Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Chapter 864: Lack of Advantage? (Last Day of the month!!! Requesting GT Tickets!!!)

Though staying with people had lessened the bestial instincts in Uga, unlike when he lived in the wild, there was no way they could disappear completely.

Perhaps in the future it might be possible.

But that future was not now.

After being punched in the face twice despite not doing anything, rage immediately clouded his mind.

Uga’s large frame shifted slightly as he planted his feet more firmly into the cracked ground. The earth beneath him groaned faintly from the pressure.

The attendant noticed the change immediately.

But before he could react, Uga moved.

His fist shot forward.

There was no fancy technique. No visible mana surge. Just a simple punch.

Yet the moment it left his body, the air in front of it seemed to compress violently.

The blow landed squarely on the attendant’s chest.

The impact sounded like a hammer striking a thick iron plate.

For the first time since the fight began, someone moved.

The attendant’s body slid backward across the ground.

One step.

Two steps.

Three.

Dust scraped beneath his boots as he forced himself to stop.

His eyes widened slightly.

This was the first time someone of the same age group had ever pushed him back in the Land of Origin. Even those considered geniuses of their generation had never managed it.

That was the advantage of Awakeners over normal cultivators. Their classes granted them direct enhancements.

As a Knight class, the attendant possessed extremely powerful physical strength. His body had been strengthened through awakening far beyond ordinary cultivation.

Yet he had just been forced back.

Who was this monster?

Behind him, Prince Rui had also noticed.

His calm expression finally shifted slightly.

Unlike many others, Rui was well aware of the attendant’s true strength.

Normally, Rui would never keep someone of the same generation who was stronger than him close by.

But this situation was different.

His royal father had personally assigned the youth to him.

The official reason was protection.

The real reason was observation.

According to the Emperor, the attendant possessed a great secret, something that might one day benefit even the Black Serpent Empire.

So Rui had been told to watch him carefully.

And yet this was the first time Rui had seen the attendant pushed back by someone of the same generation.

Awakeners were special beings. Their classes granted them abilities and advantages that ordinary cultivators could not easily replicate.

But special did not mean invincible.

The gap between individuals still existed.

Against certain existences, the field could become surprisingly even.

Not all Awakeners were abnormal monsters like Michael.

Most still had limits.

Uga was simply one of those exceptions that refused to fit neatly within the expected boundaries of power.

Months ago, when both he and Michael had stood at the peak of Rank One, Uga had been able to match Michael in terms of raw physical strength alone.

At that time, Michael was already a High Human.

If Uga could stand on equal footing with such a being at that stage, and had since advanced further with more of his natural prowess surfacing, then the implications were obvious.

Even if the current Uga could no longer compete with Michael, that did not mean he had suddenly become ordinary.

Far from it.

Among the Awakeners who currently stood in Aurora, very few of Michael’s generation could handle someone like Uga easily.

The attendant steadied himself.

Uga stood a few meters away, shoulders rising and falling, his eyes fixed on the man who had just hit him twice for no reason. The anger in his expression sharpened into something more focused.

The attendant shifted his stance, this time raising both hands.

He stepped forward.

Uga stepped forward as well.

Their movements collided.

The attendant’s fist snapped out, fast and clean, carrying a sharp burst of mana that cracked the air. Uga swayed his head a fraction, the blow grazing past his cheek instead of landing squarely.

Uga answered with another punch.

It was still simple.

Still direct.

But the moment it moved, the space in front of it seemed to compress again.

The attendant blocked with his forearm.

The impact rattled through his bones and forced him back half a step.

Uga followed.

A second punch came immediately, then a third, each one heavier than the last. The attendant retreated in short bursts, blocking, shifting, and parrying with skill, trying to break the rhythm.

The attendant slipped to the side and drove a kick toward Uga’s knee, aiming to disrupt his base.

The kick struck, but it felt like hitting a stone pillar.

Uga’s leg did not buckle.

Instead, Uga’s arm swung across like a club.

The attendant leaned back just in time, the wind from the strike ripping dust off the ground as it passed.

Behind them, the summoning circle pulsed brighter.

The eight continued feeding it, but their faces tightened. Their breathing became uneven.

Prince Rui’s eyes narrowed.

He watched the fight for a single breath longer, then his voice cut through the tension.

”Take it elsewhere.”

The attendant’s expression tightened.

He understood immediately.

If this continued beside the formation, the turbulence would grow. If the circle destabilized at the final stage, everything would collapse. The bridge would tear. The price they had already paid would become meaningless.

He stepped back again, calculating.

Uga moved to follow, feet cracking the earth with every step.

The attendant’s hand dropped to his waist.

Metal rang softly.

A sword slid free from its sheath.

The blade caught the crimson glow of the runes and reflected it in a cold line along its edge.

The moment the weapon appeared, the air around the attendant changed.

His posture lowered.

His breathing steadied.

His mana gathered differently, no longer reinforcing just his fists and body, but flowing into the weapon like a second nervous system.

Uga paused for a brief moment.

His eyes locked onto the sword.

Then he stepped forward anyway.

The attendant shifted sideways, drawing Uga’s advance away from the formation. His feet moved in controlled patterns, each step light despite the cracked ground, guiding the battle outward.