Perverted Otherworlder
/ Perverted Otherworlder 70 Battle to the Death?
"Just to make this clear, if I won this battle, I will replace Reka in the Ascension and if I passed all the test, my spot in the Central Region shall be given to her," said Lyon to the head of the clan while gritting his teeth.
"Sure, I will allow it," smiled the woman.
"Don't get cocky kid, You will not live past this hour," said the elder.
"Well since you both are eager to battle then," the woman clapped her hand and followed by a gong sound.
The elder moved in a swift manner and approached Lyon in a defining speed. He intended to end the fight with just one critical blow.
*clank
The elder's thrust met the red-blood sword but the force was instantly nulled. Scarlet didn't even budge receiving the incoming attack.
Seeing his swift attack didn't work the elder quickly jumped back to a safe distance. (That sword is really tough)
*flash
The elder's pupil shrink in astonishment, there was a horizontal cut on his left cheek. (How!?) thought the elder as he looked at Lyon who still standing in the same spot.
"tch.," wiping his blood, the elder started his onslaught once more.
*clank
Once again, the sword only met scarlet as his cheek had another cut.
"Mist art! Mist of Maze!"
Slowly, a thick mist condensed the entire arena, enveloping both Lyon and the elder. The crowd couldn't even see their figure in the thick mist, even experts had a hard time.
"Mist of Illusion," contemplated an onlookers
"That's right, by using the energies around you, you could make a mist just like a spell. But nevertheless, the impact is still a far cry from an actual spell," said an observant
"But the ability to make your enemy blind of your attacks is still a critical value," said another.
Inside the mist, Lyon was standing still and not moving at all. (This sword absorbed my vitality like a torrent!).
The elder was taking his time hidden in the mist, observing Lyon's every move. (He is not panicking? Maybe he is just scared and gets numb. Hehehe this will be over in a flash).
"You are wide open!" the elder made a silent jump toward Lyon's open back.
*clank
(Impossible!) thought the elder as he bewildered by the outcome. His sword was once again met with Scarlet. However, what he was stunned the most was because Lyon didn't even turn back when he made the block.
*flash
There was another cut on the elder's face. Once again the elder hid in the mist.
"Mist Bullet!" the elder thrust his sword and launched a mist bullet toward Lyon's back head. His accuracy was truly among the best in the clan
*block
Once again the attack got block by Scarlet.
*flash
Another cut appeared, but this time it was not on the face but rather his right arm.
(Gah! Why am I the one getting a cut out of nowhere! What is he?!) the elder started to get impatient.
Nothing in history ever exist something like this. Even the gods would probably confuse at what's happening right now.
"Hah!" the elder started his barrage of attack revealing his location to Lyon.
*clank
Every single attack he made was blocked by Scarlet.
An attack from the top? blocked.
A slash from the side? blocked.
A feint to thrust Lyon's heart? blocked.
All of this happened in under a minute, and Lyon didn't even move half a step. It was like the only thing moving was his right hand which held Scarlet.
Slowly the mist faded away and revealed both of them to the surrounding.
*gasp
The crowd was stunned seeing their figure, they would have thought the match was over by the time the mist faded. But the result was in fact almost taken one hundred and eighty.
Taking a safe distance from Lyon was the elder which now had many cuts on his body. But the gruesome was the blood seemed to never stop flowing from the cut.
The elder didn't notice at all, his vitality was draining slowly with each cut. His eyes focused on the opponent which he thought was just an ant. "What are you?!" shouted the elder.
Lyon didn't answer his question, he was just standing there looking at the miserable elder. It was not like Lyon didn't have the answer. it just that he couldn't answer him. Lyon's vitality was also draining but at a lower speed than before the first time he called Scarlet.
The head of the clan looked at the miserable elder seriously. Nobody could have guessed what she was thinking about.
Naeya, on the other hand, was gulping really hard seeing the miserable elder. She couldn't have imagined a peak Soul Realm could do so much damage to a Half-Divine realm cultivators.
"This, this is a dream right?" said an onlooker.
"No, it's the reality, brace yourselves because I think we just witness the birth of a legend," said an expert.
The elder's breathing slowly become calmer by seconds as the energies were swirling around his body.
"Is he gonna?!" said a young cultivator.
"Quite possibly yes, he is going to use his ace art!!" said another cultivator.
(Tch... I can't hold on much longer I need to move now or never!) thought Lyon.
Everybody was on gripping their hands tightly. The match will be decided by this final move.
"Be honored, because you shall be slain by my finest art," said the elder.
*tap
Lyon started to run toward the elder, (Fool!) thought the elder.
"Mist art, Glaze-" (?!, I can't move! My limbs are numb!) as he glanced at his limb he instantly knew what was the cause.
*stab
With the very last ounce in Lyon's strength, he jumped and thrust his sword toward the elder's heart.
*zing
The red-blood sword crazily sucked the blood out of the elder, revitalized it's endurance and also Lyon's own vitality.
"That's enough," said the head of the clan.
Chapter end
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