Chapter 181

Chapter 181

HEL SCANS

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[Its much more impressive than I anticipated. How do you feel?]

It feels like Ive returned to the past.

[The past?]

Lynn asked with a puzzled voice. Instead of answering, Ronan clenched his fist. It seemed like his entire body transformed into a sword.

Well, something like that.

It wasnt clear if this was the hidden potential Lynn had spoken of. It simply felt very similar to when he had fought the final battle with Ahaiyute in the past. A sensation akin to those times when he never backed down, even when burdened with curses.

Looking back, the reason Ronan had acted then wasnt a sense of duty to save the world or a desire for revenge. It was just something that had to be done because letting fanatics destroy the world was not an option.

Lets go.

Ronan pulled at the hilt of his sword. As the stack of rocks that had been sliced by his sword collapsed, the sunset poured over his face. The power he had never fully wielded before spread through his veins like fire.

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Swoosh! Lamancha pierced through Darmans chest. A white blade emerged from his back. Darman, now skewered, coughed up blood. As Ronan pushed the sword forward and lifted it up, Darmans feet left the ground.

Argh!

How does it feel? Does it hurt too?

Ronan muttered lowly. It was payback for what Darman had done to Lynn. Blood dripped down on his face, but Ronan paid no mind as he twisted the blade. Swoosh. As the blade tore through flesh, a pained scream escaped Darmans lips. Gasping for breath, Darman glared at Ronan.

T-this!

Ronans face was so calm it bordered on indifference. In his eyes, the same color as the setting sun, there was no hint of any emotion. He stared into Darmans eyes and spoke.

Dont even think about dying a nice death. I have a lot to ask you.

Darman felt a chill run down his spine. This was a completely different person from the hot-blooded young man he had faced just moments ago. Ronan exuded a presence typical of an executioner performing his duty or a soldier, but there was something more to it, something primal.

I cannot win.

Darman gritted his teeth. He had to acknowledge the reality that victory was out of reach now. It wasnt simply that Ronans skills had suddenly improved.

If he had just fallen behind in skill, there might have been ways to turn the situation around. After all, in the realm of skilled swordsmen, victory or defeat often hinged on a moments lapse or confusion. It was the same principle that allowed Darman to defeat the monster known as Zaifa.

What truly frustrated him was Ronans composed demeanor. There seemed to be no openings at all. Trained through countless battles, Darman could predict with relative ease the future where Ronan would extract all the information he needed before tearing him apart.

I dont know why, but my strength is being suppressed.

Furthermore, the problem didnt stop there. For some reason, he couldnt manipulate mana. It felt like the sword piercing his chest was draining his entire body of strength.

If there was even the slightest opening

It was truly the end as it stood. Darmans head grew hot with urgency. Even strategic retreat or a secret weapon were impossible in this state. He had to create an opening, even if it was just for a moment. Taking a deep breath, he spoke.

I guess begging for mercy wont work, will it?

Youre saying the obvious.

Then as a parting gift to the afterlife, let me tell you something good.

With every word Darman spoke, the stench of blood filled the air. Dry voice flowed from his lips as he struggled to catch his breath.

You and I, hgh we are not actually brothers.

What?

But why do you think we seem alike, hmm?

It took a moment for the meaning of the words to sink in. Ronans gaze flickered ever so slightly. At that moment, Darman clenched the sword piercing his chest with both hands. The blade dug deep into his palm, but he paid it no mind.

Graaah!

Darman forcefully pulled the sword to the left. Simultaneously, the sword, which had been at the center of his body, exited his side. The blade, now even sharper, sliced through Darmans flesh and bone as if it were butter.

Squish! A gap opened as blood and entrails spilled out. Darman, collapsed on the ground, hastily rolled his body. Thud! Ronans foot landed where his head had been. As Darmans body separated from the sword, a surge of energy returned. Quickly getting up, he struck the ground with his back to Ronan. The bloodstained soil surged like waves. With a swift movement, Darman distanced himself from Ronan and shouted triumphantly.

Cough, haah I did it!

Their faces twisted in fear. Those who had were about to join Ronan after disposing of the nuisances froze in place.

