Tribal Lord: SSS Ranked Taming Primitive Beauties and The Beasts! Chapter 49
Garnak slowly withdrew his fist. The Lizardmen’s leader lay motionless beneath him.
His chest caved in completely.
At the same moment—
"Arghhh!"
The Lizardman saber-wielder had already been pushed to the brink. Deep gashes covered his body, one arm hanging loosely at his side. Blackened blood dripped onto the grass beneath him.
Uncle Zan didn’t waste words as he stepped forward.
Slash
His sword flickered once as he slashed it.
Slash!
A diagonal line opened across the Lizardman’s chest, and before the blood could even spray, a second cut crossed the first and formed a crimson X.
The lizardman widened its eyes, and before it could react, Uncle Zan had already slashed the third one.
Slash!
It was a clean horizontal slash, and for a brief second, nothing happened.
Then the upper half of the Lizardman’s body slid off. His corpse collapsed in two uneven halves.
Uncle Zan calmly flicked the blood off his blade.
On the other side, Vakra roared.
His opponent, a heavily armored Lizardman with twin axes, tried to retreat after witnessing the leader’s death.
Vakra charged forward like a berserk beast. His fist slammed into the Lizardman’s jaw.
Crack!
Teeth exploded outward. The Lizardman stumbled, axes swinging wildly in panic.
Vakra ducked beneath one blade, ignored the shallow cut across his shoulder, and grabbed the Lizardman by the throat.
He then punched his head, exploding it into smithereens.
Boom!
Bone fragments and brains splattered across the grass. The headless body twitched once before falling with a heavy thud as he let it go.
Three 5th-rank lizardmen had fallen in quick succession, making the remaining battlefield shift instantly.
The surviving Lizardmen, both 5th and 4th Rank, felt the crushing pressure descend upon their morale, especially after their leader was dead. Let alone now that the other 5th Ranks started to fall one by one.
And Old Ni’s Sword Domain still lingered faintly, suffocating their movements.
Ash stepped forward, his expression completely indifferent. "Old Ni. Garnak. Uncle Zan. Vakra."
All four turned their heads at Ash’s call.
"Kill them all." Ash said it without hesitation.
Garnak stepped out of the crater first. The ground beneath him cracked with every heavy step.
Vakra wiped his bloodied gloves. Uncle Zan raised his sword slightly.
Old Ni pulled the Cinderfall Sovereign from the ground with a soft metallic ring.
They then moved at the same time. Four blurs shot toward the densest clusters of 4th Rank Lizardmen.
And the massacre began.
Boom!
Garnak landed in the center of a defensive formation.
Shields were raised together by thrusting their spears forward. But they were too slow, as his fist had descended like a yama from hell.
Bang!
Three shields shattered instantly. The impact crushed the Lizardmen behind them.
Their bodies caved inward from the shockwave alone.
Before the rest could react, Garnak spun. His elbow smashed into one skull.
Crack!
He grabbed another by the body, his hand gripping it firmly before slamming it into the ground.
Boom!
The earth cratered, and bones burst through scales.
Garnak then stepped forward again. Each punch was fatal, and each kick crushed ribcages.
The ground trembled continuously as tremors radiated outward from every strike. Nearby lizardmen lost their footing before even being hit.
Vakra was no less brutal. He sprinted through fleeing warriors like a rampaging bull.
A spear grazed his side, but he ignored it as he grabbed the shaft and yanked the lizardmen toward him.
Crack!
He brutally headbutts it, cracking the lizardman’s skull and killing it instantly.
Vakra threw the spear and impaled another through the throat.
He spun the body as a shield, blocking the incoming spear, before throwing the corpse into a group of three.
Then he charged forward, and with a punch, he crushed a lizardman’s head.
The battlefield turned into a trail of broken bodies in a short time.
Uncle Zan moved differently as he stepped lightly between panicking Lizardmen.
His sword flashed cleanly, and with a slash, a head fell with a soft thud.
Slash.
When five Lizardmen tried to surround him, he only spun in response and swung his sword once. A circular sword arc expanded, and five heads flew in unison.
They fell to the ground almost rhythmically.
Old Ni did not even move much as he stood still at first. Then he used his (Sever the Line) skill as he swung his sword.
Swoosh!
A thin compressed Sever the Line streaked through a group of fleeing 4th Ranks.
A perfectly straight path opened. Ten bodies split in half simultaneously.
He stepped forward calmly with another swing, but this time it was wider.
A diagonal slash cut through shields and armor alike, and blood rained in a crimson curtain.
In less than thirty breaths, they had each killed ten. The meadow was already painted red.
At that moment, Rokhan roared.
His opponent, one of the remaining 5th-rank lizardmen, staggered backward.
