Clash 1

Cheers erupted within the city as people celebrated their survival from the falling mountain. Many cried tears of joy and smiled in relief. However, not all were basking in happiness, numerous merchants were devastated as their products were spoiled amidst the panic.

Some suffered from the frantic pushing of the crowd, with near-death experiences, and sadly, there were casualties. The chaos initiated by the panic destroyed many facilities, leaving trauma in its wake. The city guard, left to manage this situation, was mentally exhausted in just three minutes. They were understaffed, overwhelmed, and bombarded with complaints and anger from the crowd, who blamed them for not stopping the panic and labeled them incompetent.

Retired veterans from the Adventurers, Knights, and City Guard tried to help but were also overwhelmed.

Even the 9th Division, to which the City Guard belonged, stepped in to help alleviate the crowd but was insufficient in number to manage the problem. most of their forces are deployed in the ongoing battle.

Center of the Blue Rose, Fresh Water Plaza.

The vast, tranquil, open space of the plaza was now occupied by an enormous, unruly crowd. The city guard was trying to maintain control but was being overwhelmed due to their insufficient numbers.

In an unaffected area of the plaza, the City Guard Chief and his capable confidant were in conversation.

"What is going on here?" the Guard Chief asked calmly.

His confidant swiftly replied, "A huge protest erupted suddenly, sir. We are trying to dissolve it but are failing due to insufficient personnel."

"Have you already tried the forceful method?" the Guard Chief inquired.

"Not yet, sir. We were hesitant due to our lack of strength. Most of our personnel here are just levels 1 and 2. Among the crowd, there are some level 3 individuals and some hard-headed nobles with powerful escorts," the confidant explained.

The Guard Chief nodded, now clearly understanding the situation.

Instantly, his brain began devising many plans but he arrived at only one conclusion, force and violence.

He was reluctant to use force and violence but had no choice.

With a serious face, he was about to give orders when he was interrupted by a deep, mysterious voice from behind.

He rapidly turned his head toward the source of the voice and saw a young, handsome man. The Guard Chief knew this man was much, much older than his appearance suggested.

"You know that is a waste of time, Clogo," the handsome man said.

The Guard Chief, also known as Clogo, responded, "What do you mean by that, Professional Hunter Greyheart?"

"I'll help. Step aside and leave it to me," Greyheart said while walking towards the angry, unreasonable crowd protesting as if there were no tomorrow.

"..." Clogo remained silent.

Greyheart, seeing no response from Clogo, stopped and stared into Clogo's eyes. Clogo stared back but after a few minutes, he turned away and shouted, "All troops step back and prepare for any complications."

Greyheart, seeing Clogo respond, said nothing and walked toward the crowd with a sigh. Upon reaching the crowd, Greyheart released his Nen without hesitation. The vast and overwhelming pressure of his Nen bore down on the crowd like a tsunami, sweeping in all directions. Everyone in the crowd fell to the ground, kneeling. They tried to resist the pressure, but it was useless; they felt as if they were fighting a mountain, and the more they struggled, the heavier it got.

The weaker ones in the crowd had already lost consciousness, while those with a bit of power were kneeling, struggling. If one looked closely, they could see the fear in their eyes; they now regretted joining the crowd. Those with significant strength were barely standing, on the verge of collapse from the pressure.

Greyheart looked around the crowd.

He noticed that the people still standing had a good amount of strength, they were at least level 3. These level 3 individuals were scattered throughout the crowd, forming a wide net. Greyheart continued to survey for a few minutes before retracting his Nen.

As soon as his Nen dissipated, everyone in the crowd who had been kneeling lost consciousness, following the weaker ones. Those who had been standing fell to their knees, cold sweat covering their bodies.

Seeing this, Greyheart signaled the City Guard to capture those who hadn't lost consciousness and interrogate them, while the unconscious were carried away to their respective homes.

Just like that, the problem in the city was resolved, and every angry crowd was dealt with in the same way.

While the situation in the city stabilized, the battlefield was the opposite.

Claws and swords constantly collided, magic and arrows flew through the air, and Monster Breath attacks added to the chaos.

