Chapter 214
Oliver didn’t care about that; he and the chimera were already locked in a battle to the death, and the situation would only be resolved once one of them was finished.
The air around them buzzed with tension, a silent acknowledgment that only one would walk away from this fight.
Water condensed at his fingertips, swirling into form with practiced precision. It gathered in his palms, stretching slowly and shaping itself into a long, thin, translucent blue blade.
The water moved within the blade even as he held it. It rippled like liquid caught in suspended time, shimmering under the faint light of dawn. The blade was a pressurized hydraulic water weapon that Oliver had developed while training in the water chamber.
It wasn’t just water—it was destruction in liquid form, honed to a razor’s edge.
Water at high pressure can be sharp enough to cut through the toughest metals, and the blade was inspired by that principle—focused on sharpness and precision.
Using quick movements, Oliver appeared before the chimera, and before the creature could react, he sliced forward with the hydraulic blade in a swift motion.
The chimera’s reaction was too slow. The blade hummed as it sliced through the air. The blade was a blur as it cut through the air, aimed with deadly precision.
The blade cut through the air as it reached the chimera, which instinctively tried to block the sword with its long arms.
Splatter!
The chimera paused, stunned, as it looked down at where its long arm should have been—only to find a half-sliced elbow, cleanly severed.
Blood oozed from the clean cut, dark and viscous, as the creature let out a gurgling howl of pain. It clutched the stump of its arm, its grotesque mouths twitching in agony.
It took a moment before sharp pain assaulted the senses of the dark chimera, making it recoil in fear and indignation as it looked at Oliver with wary eyes and a hint of fear.
The chimera’s body, which it thought was unbreakable and its greatest weapon, had been sliced apart flawlessly by the mysterious watery blade, as if slicing butter with a hot knife.
Its confidence shattered, replaced by a creeping, primal terror. The chimera’s entire body started to shake violently as it looked at Oliver. The moment it looked into Oliver’s eyes, an unprecedented fear suddenly enveloped its whole being.
Two eyes as vast as the sky itself seemed to be gazing down at it in that moment; just the mere gaze weighed down as if thousands of mountains were raining from above.
The hybrid’s body shook violently as it followed the closest instinct it could muster in the situation.
Escape!
Its mind might not have realized it, but the hybrid’s tough, earlier-indestructible body had realized one fact…
Oliver’s presence was life-threatening!
Those eyes held something ominous that gave birth to a primal feeling within its body. It was not just fear—it was the deep, gut-wrenching knowledge of impending doom.
It was something that could not be explained in words but was unmistakably present.
“Trying to run away?”
Oliver frowned, and his feet blurred into motion. Using his only movement technique, he gave chase to the chimera.
The ground blurred beneath him as he closed the distance, relentless. No matter what, he could not let the hybrid enter the town.
He had to confine it here at any cost and then exorcise it.
If the hybrid started attacking civilians, not only would it quickly grow stronger, but it would also cause a massive commotion, and his mission might become very difficult.
Not only that, but his presence could also become known to his clan and to others far and wide, which would put a firm end to all his future plans.
Everything he had worked for would unravel in an instant. He could not allow that at any cost.
Although the chimera’s physical strength was beyond what a rank-1 exorcist could compete with, it was not an issue for Oliver. With his own absurd strength, keeping up with the chimera was easy.
Swish!
The hydraulic blade moved again as a terrifying wave of water swept over the chimera’s entire body, leaving multiple blade marks. Each cut was precise, designed to disable, not kill. Vicious green, mucus-like blood started to pour like a fountain from those sharp wounds.
The hybrid hissed painfully as it fearfully ran in any direction, just to get away from Oliver, who was tailing it like a wild beast.
It was almost comical how their roles had reversed at this moment—the chimera, a dark beast that should have been chasing after the prey, was now being relentlessly pursued by that very prey.
The hunter had become the hunted.
“Humph.”
Oliver snorted as the chimera tried its best to dodge and make him lose its trail. It was desperate, but no amount of frantic running would save it now.
Their figures turned into small lights as they clashed against each other in the playground. The sun was slowly starting to rise, and the area was brightening.
The playground had suffered clear marks of destruction from the battle between two supernatural forces—everything was vivid and fresh.
Clang!
A loud sound echoed in the quiet morning as Oliver once again sliced off the chimera’s limb, this time its left leg.
The hybrid roared furiously, collapsing to the ground, unable to balance itself to escape further.
Oliver was lucky that the hybrid before him didn’t seem to have developed any regenerative abilities, or it would have truly turned into a nightmare.
The hybrid looked at Oliver, who was calmly staring at it, and felt restless, anxiously dragging itself away.
It could sense its own end creeping closer.
“It’s time to face your exorcism.”
Oliver’s eyes turned cold as he muttered, and in the next moment, a torrent of pitch-black flames engulfed the chimera whole!
Roar!
It was a fierce roar of struggle from a beast at its end. Even after losing its mind, the chimera still did not dare to approach Oliver.
The fear instilled into the chimera was so strong that, even at its end, it tried to escape from Oliver, who was standing still, watching the hybrid crawl.
It was as if the mere presence of the boy was enough to drive the creature mad with terror.