Chapter 195 In Distress

Orun moved toward Caius, and when he got to him, he unleashed an upward kick with his leg raised hastily facing the sky.

The kick had almost gotten to Caius's head when it abruptly changed its course and went downwards.

Caius moved to defend against the kick, was lost in confusion when the kick again changed course, this time heading for the downward center, aka; you know where.

*POW!!!!!*

"hmm... I really thought I could get you there of all places".

Caius's whole body is hard steeled impenetrable and unresponsive to Orun's punches. He thought of going for a neutral place like the downward part, thinking he could get in from there, but even that is as hard as steel.

He moved back from Caius and positioned himself well before charging at him again, this time with an hammer made out of thorn, and a battle axe also made out of thorn.

Orun dashed at Caius, swinging the axe in his right down on him, and at the same time, he swung the hammer that was in his left hand sideways, bashing away the Spear before it got to him.

The hammer made out of thorns was able to hit the axe, but not without its own side effects. The part of it that touched the Spear shattered into pieces.

Orun was not flustered by this, because he had expected it to happen. His thorn is much weaker than Caius's equipment, it is a given that once they make contact, the one that will get destroyed first is pretty much obvious.

All he has to do in a situation like that, is use the thorn to carry out what it is intended to do. When it is done, and is on the verge of getting destroyed, he will use his mana to repair it back to normal, and once again swing it for a different purpose.

Orun thrust his axe out at Caius, and it made contact with his great sword, cutting deep into the axe.

Orun hastily regenerated the thorn, making it form back into the shape of an axe.

He extended some parts of the thorn resting on the great sword, wrapping his thorns around it, and making the shape long enough to reach Caius.

Caius had to let go of the great sword so he could avoid the thorns touching him, but he was able to retrieve his great sword back in a span of a short while after just letting go of it, mentally commanding it to cut through the thorns and come back into his hand.

Orun pursued Caius, giving him no time to recuperate. He relentlessly unleashed series of attacks on Caius, like how you handle that remote of yours when it refuses to listen to you.

He released all his stress on him, attacking from all sides and different angles.

Immediately regenerating his thorned weapons the moment it makes contact with Caius's weapon and it shows any signs of cracking.

Caius had the speed to follow through with every attack Orun vents out on him, and even the weapon to tank it all.

He did not fall short, and stood his grounds gallantly, regardless of where Orun appears from, Caius is always ready to fight back.

Orun picked up the pace and further increased the speed with which he used to attack.

He became so fast that only the bright light from his red gleaming eyes could be seen. He did not stop there, nor accepted that to be the limit of how fast he could go.

Orun went even faster, enhancing his body with mana and channeling most of it in his feet to propel him faster.

Not even his gleaming eyes were visible to the naked eyes, nor the red aura he is surrounded by. The only noticeable thing, is the whirlwind like breeze that follows through with his movements, ravaging on every ground he steps on, using his footsteps to craft out potholes with cracks by the sides.

Despite the overwhelming increase in Orun's speed, Caius was not overpowered by it.

He was able to precisely follow through, returning back every hits he takes from Orun.

'Caius!".

Ignatius who had kept mute all this while, watching the exchange between Caius and Orun, finally spoke up, silently calling out to Caius and projecting its thoughts into his, but the thoughts that was passed down to Caius, was not the kind he is pleased with.

Observing Orun and Caius going at it, the odds are obviously stacked in Caius's favor, having an elemental king by his side, together with two highest tier elemental spirits, he is completely and utterly above Orun's level.

With the overpowered cards that he has in his hands, Caius should have obviously being done with Orun by now. No, he shouldn't have even had any trouble putting Orun down the moment he Fused himself with Ignatius.

Caius has the upper hand in the fight, yet he has not been able to deliver the final deciding blow on him.

He has injured Orun, stabbing him in the shoulder, with a slight cut on his stomach, but not even that was enough to put Orun down or slow down his momentum.

He should be leading this fight as the head, but why does it feel like he is the actual tail of the fight?

With every passing moments he uses to ponder on such question, his agitation level continues to rise.

He has been going at it for hours now, but to him, it felt like he had been at it forever.

The passage of time has deluded his thinking with every of his senses concentrated on tanking Orun's hits and returning it with an attack of his own.

Caius should be winning, he should have won this fight, he should have retired and be back at the town with echoes of victory gracing his ears.

But for some reasons unknown to him, he hasn't. This fight is taking much longer than he had accounted for, and the strikes he is being delivered with does not look like it is going to be stopping anytime soon.