" Graham shook his head vigorously.

"Pfft!" He plunged the fangs into the back of the Cliffside Wild Boar.

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"By the way, what's your slave-catching team up to? A native with such strength can't be brought into the city, you know?" A tall knight named Barnes yelled at Assani, the master of the Akson trading team.

"This gives us a chance to speed up! Tell Hamish to hurry!"

Rayen, standing nearby, remained silent but captured several key pieces of information.

Bloodlines emerged from the white fangs, drawing something from the Jungle Black Wolf's body into the native's.

Rayen was intrigued by the fangs.

"Half an hour?" Baron Graham's voice rose in surprise.

"Oh no, this guy's going to escape in the chaos!" Graham exclaimed.

"Swish!"

The opponent, having just been defeated, glared at Rayen with a pale face but said nothing, merely nodding coldly.

Facing a powerful enemy, he dared to take action—a courage not many possessed.

"That native can control animals. Many horses are running amok, trampling, and dogs are biting people."

Rayen, too, made little effort to defend against the native's fierce attacks.

If the death toll exceeded thirty, his position as Sheriff was as good as over, regardless of whether the situation was resolved.

A sturdy native with thick dreadlocks tied atop his head and a multicolored face stood there, clutching his abdomen with one hand and holding a sharp white fang in the other, leaning against a shelf and panting heavily.

Suddenly, the sound of running animals came from the broken warehouse door.

"So, the item is likely on one of these natives being escorted. Now that this native has escaped, and your slave-catching team didn't stop or catch him, is that right?"

"How much longer?"

"A Peak Knight, like yourself, from the Swordsman Organization. He recently came to the Trade District on a temporary assignment, and I heard he was in the Civilian District before." Graham spoke quickly.

"It's Assani, the master of the Akson Auction House trading team. Bring him over." Graham waved his hand, and the crowd parted to make way.

This was a facility used by the Akson Auction House for beast fighting.

The opponent clearly used the fangs to pierce the beasts' bodies, absorbing some energy to heal himself.

"Yes, Viscount Fabien, it's like this."

"Baron Rayen, this is Baron Barnes, our Trade District security advisor."

At that moment, Rayen saw clearly that the opponent held a pair of long white fangs.

Although the warehouse had a large footprint, it was built against a solid mountainside, making it a dead end.

Two more? A hidden beauty or an elopement?

Rayen, gifted with the Intermediate Steel Body talent, wondered.

There might be secret passages leading to the lower city, but for an unfamiliar native to find them within a short time was almost impossible.

One advisor had already died.

What surprised Rayen was that, aside from vital areas, the opponent barely defended himself, choosing instead to trade blows.

Strangely, the Jungle Black Wolf showed no resistance or aggression.

"The target is heading towards the Fur Market above. We're blocking their escape!"

"What?" Viscount Fabien's face lit up with joy.

Without hesitation, he strode forward and saw rows of iron cages before him, containing various ferocious beasts. There were Jungle Black Wolves, Cliffside Wild Boars, Grizzled Black Bears, and several Glossy Black Panthers, among others.

However, the target showed no signs of panic. Instead, he looked at Ren's knight armor with over a dozen holes, similar to his own, and laughed.

Just then, someone burst into the warehouse from outside! - "Bang bang pa!"

"Bang!"

Ren, who had been deep in thought, quickly drew his warhammer and tapped the ground with his toes, causing the stone pavement to shatter.

The target, surrounded by a group of people, showed no fear in their eyes. Instead, they had a bloodthirsty and eager expression.

The indigenous man's abdominal wound began to heal rapidly. Moreover, his entire being, both mentally and physically, started to recover at an astonishing rate! In just a few seconds, he seemed to regain his vigor.

Ren observed the fading figure with a thoughtful expression, then glanced at the injured burly knight who had just stood up. His eyes glimmered. After defeating the Great Knight, the knight appeared to have no significant injuries. He was indeed powerful, but allowing the Great Knight to escape from the warehouse indicated that the target's strength was likely that of a Senior Knight or even stronger. It seemed the target lacked any formidable killing moves or abilities.

"Matteo!"

The indigenous man, with a sinister smile, charged towards Ren, holding a sharp weapon and moving as agile as a monkey, dodging and weaving to the left and right.

Without hesitation, Ren added a point to his Agility, and his entire being became more vigorous.

The indigenous man's weapon resembled the fang of some ferocious beast. He spread his right hand, revealing a pair of fangs—one he had just drawn and the other he already held. He began to murmur something, like a prayer, his face filled with devotion. The next moment, the two mysterious white fangs emitted a faint blood-red glow, and within a radius of several dozen meters, the beasts went into a frenzy, wildly charging at the iron cages, unconcerned about their injuries.

The shelves were in disarray, and the ground was littered with items.

"Wonderful! The two ladies often speak highly of you." Matteo's face lit up with joy.

"Baron Graham, I apologize for the trouble. This time, a slave from a remote island managed to escape. I'm not sure what happened."

The indigenous man's leather armor was instantly torn, revealing several bloody gashes! "Hundred Rend Strike Level 2"

Ren seized the opportunity and punched the target in the throat!

Especially now, as they approached their destination, the panicked crowd and screams grew louder. Hmm? Isn't this the location of the shop Jenny rented?

The sharp bone, about seventeen or eighteen centimeters long, resembled a wolf's fang but was much larger and longer. It emitted a faint white glow.

"Lord Rayen, why are you here?" Matteo, seeing Rayen surrounded by people, hurried over.

The target's fearless and fierce combat style was such that even if their strength was slightly superior, they would likely meet their end.

"Lord Barnes, are you alright?" Graham immediately came forward to support him.

"Such strength..." Graham muttered.

Assani, feeling embarrassed, remained silent, looking like a stubborn pig.

"If the items fall into the hands of the Imperial Special Department, it'll be difficult to retrieve them." - Inside the warehouse.

"Good! Graham, I always thought you were a pushover, but you're quite bold." Barnes looked at Graham, who now had a small belly, and praised him.

However, something strange happened. When the fang pierced the Cliffside Wild Boar, it seemed to enjoy the sensation, showing no signs of pain.

Graham glanced in their direction, but he was as anxious as an ant on a hot stove. Naturally, Ren wouldn't choose this moment to introduce anything.

"Indeed, the target's combat strength isn't particularly strong. They're relying on some peculiar witchcraft or sorcery."

"Yes, with Graham's strength, it's unlikely he could defeat the target. By the way, has the Imperial Special Department intervened?"

"Griffin Knights are here? The location is the Aksen Auction House warehouse? Also, what was the strength of Baron Imwe, who was killed with a single strike?" Rayen asked.

He looked around and noticed food on the shelves. He immediately grabbed some and stuffed it into his mouth, devouring it.

Rayen took two steps forward and picked up the bloodstained pair of fangs.

Suddenly, the system prompt sounded again: 【Ding! Host has obtained the Ancient Ogre Fang. Detected special promotion - Beast Priest (Legendary)!】

【Promotion to Beast Priest (Legendary) requires: 1. Beastmaster (Transcendent) level 5 or above; 2. Spirit 25 points or above; 3. At least one Feral Beast; 4. Consumption of a pair of Ancient Ogre Fangs. Current conditions met. Proceed with promotion to Beast Priest (Legendary)?】

Hmm? Rayen's eyebrows rose, deep in thought.

(End of Chapter)

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