Mad Dog's Death battle

With determination in their hearts, Frank and his teammates resolved to continue their hunt. After a brief rest to recuperate their strength, they set out once more, scouring the surroundings for any sign of goblins or other prey.

It wasn't long before their efforts paid off, as they stumbled upon a group of four goblins feasting on the remains of an unknown animal. Seizing the opportunity, Frank and his companions devised a plan to catch the goblins off guard.

Using the same strategy as before, they launched a coordinated attack, catching the goblins by surprise and overwhelming them with their combined strength and skill. Despite the goblins' attempts to defend themselves, they were quickly subdued by the concerted efforts of Frank and his team.

At that juncture, their primary concern was replenishing their stamina and rehydrating. After accomplishing this, they resumed their search for another goblin pack, only to unexpectedly encounter another hunting team. David, the leader of the opposing group, pulled Frank aside to relay a message.

"We've stumbled upon a goblin camp. It's prudent that we retreat before the goblins catch wind of our presence," David advised.

This wasn't absurd that the goblin's packs had run out, at least 24 goblin packs had been hunted from their hunt alone if one group hunted two groups each.

Frank, recognizing the urgency of the situation, swiftly formulated the only viable plan: retreat to their resting ground. With a heavy heart, he issued the command for his team to regroup at their camping area. Disappointment permeated the air as the realization sunk in that their promising hunt had been abruptly halted. They had been making substantial progress until now, and the prospect of their expedition ending prematurely was disheartening.

As they trudged back to the resting ground, the news of the nearby goblin camp cast a shadow over their spirits. They understood all too well the danger posed by such a formidable adversary, compelling them to seek refuge among their fellow hunters.

Upon reaching the resting ground, they were met with the sight of the first six teams, brimming with energy and enthusiasm, ready to embark on another hunt. However, their buoyant mood quickly deflated upon learning of the looming threat of the goblin camp deeper within the forest. The gravity of the situation dawned upon them, prompting a somber realization of the peril that lay ahead.

Gathering together, the leaders of all the teams convened for an urgent meeting to deliberate on the best course of action to confront the goblin camp. Tensions ran high as they weighed their options, knowing that the safety and success of their collective endeavor hung in the balance.

During the meeting they came up with three choices, first, tell the sect about the goblin camp and be rewarded with not even 10% of the total reward they would gain from the goblin camp, second keep quiet but this was impossible considering 120 people knew about this, and the third which was crazy, hunt the goblin camp themselves.

They decided not to decide on this themselves they put it up for voting from all the disciples present. Frank had been selected to convey their objective to the disciples.

"We have a vote to decide the future of this expedition, first, tell the sect about the goblin camp and be rewarded with not even 10% of the total reward, this will lead to some rewards without any dangers, Second keep quiet and third hunt the goblin camp ourselves, this will give us all the reward but some of us could lose our lives" Shouted Frank giving the disciples their choices.

Frank himself wanted to fight the goblin camp together but kept quiet not to influence the other disciples' choices.

The area was divided into three reigns, each for their respective choices, most of the disciples contemplated for quite a while, still high from their recent success most of them chose the third option, fight themselves.

The disciple who had come up with the previous strategy held another meeting, this hunt required extensive calculated strategy and the best battle formation. They took care of everything except the hobgoblin responsible for the goblin camp, None of the disciples could take care of their hobgoblin alone.

Wanting to fasten their progress Frank decided to reveal the 9 continuous fist technique to hold off the hobgoblin until the rest of the disciples were done with the goblin camp. The disciples already knew the might of the 9 continuous fist technique using which Frank had annihilated the demonic rats at the first all-out battle.

With unanimous consent to their course of action, each disciple was briefed on the plan and assigned their position within the formation. As they set out towards the goblin camp, tension hung thick in the air, palpable with every step.

The march was a nerve-wracking ordeal, with the stalwart shield bearers leading the vanguard, the agile spear users forming the sturdy core, and the adept bow users bringing up the rear. Every footfall echoed the weight of their mission, each disciple steeling themselves for the impending confrontation.

Meanwhile, Frank had slipped away from the formation, intent on exploiting the chaos of battle to infiltrate the goblin camp. Aware that the hobgoblin, their primary target, would remain elusive until the goblins' ranks were thinned, Frank aimed to seize the opportunity presented by the melee.

Upon reaching the outskirts of the goblin camp, they wasted no time in launching their assault. Arrows rained down upon the encampment without hesitation, signaling the commencement of the fierce battle ahead.

