Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 603 The Might of the God of War
The Flame Fist's response came swiftly. The well-trained fighters did not rush forward all at once, but instead split into several assault arrows, which swept in like fangs.

The remaining dozen or so archers had their bows drawn, and a volley of arrows whistled through the air, intended to hold back the enemy and cover the advance of the vanguard.

Mars remained unconcerned, taking a step forward and slightly raising his shield as he moved, easily deflecting all the arrows.

In a short while, the enemy attacked. The vanguard was equipped with shields, using them as shields as weapons and concealing their swords behind them. Judging from their imposing manner, they were all quite fierce and brave.

With ten steps to go, the vanguard slightly bent their bodies behind their shields, adjusting their posture to prepare for the charge.

At that moment, Mars suddenly moved, took a heavy step forward, faced the enemy formation, and raised his arm to swing his shield.

Shield Bash?
They're still so far away, are they trying to fan us?

Flame Fist Vanguard's doubts were quickly answered; it was indeed a fan, but this wind...

It was as if Arcadio had opened the gates of the wind realm in that instant, or as if a giant dragon had flapped its wings.

The five-person squad that was hit first was immediately knocked to the ground by the shockwave. Despite being fully armored, they were as powerless as rag dolls.

Ignoring the group of fallen soldiers, Mars strode forward and quickly closed in on the next squad.

With an imposing presence like a collapsing mountain, and his hair and beard fluttering like flames, Mars, who charged in alone, was truly a god of war descended to earth. The Flame Fist warriors, who had been able to muster the courage to charge, suddenly felt apprehensive and began to beat their drums.

Fortunately, they were all veterans, and when faced with battle, there was no room for retreat. They suppressed their emotions and stepped forward anyway.

Louis Boucher, the vanguard of the second wave of assaults, is an elite sergeant of the Flame Fist. He never refuses to serve as the vanguard and always leads the charge into enemy lines. The fact that he is still alive and kicking today speaks volumes about his abilities.

However, when he faced Mars directly, he felt his usual composure being washed away by cold sweat. The opponent's surging anger and fighting spirit were like the scorching breath rising from purgatory, brushing against his face.

My heart suddenly raced, and the scars that I used to regard as badges of honor began to ache from the surge in my blood pressure.

This can't go on!

Realizing he was under the pressure of the enemy's momentum, Louis rallied his remaining courage, using his body as a bow and his arms as arrows, his longsword flashing with the sharpness of an arrow, aiming straight for the enemy's vitals.

There is no room for holding back, and there is no need to.

Just as he vaguely expected, Louis's desperate attack was ineffective. His opponent casually and precisely deflected the longsword with a turn of his shield, causing Louis's entire center of gravity to shift.

Before he could regain his balance, a crimson spear shot through the air like a meteor, and no matter how he twisted his body or tried to raise his shield to block it, it was all in vain.

He is safe and sound!
Louis watched helplessly as the spear pierced through him, the tip grazing his ribs and passing through his breastplate without harming him in the slightest. It was a testament to the spear's perfect control and skill.

There was no chance to be thankful; what happened next made him feel that he would rather have been stabbed to death by a spear.

In Mars' eyes, sweeping away this group of mortal soldiers was a piece of cake, but with the mage's prior instructions, he couldn't go on a killing spree.

Suppressing his bloodlust, Old Ma chose another way to vent his anger. He casually thrust his spear through an unlucky fellow, then twisted the long handle to hook the spearhead into the armor, and a meteor hammer was born!
And this unfortunate human hammer was none other than Mr. Louis.
A strongman, fully armored and weighing at least 200 pounds, was lifted by Master Ma as easily as a piece of meat, as if it had no weight at all.

Louis was dazed and disoriented after being swung around, but his teammates who were hit by the swings weren't having an easy time either!

Like a long whip striking straw, everything swayed and staggered. Master Ma wielded his crutch hammer, striking east and west, south and north, turning immense force into gentle force, making it incredibly easy and comfortable.

The Flame Fist members, who were initially worried about accidentally injuring their teammates, realized they were overthinking it and that worrying about themselves was more urgent.

No matter how they tried to dodge, they were like flies under a swatter, unable to escape. Given the vast difference in strength, blocking was equally impossible. Master Ma's attacks were as swift as lightning, whipping everything in all directions.

One lash, two lashes, three lashes—each lash was powerful, whipping the charging Flame Fist fighters so that they staggered and flew in all directions. In just five lashes, they were all knocked to the ground like gourds.

It was all over. The archers not far away simply dropped their bows and crossbows, signaling their surrender.

With the main force wiped out, all those who try to keep going by playing the sidelines will only get beaten up in vain.

Mars stood tall with his shield, surveying the surroundings with disdain. No one could withstand the power of his spear, and for a moment, the scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Flame Fist remained silent, while the militiamen of High Cliff had their eyes opened, truly witnessing just how powerful their hot-tempered instructor was, even beyond their comprehension. They couldn't even find the words to flatter him.

"We're all family, let's stop here and not hurt our feelings."

At this moment, it was naturally Master Zhang who stepped in to act as the peacemaker and play the bad cop:

"What's there to be discouraged about? Your opponents aren't ordinary people,"

"A dignified celestial commander who led the divine legion to sweep across an entire plane is not so easy to deal with, even if he is an avatar."

“If you really win, the defense of Neverwinter City should be handed over to you. Staying in this small temple on High Cliff is a waste of your talents.”

The mage's comforting words sounded lighthearted, but they carried a heavy weight in Flame Fist's ears.

Despite their overwhelming numerical superiority and all-out effort, they were easily defeated by the opponent. And this towering, unprecedented warrior was merely a projection summoned by the mage lord before them.

Then...

They had only glimpsed a fraction of the power of these powerful wizards who often appeared only in stories and legends.

"We were too arrogant,"

Kadmon shook his head with a wry smile, looking at the mage lord:
"Your Excellency has no need for our insignificant strength."

"Hmph! I don't have the same sympathy for the weak as you lords do, but warriors with courage are worth training."

Mars suddenly sheathed his spear and shield, his molten lava-like gaze sweeping over the mess on the ground. "Special training begins in three days—everyone."

The last two words froze the Flame Fist fighters, who were struggling to get up and still rubbing their backs, and even the High Cliff militiamen showed expressions of toothache.

The mage snapped his fingers at the opportune moment, and a bright blue healing aura appeared in the air, instantly making the injured person feel warm all over.

"Old Ma means that you've passed the basic test," the mage explained with a smile.

"Now, I formally invite you all to join the High Cliff Defense Force Reorganization Plan—and of course, you will also receive training from the instructor team."

what? !

The surprise came so fast, like a tornado, that the Flame Fist members were a bit caught off guard, but Kadmon reacted much faster:
“We obey your command, yes, Your Lordship, we are happy to serve you.”

It's a joke. Ordinary people would beg for guidance from such a powerful figure. We might not even have the chance to meet them, let alone receive instruction.

Wishing everyone a happy Dragon Boat Festival! I probably won't be updating that day.