I was wrong.
Terribly wrong. It was not a ‘bludgeoning’ type of pain, but rather a sharp, piercing pain. A pain that then evolved to a tortuous pain.
I wondered, was my mind messed up because I was in that storm for so long, or is it just me?
As soon as I had sliced his arm off, I was ready to cut deep into his chest, perhaps even severing it. But it was right then.
He said ‘Yo’, and alarm bells rang continuously in my mind, yet like the idiot I was I ignored them and continued forward.
I should not have done that, I should have backed away… But then to what? The abyssal storm of mana behind me, waiting to decay my body to dust? At that point, wouldn’t the correct point of action be to charge forward and remove the cause?
Yeah, it was, the only problem was that I was an idiot and had mistakenly believed the scythe he had could not hurt me, and even if it did, it would probably be just a blunt attack.
I couldn’t be more wrong.
The second after I had cut his chest, the second before I was going to use my lightning mana to paralyze him and win this match.
… His scythe had a blade on the back as well. A smaller, but equally deadly blade in this scenario. He swung it with his arm with all the force he could muster, and then hit me right in the liver. The blade tore through my skin, flesh and bones left a considerable injury.
“Ugh…”
I groaned as I fell to my knees. How funny, I had wanted to paralyze him, but it was actually I that had been paralyzed.
As the dust settled, I clenched my injury more and more. Black lines had appeared, and my skin was falling off yet again, this time accompanied by what remained of my liver and other organ in the surrounding area. They were all being decayed and were rotting.
The pain…was immense.
“Fuck…”
I cursed, dubious now.
‘Can I win?’
I thought, the possibility seemed bleak.
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[Capitol, Colosseum.]
“What happened?”
The audience questioned as the dust caused from the mana collision blocked their view. The last thing they had seen was Alexander doing a suicide dive into the storm of Death mana that Kazikato had conjured. The only other thing was that they heard screams, curses and sounds of swords clashing against one another.
They didn’t know that the latter was actually Alexander ripping apart the layers of mana, they assumed it was Kazikato and Alex in another fight for supremacy inside the storm.
“Hey host! Tell us what’s happening!”
They yelled, and the host moved closer to the dust cloud as he tried to see the conclusion from the collision of mana.
However, he was unable to do so.
[Gah! What?]
He inquired, as he felt a stinging pain at the points of skin that had made contact with the Dust storm. The dust storm wasn’t normal dust but actually an attack!
He retreated, and said.
[It seems this match isn’t done yet…]
He caught a glimpse of wind dispersing the dust storm. And he, as well as everyone else, could finally see what had happened.
They first saw an arm, a cut of an arm leaking blood continuously. Judging from the piece of clothe still on it, it was of Kazikato. Wild speculations emerged that maybe… Kazikato had lost?
This was what they thought, until they saw Alexander, on his knees clutching what appeared to be his stomach from their point of view.
They then saw Kazikato, with a large gash on his chest and missing an arm, the one they had seen before. He was also on his knees, his scythe was farm away from him, and he was trying to heal his chest.
Alexander, despite the decay on his body, stood up and grabbed his blades, however, this was a mistake. Rotten pieces of his flesh dropped out from the wound and onto the ground. He was previously holding them back with his hand, but he didn’t have the leisure to do so now.
The audience saw multiple black lines appear on his skin, like veins. These lines made his skin rot and fall, and muscle to be hindered as well.
Kazikato was doing a lot better on the other end, although he was losing a large amount of blood. He quickly fixed his injury up by blocking it off with a bone armor he had conjured. He picked up his scythe and stood up.
Wielding it with one hand was tough, but it was doable.
Alexander and Kazikato were once again in another stare down, Alexander broke this quickly by raising his hands in the air.
“Huh…?”
Kazikato wondered what he was up to, but when he noticed that no mana was being used, he became relaxed. He didn’t know what Alexander was doing, but if it was seemingly nothing but an act and gave him time to relax, he was good to go.
[Dragon Eyes have been activated.]
Just as a caution , however, he activated his Dragon eyes, as a final attempt to figure out whether Alexander was onto something or not.
“Hey…what’s that?”
But, It was not him who noticed it. Alexander smiled as both his swords sparked with electric currents.
“Look up…”
“Holy shit!”
Kazikato, along with others, gazed upwards, and their eyes widened…
“Kids, these are monsters…”
Ragnar commented, as he stared at the giant ball of lightning that could probably decimate a city, hurling downwards.
He quickly formed a shield around the stadium, ensuring that the lightning ball’s effects would be limited to there only. However, even he was dubious whether it would completely block that monstrous attack.
“What…the fuck is that?”
Kazikato, the one who was going to be hit by the thing head on, muttered, a tinge of fear finally appearing in his lazy voice.
[Skill: RAIJIN has been used.]
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