Both had been evenly matched until the leader’s death shook the Lizardman’s composure. That single blunder was fatal.
Rokhan stepped inside the guard, his saber glowed faintly.
Slash!
The blade carved across the Lizardman’s abdomen, and before the enemy could recover, Rokhan pivoted and slashed again.
The second slash opened its neck and separated its head cleanly.
Rokhan exhaled once, then turned toward the fleeing 4th Ranks and joined the massacre.
Unlike Garnak’s overwhelming tremors or Vakra’s brute approach, Rokhan moved like an executioner.
He cut down one fleeing warrior after another. One clean decapitation every move.
Heads rolled across the grass.
At the same time, another roar echoed.
Thurgan, The former War Chief from the Urthak Tribe roared.
His opponent, a heavily armored 5th Rank Lizardman, attempted to retreat, but he grabbed him before he could escape.
He lifted the Lizardman by the chest armor. The enemy slashed wildly, claws scraping against Thurgan’s body.
Thurgan ignored it as his fist tightened and punched forward.
Boom!
His punch pierced directly through the lizardman’s chest.
Scales shattered and ribs exploded inward. His fist exited from the back, covered in blood.
Thurgan withdrew his arm. The corpse fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
He turned toward the 4th Rank and joined the slaughter.
Now six 5th Rank warriors were mowing down fleeing enemies simultaneously.
The remaining 4th Ranks broke formation completely.
Some threw down their weapons. Some tried to run away. Some ran toward the forest screaming.
Garnak leapt forward and landed atop a group attempting to escape.
Boom!
A lizardman was crushed instantly beneath his landing.
Vakra hurled a corpse into another fleeing flock, breaking their formation.
Uncle Zan’s saber carved a straight line through three backs in one clean sweep.
Rokhan sliced tendons to slow them before finishing them calmly.
Thurgan grabbed two by their necks and smashed their skulls together.
Crack!
Old Ni unleashed another precise slash.
Swoosh!
A dozen more fell, and blood soaked into the ground. The smell of iron filled the air, and screams gradually lessened.
The meadow that once held more than a hundred 4th Rank Lizardmen was rapidly emptying.
Scattered corpses lay in broken heaps. Blood pooled between torn grass and shattered earth. The metallic scent hung thick in the air.
But at the edges of the battlefield, the final 5th Rank clashes were still raging.
Clang!
Sparks exploded as Lothar’s sword met a jagged crimson blade.
His opponent towered over him as it had broad shoulders, thicker scales, and a long scar running across its jaw.
This Lizardman was different, as his aura was denser compared to the others, except the leader.
Slash!
The Lizardman’s blade came down at a diagonal angle. Lothar raised his sword to block.
Boom!
The impact forced him back three steps, and the ground cracked beneath his feet.
The Lizardman pressed forward immediately. A spinning slash followed.
Lothar ducked in response, barely avoiding the slash as the blade shaved off strands of his hair.
Cold sweat dripped down his temple. He then counterattacked, slashing his sword in three rapid arcs.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Two struck scales, and one cut shallowly across the Lizardman’s side. But the wound was barely an inch deep.
The Lizardman grinned, whipping its tail around.
Bang!
The impact struck Lothar’s ribs, sending him skidding across the blood-soaked ground.
Before he could stabilize, the Lizardman appeared above him. Blade descending toward him.
Lothar rolled desperately.
Boom!
The earth exploded where he had been, forming a crater instantly.
Lothar stood again, breathing haggardly.
Their blades clashed again.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Each exchange forced Lothar to retreat. His wrists trembled from the repeated impacts.
The Lizardman’s strikes grew heavier with each swing.
Suddenly, a tremor shook the ground.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The Lizardman’s pupils contracted when it saw Garnak walk forward casually. Stone dust still clung faintly to his armor-like skin.
He glanced at Lothar and chuckled. "Looks like someone is struggling facing their opponent."
Lothar exhaled sharply. "He’s really strong."
The Lizardman roared and lunged toward Garnak first. His blade flashed toward Garnak’s neck.
Clang!
Garnak raised his forearm casually. The blade struck and stopped as it couldn’t even cut through.
The Lizardman’s eyes widened. Garnak then grabbed the blade.
Crack!
The weapon snapped in half.
Before the Lizardman could retreat, Garnak’s fist moved.
Bang!
The punch struck the Lizardman’s abdomen. The scales dented inward instantly.
The Lizardman coughed up blood.
Garnak stepped forward and threw another punch.
Boom!
This time the ribs shattered audibly.
The Lizardman staggered. That was Lothar’s opening as he instantly slashed his sword.
Slash!
A deep diagonal cut opened across the Lizardman’s chest.
Garnak followed immediately. His palm pressed against the Lizardman’s face and slammed downward.
Boom!
The skull smashed into the ground.