I Became the Guild Leader in Exile

59 – 11# Amazoness (4)

Some people say.

Amazoness is not true love, but rather a love that only seeks power. However, that’s a half-baked misconception. Amazoness truly loves the strong people she acknowledges.

In other words, women who idealize strong men are extremely rare. Of course, to others, it might seem like a frivolous thing, but that’s a foolish misconception.

The Amazons also had their own resolve, containing the seed of men within them. In some cases, they would even choose to love and be expelled from their tribe, bearing the consequences.

Tiphorte’s black hair was scattered with red bloodstains. However, it was not her own hair that was tarnished, but rather the blood that burst forth from her mouth.

“You think you can counterattack at the exact moment of my attack?”

Tiphorte’s speed was incredibly fast. Ultimately, she had to narrow the distance to attack. Her martial arts skills were not about using a bow or a crossbow, but rather about close combat. Therefore, the distance was extremely short.

However, even considering her speed, it was not an easy task to read her opponent’s attack and counterattack within such a short time. In fact, it was almost impossible.

Tiphorte wiped the blood from her mouth with her beautiful fingers. Each of her movements was elegant, like a dance. However, she was a warrior at the pinnacle of the Amazons.

“This is fun. Yes, this is what I mean by being a worthy husband!”

Her elegant appearance was just a mask. It was a mask created to represent the Amazons as their queen. But beneath that mask lay a ferocious warrior’s true form.

Her immense power surged through her skin and blood vessels. Isaac’s expression turned solemn. Her body was on the verge of collapse, unable to withstand the power within her.

A fierce warrior.

At this moment, her appearance was closer to that of a fierce warrior than a queen. However, Isaac didn’t say a word and instead focused on his stance. In battle, appearance or background didn’t matter.

“What’s needed is only absolute power.”

“Absolute power means staking everything on a single blow!”

“Then let’s settle this with a single victor and loser!”

“That’s the spirit! I wanted to see that!”

An unbreakable resolve. You, with that resolve, could surpass even the Beast King, Veronica, and even one of the Three Great Calamities, Behemos. The resolve of the man who dared to meet her was beyond imagination.

Then, all that was left was to clash with absolute power. Any other tricks were worthless, like a pebble on the roadside. Only a victory earned through a head-on confrontation was a true victory!!

Tiphorte’s speed increased even further. With an unimaginable speed, Isaac raised his arms, and a sound like scraping metal echoed.

It wasn’t just an illusion. Isaac’s skin was torn, and blood began to flow. However, this was a testament to his incredible strength.

“He didn’t get torn apart against the queen. This man is indeed a monster beyond imagination.”

The girl who had been watching the entire battle, the one who had led Isaac to the queen, shook her head, clicking her tongue. Tiphorte’s martial arts skills were like a sharp, cutting wind.

Even with such incredible speed, she didn’t lose herself, focusing her strength to deliver precise, calculated blows. It was an extremely difficult technique that would take a lifetime to master.

Tiphorte had mastered it, and now used it as naturally as breathing. In other words, for her, the cutting wind was merely a basic skill.

But that alone was enough.

The basics were what made a fatal blow.

Until now, no one had survived her whirlwind attacks. However, Isaac was still advancing, receiving the queen’s ferocious whirlwind head-on.

The sharp whirlwind and Isaac’s fist clashed once more. A loud, earth-shaking sound echoed through the air. The impact was so intense that the surrounding ground cracked and crumbled.

Their battle was like a natural disaster. However, Isaac’s body was blown back, his chest torn apart, and he spat out a large amount of blood.

Isaac’s body was sent flying, and he crashed to the ground with a loud thud. It was as if he had been blown away from the Amazon’s village. After a while, the whirlwind subsided, and Tiphorte stood there, smiling.

“That wasn’t a bad dance.”

No one had ever danced with her like this before. Not even the owner of the canyon, the rock dragon Emerald. Tiphorte’s wind was so powerful that it could turn anyone into mere fragments.

However, Isaac had received her full attack. Of course, his body was severely injured, but he was still impressive.