The deaths from the arrow shower didn't even put a dent into their numbers, the arrow shower didn't stop no matter how close the goblin tide came, the goblins ran towards the wall of shields like crazed beasts.

The shield absorbed most of the force from the charge while the spear users stabbed in between the gaps of the shields, this looked like a spartan formation Frank has seen in a movie, pushing the shields forward in unison while the spear users pulled back to remove the impaled goblins off the spears. Moving a step forward the spear users stabbed again providing the same results.

With practiced stealth, Frank slipped past the perimeter of the goblin camp, his senses honed to detect any hint of danger. Guided by his intuition, he navigated through the maze of makeshift tents until he laid eyes upon the largest and tallest structure—the makeshift throne of the hobgoblin.

Peering cautiously into the tent, Frank observed the hobgoblin ensconced within, flanked by four loyal goblins. His grip tightened around the earth elemental spear, a silent vow of determination coursing through him.

Moving with calculated precision, Frank advanced toward the seat where the hobgoblin sat, his movements swift yet soundless. Each step brought him closer to his quarry, his heart pounding with anticipation.

As he closed the distance, Frank readied himself to strike, his resolve unyielding in the face of imminent danger. With a swift and decisive motion, he lunged forward, aiming to catch the hobgoblin by surprise and tip the scales of battle in their favor.

Not wanting to be spotted he stabbed into the hobgoblin using the earth spear ability pulling the ground beneath his feet into an earth spike. The goblin feeling the bloodthirst from Frank's strike dodged forward, the spear and earth spike missed all the vital spots he was aiming for, hitting the back of its shoulder and stunning it in the progress.

Being ready for any situation Frank pulled back his spear stabbing the close-by goblins, not wanting to leave three goblins and hobgoblins alone with him, he activated the ability of their earth elemental spear impaling the rest of the goblins from underneath. The goblins were fortunately slow enough to get impaled by the earth spikes, he turned around to face the hobgoblin preparing for a stab.

The hobgoblin had already recovered from its shock, and could quite easily parry his stabs with his dagger. the goblin easily closed the gap between them, and this made Frank let go of his spear, the spear wasn't useful in close-quarter combat and the hobgoblin was fast enough to parry his long-distance attacks.

He took the first stance of the 9 continuous fist technique striking at the hobgoblin, the goblin didn't stop slashing Frank with the dagger, He followed the first stance with the second, then the third, and so on, but the strikes didn't deal any damage until it reached the eight stances, almost knocking the hobgoblin down.

As he finished performing the ninth strike, he took the tenth stance he had been enlightened about from the page of enlightenment. He ducked down from the incoming claw of the hobgoblin and struck immediately squarely in the chest breaking the sternum, heart, lung, and backbone of the hobgoblin from the raw strength of the attack

He had paralyzed the hobgoblin from the waist down but doing this bit the recoil from using this was extreme, Frank felt like all the muscles of his fist, arm, neck, back, and feet were stretched to the extreme, he didn't know if he could move until the throbbing of his muscles calmed down.

As Frank lay immobilized on the ground, the hobgoblin's desperate crawl toward its dagger sent a shiver down his spine. Despite his best efforts, his body remained unresponsive, refusing to heed his commands. With every ounce of willpower, he struggled to rise, determined to prevent further harm.

The tension in the air thickened as Frank battled against his own limitations, each moment fraught with uncertainty. Yet, just as despair threatened to overwhelm him, a glimmer of hope emerged as the tent curtain parted, revealing the arrival of his fellow disciples.

Their entrance infused the tent with a renewed sense of purpose, their expressions resolute as they assessed the scene before them. With swift coordination, they sprang into action, surrounding the hobgoblin and disarming it before it could reach its weapon.

Relief washed over Frank as he watched his comrades intervene, their unwavering support serving as a beacon of strength in his darkest hour. Though his body may have faltered, their collective resolve remained unbroken, a testament to the bonds forged in the heat of battle.

Together, they stood united against the looming threat of the goblin horde, their camaraderie a source of solace amidst the chaos of war. With their combined efforts, they would overcome whatever challenges lay ahead, forging ahead on their quest for victory.

They didn't stop to check on franks condition, stabbing into the hobgoblin. The hobgoblin had multiple spears stabbing into his body, they didn't pull out the spear until the life in the hobgoblin's eyes went out.

One of the disciples checked on Franks' condition and shouted in a loud enough voice to inform the entire camp.

"this Mad Dog is alive, we won"

'Mad Dog' Frank thought, glaring at the disciple who had called him that.