ushernet Chapter 639: His Might Plunders The Heavens
Chapter 639: His Might Plunders The Heavens
Chapter 639: His Might Plunders The Heavens
Northern dashed at the officer, hurling his sword from below in a brutal arc across his torso.
But Oland was sharper-witted than he seemed, quickly raising his blade with a hastened backward step. Not only did he manage to block Northern's attack, but he also reduced the impact of its force on his entire form.
However, that was just the best of what he could get from this battle. Northern's movement became even more impossibly fast, throwing his hand almost from every angle.
His sword was fast, blurring and bleeding into a succession of strikes with an irregular and ugly pattern.
Oland tried his best. Despite being equipped with a second-choice hand, he was still able to at least stop the strike from severing a major part of his body again.
However, shallow lines of blood flashed on his skin as sparks of both swords flew.
Northern was calmly swinging his sword; the speed of his hand was unfair. He stood rigid, not using a flow of footwork to deal with the officer, one hand hung behind his back while the other handled the odachi.
Northern was giving him a handicap, only because he thought it fair to do so. Oland had lost one hand; if he wanted to have a chance at this battle, it was only required that he too fought with one hand.
"I'm giving all I have to you because I want you to shock me. You looked like I was hating on you before. Like I knew nothing about you. Here I am giving you one more chance to prove yourself. Although it really won't matter, I think you will die nonetheless."Nôv(el)B\\jnn
Oland did not have the leeway like Northern. If he dared to respond to the boy's speech, he would have to divide his attention, and that would be very detrimental for him.
Instead, he gritted his teeth and continued to parry Northern's attacks, sometimes redirecting their force to the side or away from his body.
The air would shudder every time Oland maneuvered Northern's strikes. Before getting a breathing chance, Northern's blade would already be tracing an impossible arc back his way. Northern's blade arced downward like a lightning strike, raw and unrelenting.
Oland twisted his torso, narrowly dodging the cut as it shaved a strand of hair from his temple.
He pivoted on his back foot, thrusting his sword toward Northern's exposed ribs, but Stainless smacked away the officer's long sword with a splatter of sparks.
Northern's lips curled into a smirk. "Better," he murmured.
In an instant, Northern's blade shifted trajectories, the odachi snapping upward in a vicious uppercut.
The next strategy he was considering was to... run.
"You're wasting energy," Northern said, spinning Stainless in his hand. "You won't win this way. Why don't you put your mind into it, try to think outside the box for the best possible way to defeat me."
Oland's eyes narrowed, his mind racing as he desperately searched for a weakness. Northern's technique was flawless, his movements unreadable. But there was one thing Oland knew: no
one was invincible.
Summoning the last reserves of his strength, with the propulsion of lightning speed he received from his talent, Oland feinted a strike toward Northern's head.
As expected, Northern's blade shot up to intercept, the motion so fast it was nearly invisible.
But this time, Oland was ready.
Twisting his body at the last moment, he dropped low and swung his blade upward, aiming
for Northern's left side.
For a fraction of a second, it seemed as though he might land the blow.
Then Northern's lips curled into a grin, his eyes lowering in that moment to Oland's incoming sword, a deep void-like light rippling through his pupils.
Stainless moved faster than thought, intercepting Oland's sword with a deafening clang. Sparks erupted between them, lighting the grim hall in brief flashes.
Northern pointed to his eyes.
"There is no maneuver, no strategies of yours that I haven't already seen. In fact, shouldn't
you already be using this opportunity to run like you intended to? Come on, the door is
waiting for you."
Oland felt his entire body grow cold.