Chapter 549: Rather Fight Isaac

Erik POV

There were only a few people he had been hoping to avoid during the initial rounds. Isaac Draven was probably at the top of his list. It wasn’t even about the strength of the crazy guy, either; that was a whole other issue.

It had more to do with the insane nature of his personality. He had heard rumors, but he had seen firsthand how absurd Isaac was. It was hard to watch sometimes, almost like watching a bipolar child with obscene strength go about things.

He wasn’t a bad guy by any means. Erik was sure of that. However, it still felt like walking next to a ticking time bomb.

Of course, there were also people like Eren and Riven, but they were other kinds of threats. Predictable threats. Erik had no delusions about winning against either of them, but at least he knew how it would end.

With Isaac, he didn’t know if he was going to become the guy’s friend or if the massive teen was going to rip him into two pieces.

This same fear extended to Julius Snow—the mysterious teen who had appeared out of nowhere.

Erik didn’t even know if that was the young black haired teen’s real name. Erik’s family had done their research and had found very little under that name. There was some information about him, but that was from the past year. That was it. Nothing from before, only some sparse information that could or could not be true.

Even the Sentinel Guild, the guild he planned on joining after he graduated, didn’t find anything. With all of their resources and contacts, nothing showed up about Julius Snow except for what his family already gathered.

But Erik and most of the other competitors who made it had already seen Julius in action. They knew that he was a monster. That fight with Riven had made that very clear. Everyone who wasn’t busy fighting for their lives watched as Julius overwhelmed their generation’s top talent with little issue.

Erik had no idea what would happen if he were to fight someone like that. And thanks to his immaculate luck, he was fortunate enough to be paired with him.

May the gods have mercy on him.

Even with all his skills activated and his [Bulwark Body] at full strength, he still lacked confidence. Regardless, it wasn’t like he had any other choice. He was forced to fight until the end.

It would look really bad if he gave up before he even tried. He might have been kicked out of his new guild if they saw him forfeit.

The Sentinels Guild wasn’t just any guild. They were one of the preeminent guilds on the continent. They were one of the few guilds whose influence stretched across all countries without too many issues.

There was a reason for this. The Sentinels Guild didn’t focus on politics or get involved in any other issues. They cared about one thing.

Protecting their charge.

Anyone could hire them. They were expensive, but they excelled at their job. There were very few organizations on the continent that could compare to them when it came to keeping their clients safe.

The guild didn’t focus only on individuals or the rich, either. They were sometimes contracted or hired by cities or countries to protect certain regions.

The guild wasn’t a mercenary group, though. That was an important distinction.

They wouldn’t take missions that included any conflict with other people. The Sentinel Guild was primarily a monster-hunting organization. That was their true purpose, and the reason Erik had been so drawn to their offer to join them.

It was an extreme honor, one he hadn’t expected. They were notoriously picky about who they let into their guild, and apparently, Erik made the cut. His family had been so proud of him.

Yet, despite this accomplishment, he knew the likelihood of winning today was very low.

However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t try his heart out anyway. If he was going to lose, he was going to lose swinging till the very end.

With that being said, he was a little annoyed that his swings weren’t hitting. He swung at Julius, missing yet again. He didn’t care about losing, but he wanted to hit the damn guy at least. That would make him feel better.

Ever since their first blow was exchanged, it would appear that his opponent was smartly avoiding a direct clash of fists. Erik’s weight seemed his most significant advantage, one he planned to make use of.

However, it was actually hard to land a hit on him. Nothing Erik seemed to do worked. It didn’t help that he wasn’t specialized in hunting his enemies down. His entire build was focused on being a sturdy frontliner who could soak up and deliver enormous amounts of damage. Speed was definitely not his strongest suit.

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He wasn’t slow by any means, but compared to the young boy running circles around him, he felt like he was moving through sand. He shook his head in frustration. It was at times like this that he wished he had tried to gain some long-range options or at least something that would remedy his weakness.