Chương 757: Chapter 756: Clash III

Thaddeus Stone Clang Clang Clang! I got pushed back hard as my halberd clashed against his sword. Once more, my bones cracked and blood leaked out of my orifices. I knew the difference would be significant, but I never expected it would be this big. I took the steps back rapidly, while a watery mist of artifact covered me and the healing spell. The mist is from the artifact, and the healing spells are copied from another.

It had been less than five minutes since I had started fighting him, and I was already on my last leg. As I took the rapid steps back, he swung his sword toward me. Sending an arc of pale green aura, an aura method that had been imbued with the power of his artifact and his skills. I gritted my teeth and pushed my halberd forward, pouring as much bronze power into my halberd as possible, and swung it with Bronze Burn. It's my strongest attack, but it didn't give me the confidence it used to when I practiced. Clang!

The aura attack clashed against my halberd. Once more, I felt the powerful shock.

'Behind you!' A warning rang out in my mind, and I turned immediately. Only to see the Knight; it was in front of me a moment ago, and now it had appeared behind me. It is not teleportation, but a short-distance speed skill that is very fast. Activating the Kazaron's Guard, merging it with the shield ability of the artifact. Clang! My halberd defended, but once more, I was forced backwards, and he slashed his sword down. Sending tens of aura blades toward me.

Immediately, a large violet shield materialized out of the halberd, and I enhanced it with Kazaron's Guard and poured the energy into it, forming bronze layers inside it. It is already getting emotional essence, but it needs a bronze energy as well. It craves it. I am giving it everything I have, but I'm also digging deeper for more, because this isn't enough against him. I am barely surviving. The knight will only need one chance to finish me off, and once he does that, he will move to Lord Silver.

He might be surviving against the necromancer, but once the Knight joined him. There is no way he would be able to survive. So, I have to survive and keep him here until Miss Caena's spell is ready. Clang Clang Clang! The aura blades clashed against my shield one after another. The shield defended, but I could see the cracks appearing on it as it crashed.

'To your left,' A warning rang into my mind once more, and I saw the Knight to my left. I was looking at it, it was in front of me, and now, he is to my left, with a blue blade coming toward me. Rip! I moved back, with everything, and thought I had dodged the attack when I felt it touching my arm. The moment it did, my eyes widened. It only touched my skin slightly, but I felt the power of the artifact, and it wants to blast that part of my skin. I pushed in every last bit of my bronze energy I had.

More than I have because I understood that if I didn't resist the effects, my whole arm would be blasted apart. Rip! A moment passed, and it felt like a minute. The knight's blade left my arm; it was only there for a fraction of a second, and should have cut less than an inch, but now there is a fist-sized wound on my arm. It's the reason why I had been so careful with its sword. It's an extremely hazardous weapon. Especially in the hands of a man like him.

"Not many were able to save their limbs once the sword touched them," he said with seriousness deepening in his eyes.

"It was not easy," I replied, while healing spells covered the wound. He didn't say anything and took a step to move toward me, but he stopped with surprise appearing in his eyes, before it turned to a big smile, while my brows furrowed in worry. Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. Someone had awakened the aura, and it is not a person from our side. … Nicolle Azalia"You ants are irritating!"

Yark said furiously, and his spear became faster as he pushed more of his aura into his skills. His control over his aura had improved a lot from the last time. Clang Clang Clang! Thomlin's and my blades clashed against his spear. When I fought him last time, he was swift, but now it had turned into a blur. On top of that, his Mirage skill has advanced as well. There are tens of spears, and all of them look real. It is hard to see what is real and what is not. Clang! I defended against another attack.

It is strong, with enough power to break bones, but I am bearing it with enhancement from the artifacts, scrips, shaman's magic, and there is also Clear Eyes. The skill I got from Thomlin. Gift of Arm is my newest skill. It lets me copy one skill from an Ally during the battle, or let him copy one of my skills. We have tested many skills, and I found his passive skill, Clear Eyes, to be the most useful. Because it not only helps against the enemy but also aids in our coordination.

That is the main reason we have been paired together; there have been others with better skills, but none work as well as Thomlin with me. We have known each other for a long time and have had many battles together. It is for this reason. I am still fighting this bald man. Yark came for another attack as I stepped back, but Thomlin intercepted, while I slashed my sabre down in the air, sending an arc of glittering fire toward him. He defended, but this allowed us to move closer and attack. Clang Clang!

