Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons - Chapter 207

Chapter 207: The Blue-Feathered Falcon
“Hank, come back.”

Hank immediately disengaged, veering away from the falcon and descending toward Arthur. The falcon, sensing an opportunity, folded its wings and dove at full speed, intending to finish its prey off.

Arthur remained calm, his eyes locked onto the approaching falcon. The moment it got within range, he muttered coldly.

“Shadow Bind.”

The falcon froze in midair, its wings locked in place, its beak inches away from striking Hank’s back.

Hank flapped his wings and perched himself on Arthur’s shoulder, bleeding but still strong. Arthur reached into his inventory and pulled out a health potion, popping the cork before letting Hank drink from it.

The falcon remained suspended in the air, its predatory eyes now filled with fear.

It had just realized something—it wasn’t the hunter. It was the prey.

Arthur’s cold gaze met the falcon’s, and he stepped forward, reaching out and gripping its leg. The bird trembled in his grasp, but it could do nothing.

With a powerful motion, Arthur threw the falcon high into the air.

Then, as it soared upward, he whispered:

“Continue the fight.”

At that moment, Shadow Bind was released.

The falcon flapped its wings desperately, trying to stabilize itself.

The falcon flapped its wings desperately, trying to regain its balance in midair. Its sharp talons flexed, its body instinctively preparing for either flight or fight.

After steadying itself, its piercing gaze flickered between Arthur and Hank, assessing the situation.

It could tell.

Arthur was dangerous.

The eerie force that had locked its body in place moments ago still sent shivers down its spine. That was not a power it could counter. If it tried to flee now, there was no doubt—it would die.

Then Arthur spoke, his voice cold and commanding.

“If you try to escape, I will turn you into my dinner tonight. Fight Hank, and I won’t intervene. If you win, I will let you live.”

The falcon’s instincts screamed at it to flee. But its pride as a predator held it in place.

Hank let out a shrill screech, his wings flaring wide as he challenged the falcon once more.

The falcon’s talons curled. It had made its choice.

It would fight.

With a burst of speed, the falcon lunged forward, its beak snapping toward Hank’s throat like a spear.

Hank banked sharply to the side, avoiding the strike by a hair’s breadth.

But before the falcon could recover, Hank countered with a vicious swipe of his talons, aiming straight for its wing joint.

The falcon twisted midair, dodging at the last second.

The two predators clashed again and again, talons against talons, beak against wing, speed against cunning.

This time, there were no tricks.

No outside interference.

Only the law of nature.

And only one would survive.

The air trembled as the two avian predators clashed again, feathers ruffling violently against the force of their strikes.

Hank struck first, his talons slicing through the air like razor-edged daggers.

The falcon twisted its body midair, barely dodging the attack. Its wings flared wide, catching the wind as it spun behind Hank with blinding speed.

Then, it dove—

Like a missile, it shot downward, its beak aiming for the vulnerable spot at the back of Hank’s neck.

THWAP!

At the last moment, Hank folded his wings, dropping like a stone.

The falcon’s deadly beak barely missed, scraping across Hank’s back instead of piercing through.

Arthur watched from below, his gaze sharp.

‘Close.’

But there was no time to recover.

As soon as Hank twisted around, the falcon retaliated with a swipe of its talons, catching Hank’s left wing.

A deep gash appeared.

Hank let out a sharp cry, his flight momentarily faltering.

The falcon saw the opportunity.

Its sharp eyes flashed with cold instinct.

It tucked in its wings and went for the kill—this time, aiming straight for Hank’s throat.

Arthur’s breath held for a moment.

But Hank was a fighter.

Instead of retreating, Hank did the unexpected.

He folded his wings completely and dove straight at the falcon.

‘He’s countering head-on?!’ Arthur thought, his heart hammering.

The falcon hadn’t expected it either.

It hesitated—just for a fraction of a second.

But in aerial combat, a fraction was all it took.

Hank twisted his body at the last moment, using the falcon’s own momentum against it.

His talons lashed out.

They hooked deep into the falcon’s wing joint.

A sharp CRACK rang out.

The falcon screeched in pain.

Its right wing went limp.

It tried to pull away, but Hank didn’t let go.

Arthur smirked. ‘It’s over.’

With its wing crippled, the falcon couldn’t maneuver properly anymore.

Hank spun midair, slamming the falcon downward.

The predator that once ruled the sky was now plummeting toward the earth.

And Hank wasn’t done.

He flapped his wings hard, accelerating downward alongside his enemy.

Then, just before impact—

Hank pulled up.

The falcon didn’t.

BOOM!

A cloud of dust and feathers erupted as the falcon’s body crashed into the ground, the force of the impact shaking the earth.

Hank let out a victorious screech, flaring his wings wide in triumph.

But Arthur’s instincts screamed a warning.

Something wasn’t right.

His eyes narrowed. ‘No kill notification?’

Then—the dust exploded outward.

A dark blur shot up from the crater.

The falcon, bloodied but still alive, burst from the ground like a phantom rising from the ashes.

Arthur’s gaze sharpened.

‘It faked its defeat. It baited Hank!’

Hank barely had time to react.

The falcon tucked its wings and twisted midair, spinning into a lethal barrel roll.

SLASH!

Its talons raked across Hank’s chest, tearing through feathers and flesh.

Hank screeched in pain.

Blood sprayed through the air as his body was flung backward, spiraling toward the ground.

Arthur clenched his fists.

The falcon had been playing possum.

It had used the crash to lure Hank into lowering his guard, then counterattacked with precision.

‘Smart bastard.’

Hank flapped his wings hard, barely managing to stabilize himself before he hit the ground.

But the falcon wasn’t done.

Its eyes burned with cold fury.

Even with one wing barely functional, it forced itself forward, diving straight for Hank.

Arthur’s pulse quickened.

‘Now it’s desperate.’

This was no longer a battle for dominance—it was a fight to the death.