Adventurers valiantly charged forward, facing the horde without fear. Knights rode powerful horses, harvesting monsters here and there, and city guards ran throughout the battle, providing support. In this battle, only one Professional Hunter participated, most of them had left.

Many people who didn't know the strength of the Hunter were dissatisfied with this, but no one dared voice their opinion because the powerful knights, adventurers, and city guards warned everyone to stay silent.

On the Battlefield.

On top of the city wall, where most of the archers and mages were gathered, a peculiar man dressed in a black robe sat on the ground, eating some meat, his countenance very relaxed.

This man was the only Professional Hunter deployed in this battle and was authorized to be serious by the Manager and Leaders of the Hunter Association Branch. This man was Eecher Rec.

Behind him was a little girl who looked like a 12-year-old. Most people would think she was just a cute kid, but those who knew her would laugh at that assumption. This cute girl was Aimy, a 300-year-old dwarf, an employee working at the Hunter Association Branch for a century, and also an adviser to many Hunters.

Aimy, with a dark face, sneakily approached Eecher.

"Eecher, what did I say earlier?" Aimy asked in a cold tone.

Upon hearing Aimy's voice, Eecher's body stiffened and his head turned slowly like a rusty gear. Eecher's eyes landed on Aimy's gloomy face, and at that moment, his soul felt a chill.

Swiftly, Eecher disappeared from his spot, deciding to take action.

Eecher reappeared above the clouds, looking down at the epic battle below. His face was shrouded in the darkness of his hood, and his entire body was hidden beneath his robe, making it hard to read his thoughts or expressions.

Eecher's Nen suddenly surged, enveloping his entire body like a flame.

"Nen Ability: Infinite Parallel Body." With a word from his heart, countless identical clones appeared by his side, emerging out of nowhere.

Hundreds, thousands, millions, his clones kept increasing until they formed a large army numbering hundreds of millions. Each clone was as powerful as himself, each with their thoughts but the same ability and personality as the original.

After activating his Nen ability and creating a million-strong army of clones, Eecher realized he had overdone it, so he reduced the number of clones to a hundred.

"This is enough," Eecher said, looking at his 100 clones, flying neatly like disciplined soldiers.

Without saying anything, the clones already knew what to do.

Hundreds of clones descended and joined the battlefield, while Eecher's main body flew towards the Ambist Queen.

Battlefield, Hera, Zeus, and Hermes Familia.

Empress, the chosen leader of the three Familia, led them in front, charging forward toward the horde without fear.

Empress ran throughout the battlefield, swinging her sword with a grace that captivated both allies and enemies.

Right beside Empress were Zald and Maxim, releasing devastating sword slashes left and right like wild beasts. Anyone who saw them would involuntarily shudder in fear, thick bloodlust constantly emanated from their bodies.

Behind the three was Alfia, casting her spells with her enchanting voice.

Empress drew her sword and swiftly killed a level 7 Ambist with ease. In a brief moment, an opening appeared, and without hesitation, an Ambist with a huge jaw took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. But it didn't know that this was the worst decision it would ever make.

The Ambist opened its mouth and was about to bite Empress.

"Coming through!" Zald stepped in, smashing the Ambist's jaw with his fist and then delivering a killing blow to its neck with his huge greatsword. Behind Zald, five-level 6 Ambists jumped toward him, baring their fangs. A concentrated shockwave shot from Alfia's fingers, killing the five level 6 Ambists before they could land their attacks.

Back to back, they fought many Ambists, showcasing their talent, skills, and cooperation that had been sharpened over many years.

"There are too many of them!" Zald shouted while smashing the head of a level 6 three-headed Ambist.

"Keep fighting and shut your mouth, Zald!" Empress screamed back.

"By the way, where's your captain?" Empress asked while dodging a powerful punch from a level 7 Ambist.

"Oh, him? He was right over there—wait, where did he go? He was just here earlier," Zald replied.

"Just forget it. Alfia, I'll leave this creature's demise to you. Hey, Zald, help me hold the front. The rest, form a circle and guard Alfia at all costs," Empress ordered.

With a shout, they obeyed their captain's order and guarded Alfia at all costs, while Zald and Empress ensured that the level 6 and 7 Ambists wouldn't reach them.