He defended with his spear, and a smile appeared on his face. I do not like the smile at all.

'I am getting a bad feeling,' said Thomlin.

'Me too,' I replied. These feelings are rarely wrong, especially when both of us have them. Clang He attacked again, this time with the skill that brought fear to our eyes. His spear was fast earlier, but we could still defend against it. Now, it had become nearly invisible. I had been fearing this attack. Last time, it was the skill that injured me the most. Now, this bald bastard is using that skill again. Clang Rip Clang! I defended the first attack, but the second one cut across my waist.

So has the third one; Thomlin defended two, but the third cut across his neck. An inch deeper, and he would have gone.

'Damn, he had become more powerful than we expected!' He cursed. I had discussed all the skills and the way he fights, and estimated his strength and the strength of his skills. We didn't underestimate the skill, but still ended up underestimating it. Rip Clang Rip! We tried to defend against as many attacks as possible, but there are too many and too fast. Cuts begin to appear, all across our bodies. The more cuts appeared, the more difficult it became.

The bleeding skill is attached to every cut, and it is very powerful. Healing spells are covering us, but they are not enough. I needed to use my aura and the artifact's power to deal with them. My control has improved significantly over the past two months, but so has his power. Time passed, and more cuts appeared across our bodies, but we are also getting used to his attacks. Our blades would move simultaneously or one after another. Our purpose is to stop the man's attacks.

We are not even communicating it beforehand, nor do we need to. Still, despite that, we are having a hard time with cuts on our bodies increasing over time and straining us and our efforts to fight against him.

"How does it feel now?" he asked, grinning with a sick joy.

"Very good. We are fighting against Lv. 40, who could not even kill us," replied Thomlin. Immediately, the anger he is holding back burst out of his eyes.

"Bastards!" he cursed and increased the power of his attack, which made things even more difficult for us. Once more, I pushed the artifact for more power, and it began to consume more essence, also my aura. I could feel the strain, and I didn't forget what happened last time. I had barely survived it, and every moment of that was a struggle, but I had no choice. We have to keep him here until it's time. They told me we will find out when it happens. That's what we will do, even if it kills us. … Blava Moor Clang!

Once more, she brought her shield forward, defending against my attack. It created another dent on her shield, and the mist around my dagger began to freeze the shield, creating a layer of ice, which started to spread fast. Though it wasn't able to spread for long, the next moment, the fire covered the shield, bursting out like someone had thrown oil on it. This fire isn't weak. It's powerful enough that despite the protection of the artifact, I am feeling the heat.

It had been minutes since I had been fighting her. I had thought that, with the artifact and the difference in level, I would be able to kill her within seconds. I was using every bit of my skill and power of the artifact, but I was fighting at a standstill. That is me being generous. If I were to be truthful, I am getting slightly suppressed by this whore. It shocked me. I am higher-level than the whore; at least three to four levels higher, and I possess a powerful heritage class.

A heritage organisation has trained me since childhood, while she picked up a sword less than two years ago, and now she is suppressing me, even when I have the damn artifact in my hand. Whoosh! I was thinking that when she opened her mouth and breathed fire at me. A yellow fire with strands of deep red. It is not a regular fire. A very hot fire that is being enhanced by the aura. It is coming very fast at me, and I wasted no time in leaping back.

This time, she followed with her fire being faster than it had been earlier. It reached me, and I slashed down, sending an arc of icy mist to part the fire, and the fire parted, but not like all the other times. Where the fire had parted enough that I could comfortably avoid it. Now it had parted enough for the mist arc to pass through, and it is getting weaker as it does with fire eating its power till nothing remains.

The fire now inches away from me, and I covered myself with mist, but I know it wouldn't be enough. I looked at her face and those shining eyes, telling me that she got me. Seeing it, the face of my brother looking at me with accusing eyes. Saying, after what he did for me. I can't take the revenge for him. That burned me more than the fire coming at me would. My brother had done so much for me. He had sacrificed so much for me all his life, but I couldn't even take revenge for him.

It made me angry like never before, not at the whores that had killed him, but at myself. Crack! I felt something cracking in me as I was desperately covering myself with icy mist. The vast power burst out of me. The power I had only felt from others. I understood what it was, and it filled my heart with hope, and it began to burn with even greater vengeance.

'I will take revenge for you, brother,' I said in my heart, and turned to the whore, looking at me with shocked eyes. Now, there is no one, not even God, who will be able to save this whore from death.