Without panicking, Navirose and Shullifen wielded their swords. Boom! A jade-green crescent and a wind blade flew simultaneously toward Darman. Boom! An explosion engulfed his form, even overturning the ground. Navirose bit down on her lower lip.

Damn it.

She instinctively realized her attacks were futile. Once the explosion subsided, Darman appeared unharmed. The spherical barrier surrounding his body emitted a powerful energy that distorted the surrounding space. At a glance, it was incomparable to the powers wielded by the Ferocious Sword or Ajie.

[The strength of mortals is useless. Dont you think so?]

Run away!

Naviroz shouted. But Darmans target wasnt them. As he raised his arm, light began to gather around his whitened fist. Before long, a long spear made of light materialized in Darmans hand.

Thats!

Ronan narrowed his eyes. It was a familiar technique. Darman, propelled by the gusts, hurled the spear at Ronan.

[Disappear.]

It felt like a lightning bolt striking down in a straight line. A massive explosion, almost impossible to capture in an instant, engulfed Ronans position. A pillar of light, about 30 meters in diameter, shot up into the sky. Several participants who had lost their footing slumped down.

Ronan!

Shullifen shouted. There seemed to be no chance of survival from the explosion. As the light faded, a completely destroyed crater was revealed.

[Should have at least left the corpse behind.]

Darman muttered quietly. Thick smoke rose from the spot where the pillar of light had soared. While flapping his wings in the air, Darman looked down at the spot where Ronan had been. Suddenly, a crimson light, similar to what he had seen earlier, burst out from the smoke.

[Hmm?!]

Darman raised his hand to shield his face. Even though he had accepted a portion of divinity, he couldnt directly look at it. Once again, the sensation of being pulled by an unknown force enveloped his entire body. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself inside the smoke he had been observing.

[What?]

Darmans brow furrowed. It was a moment of confusion as he frantically looked around. A fierce energy struck him in the back of the head. Darman quickly turned his head and gasped for breath. Ronan, readying his sword, was right in front of him.

[What the hell is this!]

Ronan looked remarkably unscathed. Darmans face contorted sharply in something beyond surprise. Ronan, gazing into his eyes, uttered an incomprehensible sentence.

Sorry, but Ive defeated the original before.

Darman hurriedly stretched out his hand, but Ronans sword was already upon him. The combined power of the Holy Sword and Lamancha drew a smooth arc. A white line was drawn across Darmans neck.

[Kwack!]

Youre quite dramatic. At least that bastard wasnt screaming.

Ronan remarked. At the same time, blue blood gushed from where the sword passed. Sensing that the neck wasnt severed in one stroke, he clicked his tongue. Darman, clutching his swaying neck, took flight.

[Kraaaak!]

Blue blood poured out like rain. As Darmans wings spread, a gust of wind blew away the smoke. Amidst the survivors, screams erupted once again. Ronan, who was looking up at him, gripped the hilt of his sword.

Im tired of looking up at you.

The blood splattering on his face felt cold. Suddenly, Naviroses explanation about Aura came to mind. She had said that the Aura was a reflection of ones ego and desires, which seemed to make sense.

Though not entirely clear, there were a few guesses. The helplessness of just watching Ahaiyute soar through the sky. The fixation on the distance the sword could reach. A story related to Noelle, who once spoke shoulder to shoulder with Adeshan.

Perhaps the final reasoning behind the appearance of his abilities was the desire to not die, to draw upon all the light in the world. Even thinking back, it sounded plausible. Ronans mouth slowly opened.

Get down here, Darman.

This was the end. Ronan gripped the hilt of his sword. Lamanchas blade was once again tinged with the color of the setting sun. The fleeting flash of light enveloped Darman as he tried to flee, flapping his wings desperately. In an instant, the distorted space and the sunset-like glare brought Darman right before Ronans eyes.

[You bastard!]

Though Darman seemed to be shouting something, Ronan did not care. For an instant, Ronans arm blurred and vanished. The graceful blade swept over Darmans body. Finally, as the strike ceased, Ronan wiped the blood from his sword. Bang! Darmans body, torn into seven pieces, collapsed as if it had exploded.

[TL/N: sorry for the late chapter guys, I was celebrating valentines day ik you cant relate :3]

HEL SCANS

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