At that moment, she felt something. Before she could even process what it was, Tiphorte found herself involuntarily backing away from Isaac. Why? Her opponent was already lying on the ground, covered in blood. Why was she retreating?

“Finally, you’ve shown your true self.”

At that moment, Isaac’s clear and confident voice echoed in her ears. Tiphorte’s entire body trembled. It was just one phrase, but it was enough to understand everything.

He had deliberately taken her full attack.

For the sake of his family.

He was afraid that his family might get hurt.

And now, Isaac, covered in blood, struggled to his feet. However, despite his severely injured body, his eyes still burned with an intense, fiery passion.

Only then did Tiphorte understand the emotions she felt. It was something she had learned through knowledge, but it was a feeling she had never experienced before. It was a feeling she had ridiculed, despised, and turned away from in the past.

It was fear.

“Ah, it hurts! Damn it!!!”

It was inevitable.

She was in so much pain that she couldn’t even scream, and she was gritting her teeth, enduring it.

It was only natural to feel anger.

* * *

Concept.

Usually, people push their own settings, different from reality, and are called “concept addicts.” But Isaac didn’t think of them as concept addicts. They weren’t “real” concept addicts.

Even in unfavorable situations.

Even if they might lose their lives.

They wouldn’t give up their concept until the end.

That’s what it meant to be a real concept addict. Isaac already knew that. It was just a mask to escape reality. But what did it matter? Even if it was fake, the salvation it brought was real.

Someone had to do it.

Isaac did it without hesitation. For a brief moment, he lost consciousness and had a dream from his past. The sound of gunfire piercing the sky. The cries echoing clearly even in the chaos.

And his own appearance, which just contained all of it.

He didn’t know why he thought of the past now. But before he could even speak, he felt a burning pain, as if his entire body was on fire. However, Isaac clenched his teeth and swallowed his screams.

Remember your own concept.

Isaac was a person who could be described in one word: unyielding. Like a mountain that wouldn’t budge, even in a storm or when lightning struck.

Could Isaac Silverter, who was like a mountain, scream in pain?

Impossible!

This kind of pain! For the sake of his family!

He could endure anything!

Isaac glanced around, his eyes darting quickly. The area was completely devastated by the storm, but he didn’t sense any human presence. It was just a desolate wasteland.

“I’ve finally made it out.”

There was nothing around him. That was good news for Isaac. Tiphorte’s power was indeed formidable. It was on par with Asterios, who was known as the strongest within the Guild.

Even Asterios’s powerful strength still made Isaac uncomfortable, even now. But he wouldn’t back down. He wouldn’t listen to the Guild members who tried to persuade him.

Flash.

A deafening roar that seemed to tear the air apart. The sound was so loud that it felt like his ears were bleeding. Tiphorte, sensing the threat, unleashed her full power. A whirlwind erupted around her.

The sharp, piercing wind cut through everything it touched. The armor that enveloped Tiphorte’s entire body was both the strongest armor and the strongest sword. Soon, her body began to glow.

Twelve wings of wind burst forth from her back, rotating like a whirlwind and sweeping away everything around her. Her current appearance was truly that of the goddess of the wind.

Armor of Minerva

Minerva’s Armor

The winds that had been scattered began to converge into one. Isaac instinctively realized that Tiphorte was preparing her strongest attack.

Originally, it would be better to take care of things before that.

But that wouldn’t do.

To follow a strong person, one had to show their own strength. One had to take in the opponent’s full power and prove that they were superior. That was how the heroes of Gideon fought.

And even if it wasn’t that, it didn’t matter.

It doesn’t fit Isaac’s concept.

About 5 seconds had passed. Thanks to Isaac’s stillness, Tiphorte was able to complete it. And what she held in her hand was a massive spear. A spear that compressed all her wind.

Spear of Minerva

The spear of Minerva

Isaac swung his fist at the flashing spear flying towards him. The moment his fist collided with the spearhead, an enormous explosion erupted, engulfing the surrounding land.