Tribal Lord: SSS Ranked Taming Primitive Beauties and The Beasts! Chapter 36

Old Ni raised a hand, stopping Vakra and Uncle Zan before they could move.

"Let me go first," he said calmly. "I want to know my current strength."

Vakra rolled his eyes. "Old man, that’s ten 4th Ranks and a hundred 3rd Ranks."

Old Ni chuckled. "That’s exactly why."

Without waiting for another word, he walked forward alone. Step by step, he put distance between himself and the others, stopping roughly a hundred meters ahead.

The Cinderfall Sovereign rested naturally in his hand, its ember-veined blade faintly glowing as if responding to his intent.

The lizardmen pack surged forward like a tide.

Ten 4th Rank Lizardmen led the charge while a sea of 3rd Ranks followed behind them, weapons raised as they were ready for the battle anytime.

When the distance closed to fifty meters, Old Ni exhaled and activated his (Sword Domain) skill.

There was no such visible effect, yet the moment his (Sword Domain) skill spread out, the air itself seemed to sink.

An invisible pressure rolled across the battlefield like a weight pressing down on the lizardmen’s bones within the domain.

Their steps grew heavier. Sword-wielders felt it the worst, as their arms stiffened, as if their movements were dragged on the swamp.

Even breathing felt subtly constrained, as though the space around Old Ni rejected them.

Unease rippled through their formation.

At the center of it all, Old Ni stood with a calm expression. Then he slashed the Cinderfall Sovereign horizontally and used the (Sever the Line) skill.

Mana surged violently from his body, as he poured nearly all of his mana into a single swing.

A colossal arc of sword energy erupted forward, spanning dozens of meters wide. The slash was dense with its edge razor-sharp despite its massive size.

The Sword Domain amplified it brutally, doubling its power, while faint streaks of red Inferno Flame clung to the sword energy.

The ten 4th Rank Lizardmen reacted instantly.

"DEFEND!"

Three shield-and-spear wielders stepped forward in perfect coordination, slamming their shields into the ground. Mana erupted outward as overlapping shield barriers formed thick, layered constructs of hardened energy.

At the same time, the two archer-type 4th Ranks drew their bows to the limit and released.

Multiple arrows shot forward at once, every shaft wrapped in concentrated mana, shrieking as they flew straight into the incoming slash.

The arrows were swallowed whole as the massive slash continued forward unabated.

Then the sword energy slammed into the shield barrier.

BOOM!

The energy shields shattered violently, exploding into fragments of light after holding the attack back even though it was only for a split second.

But the slash had weakened considerably from it.

Before it could continue further, the remaining 4th Ranks attacked at the same time.

Three sword-wielders and two saber users attacked simultaneously, unleashing their own skills in perfect timing.

Blades flashed as layered slashes, crescent-shaped saber arcs, and condensed cutting waves collided with Old Ni’s attack from multiple angles.

The air detonated again.

After a thunderous clash, the massive slash finally dissipated, scattering into fading embers and distorted wind pressure.

Smoke drifted across the battlefield.

The lizardmen stared blankly, because even though their formation was still standing, the ground before them was ravaged, carved open by a single attack.

Horror flickered through their eyes.

They had expected a strong enemy, but not to this point where a single attack left them speechless.

Old Ni lowered his sword slowly, chest rising and falling. He glanced at the devastation, then smiled faintly.

"It’s much better than I had expected." He muttered to himself.

Without hesitation, he uncorked a small vial and swallowed the rich blue liquid inside. Mana surged back into his body, stabilizing his stance.

Old Ni didn’t give them the luxury of taking a breath.

The moment the mana potion finished restoring his reserves, he stepped forward and raised the Cinderfall Sovereign once more.

The Sword Domain was still active and the invisible pressure had not lessened in the slightest. If anything, it felt heavier now, as if the battlefield itself had accepted Old Ni as its center.

He slashed again, using another (Sever the Line) skill.

This second arc was no less terrifying than the first. The crescent-shaped sword energy roared across the ground, its edge screaming as compressed mana tore the air apart. The Inferno Flame clinging to it burned brighter this time, faint crimson embers streaking along the slash like veins of molten light.

The three remaining shield-and-spear wielding 4th Rank Lizardmen reacted instantly.

They roared and braced themselves, slamming their shields together as mana flared violently. Defensive skills activated one after another, layers of energy overlapping into a thick, reinforced barrier far denser than before.

But they were already too late as the massive slash collided head-on.

There was no prolonged resistance this time. The shields shattered the moment they made contact, exploding into fragments of broken mana and splintered scale.

The three Lizardmen didn’t even have time to scream. Their bodies were cleaved apart along with their shattered defenses, torn cleanly in half by the overwhelming force.

Blood sprayed across the ravaged ground as their lifeless remains were thrown backward.

The slash continued forward and was blocked once again by the remaining 4th Rank Lizardmen.

Old Ni exhaled slowly.

Without hesitation, he uncorked another mana potion and swallowed it in one gulp. The familiar surge of energy flowed back into his limbs, stabilizing his breathing once again.

The remaining 4th Rank Lizardmen finally realized that something was amiss, especially with how fast the old man recovered his mana fully.

This wasn’t a battle they could win.

The sword-wielders, saber users, and archers turned almost simultaneously as panic overtook them. They attempted to run, but Old Ni and his domain didn’t allow them to.

Their movements were sluggish, as if invisible chains dragged at their limbs. Sword-wielders fared the worst as the suppression was absolute, their speed reduced so drastically that every step felt delayed.

"You’re not leaving anywhere." He chuckled lightly, as he raised his sword for the third time.