Chapter 208: Sealing the crimson one (E)

Vincent had a smirk on his face when he made his move. Of course, it's because he caught his opponent off guard. Everything happened so suddenly and with such ferocity that the crimson one failed to move his katanas out of harm's way.

Boom!

Boom!

The crimson tails that suddenly extended out of Vincent's back smashed on the bursting katanas, causing them to explode. The shockwaves landed on Vincent's back, just as he had intended. The force suddenly applied to his back increased his speed by two times, and Vincent endured the pain in silence. His bones were creaking, and his heart was throbbing, but he was willing to pay this painful price for the sake of victory.

Charging straight towards the crimson one—it was a suicidal move.

However, Vincent had no other choice. He knew that his body wouldn't be able to hold on for long, and that's why he gave it his all in this exchange.

He was giving his all because of many other reasons.

First off, if he failed to kill him, the crimson one would take over his body. Secondly, Vincent trusted Noah and believed that he would kill his loved ones one by one. He didn't want anything wrong happening to the ones he knew, especially Old Miller and Leilani. He would rather die trying to kill the crimson one than let his plan come to fruition.

"Courting death." The crimson hand laughed when he saw Vincent's suicidal charge. It looked as if the personality controlling his actual body had developed some fascist tendencies when he wasn't here. But it wasn't something that would trouble him. After all, he will erase Vincent's personality after taking control of the body, effectively getting rid of his duality.

The crimson one raised his hand, conjuring a majestic crimson sword in the blink of an eye. It was sharp and coated in a red aura, one carrying immense killing intent. Even the air was getting ripped apart. From this, it's easy for one to tell that this sword could cut through iron as easily as a hot knife cutting through butter.

"Let me grand you your wish!"

The crimson one grabbed the hilt and pointed the weapon at the approaching person.

The crimson one's sword uttered a sword cry as it charged towards Vincent's trajectory, causing his vision to blur.

However, contrary to the crimson one expectation, his opponent didn't frown, stop, or tense up.

It's because Vincent didn't need his eyes to see what was going on. A pair of eyes that he had conjured a while ago was relaying all information to him. They were magic eyes, one he had learned when he was but a boy, and he summoned them sneakily.

At first, he was dealing with multiple fields of view, one from his point of view and the others from the point of view of the magic eyes! However, the moment his actual vision blurred, Vincent closed his eyes entirely and maneuvered himself according to the point of view of the eyes hovering around them.

The crimson one realized that, but it was already too late to deal with them.

"Nothing will change even if you can see what's going on." He uttered arrogantly and brought the sword down at Vincent.

Vincent moved in the straight line, and the sharp swords in his hands gleamed with intense killing intent. Although he saw the crimson one's sword coming straight towards him, he still charged forward with his body lowered, giving no damn about his life.

The crimson one's sword met with his flesh as one of Vincent's swords kissed the crimson one.

Spurt!

The sound of a limb tearing from the rest of the body sounded as intense pain assaulted Vincent. An entire hand made out of flesh and blood dropped down the air and fell to the ground, along with a crimson sword. Vincent had lost an arm. The crimson one attack had cleanly cut one of his arms off his shoulders. And that extremely surprised the crimson one. After all, he had attacked to kill Vincent, not show him mercy by amputating him! Yet, he only managed to take an arm.

How was that possible?

It might be because of the fairy's blessing that he got lucky; it could also be the crimson one's secret reluctance to kill him, or it might be because he tilted his head to the side at the very last instant that the majestic sword missed his head and only took his arm.

Spurt!

Another flesh gouging sound echoed in the crimson land as the sword in Vincent's left hand stabbed into the crimson one's neck, going deep into it.

"This time, it's your loss," Vincent uttered as dark energy seeped out of his palm that was grabbing the sword's hilt. It wrapped around the sword's hilt, then the sword's body, and finally travelled into the crimson one's neck. From there, it expanded outward in all directions with an immense dedication to seal him.

A sticky substance quickly started to converge all over him. The crimson one felt the energy meant to trap him, traveling down his throat, into his chest, and spreading further down.

"No! I'm not willing," The crimson one mouthed out and immediately raised his attacks to grab the sword and pull it out of his throat.

Whoosh

Whoosh

Whoosh

However, all of Vincent's tail shot towards the crimson one's raised arm and wrapped around them, holding their wrists, immobilizing them. Of course, the crimson one struggled violently to free his hands.

His resistance only made Vincent do something cruel. The tails that were clamping down on the crimson one's arms twisted the arms off his shoulder, effectively crippling him. He immediately changed his tactics. Instead of forcing the sword out of the body, he decided to make a run for it, just like a coward. For the crimson one, running away was akin to slapping himself on the face ten times. Yet, as he didn't want to get sealed, he decided to make this cowardly move.