How the hell did someone found us here? From what I know, this part of the forest belongs to our sect, even if reaching it is actually barely impossible! Trying to figure it out on the spot, either someone was training here for a prolonged period of time, someone tried to tail us or we just had the bad luck of encountering some lost cultivators unable to find their way back to their own sect.

Considering how there was no way anyone would be able to hide from Pengu's alter gaze, I think we can safely ditch the option of spies away. Even if they possessed some kind of awesome and unheard off talent to completly erase their presence, they would rather try to sneak around our barrier instead of attacking it directly as soon as it appeared!

With this option out of the way, we either met someone who travelled all the way to this area for secluded training or we chanced upon some unruly cultivators who didn't respect the borders! But I don't have much time to think about that since I can feel a presence rushing at me with overwhelming killing intent!

Reading my windslord, I simply slash in the direction of the incoming attack. Be it a special animal of Pengu type that is capable of crossing the areas barriers, some long-range attack or a fellow cultivator, the sheer power of my wind wave is more than enough to repel them!

CLANG!

Just as I'm turning confident that there is nothing to be worried about, I feel a pressure on my sword-wielding hand. Someone actually managed to dodge my wind wave and attempt to break my guard by directly clashing his long glaive down on me!

"There is two more of them behind!"

Hearing Eve's shout, I can feel our energy bursting through the pathways as she drives our cultivation to the limit as soon as she notices no hesitation in the enemy attack. Registering a human silhouette wielding this heavy weapon, I can't help but feel a wrath awakening in my soul.

Who the hell attacks people randomly in the training area? Do they want to rob us? Do they have some hidden grudge against us? Are they common outlaws or did they misunderstand what our presence and barrier mean?

Finally realising that this downward glaive slash won't be able to overcome my simple sword guard, the human behind the attack allows my sword to overwhelm his weapon only to use my forward pressure as a booster allowing him to jump back!

"Who the hell are you and what do you want?"

Noticing how all three aggressors are landing not so far away and readying their weapons, I try to call them out for the last time. No matter what, I don't want to kill fellow humans. It would be a first time for me since I came to this word, and while I know that there has to be a time when that line will be crossed, doing so right before the tournament doesn't look like a good idea for me!

"What are you hesitating for guys? Kill them!"

Contrary to my expectations, the other party doesn't seem like they are eager to settle things down with words. Where did I acquire such stupid enemies? Why do they attack someone they have no information about? It's not like I can control my current strength good enough to stop myself from accidentally killing them in a direct clash!

As two of the trio jumps forward, I can feel an oppressive aura arising from their bodies. Just from this its apparent that they are not taking this fight seriously! While I might not be the most informed or skilled cultivator out there, the time that I spent with Eve taught me that flaunting one's aura is useful only against weaker enemies, since it requires a cultivator to unleash their full might just for the sake of… showing it!

Instead of using their energy to form some kind of sneaky, powerfull, devious or misguiding attack, they just focused on showing off! What the hell is wrong with those people? Who gave them the guts to act in such a brazen way?

As their leader is getting closer to me with his glaive extended in his straightened right hand, I can't help but sigh. I initially even considered them a threat! What a lapse in my judgment! I do understand now that there is still a long way in front of me if I want to call myself a composed and experienced fighter!

"Go die, Vunvarian trash!"

Stepping aside, I let the attacker fly past me in his attack while grabbing his wait with my left arm and forcefully stopping him in his tracks!

With his speed suddenly reduced from his peak to an absolute stall, I can feel his insides fluctuating under my arm. Just the rebound from this change should be enough to stun him for a moment, but I don't want to leave things to fate. With a quick turnaround, my left arm leaves the aggressor abandonment, while my right first flies straight for his head!

There is no saving, miraculous techniques or God protections. With the back of his head smacked powerfully by my angry fist, he flies for a good few meters before burying himself into the ground headfirst.

But this isn't the time to relax yet! Even if I got rid of one of the enemies, there are still two lefts!

This time I do not stand on pleasantries, reading my windslord for a slash, but even before I manage to decide which one of the remaining duo should I strike, I can see the one that stood back during the encounter… falling down to his knees while holding his throat with a panicked expression on his face!

With my mind fully focused on the fight, I couldn't help but not pay any attention to what Eve was doing with our energy! Realising that she must be the cause of this sudden turn of the events for one of the enemies, I try to execute my attack on the last remaining enemy.

I guess using the 'execute word' is perfectly right, since it happens that just as I was worried, I fail to hold my strength back, casting the fatal hit right on him, making sure that his shoulders will never be bothered by the weight of his head again!