Chapter 199: God of Combat (1)

Chapter 199: God of Combat (1)

God of War (1)

1.

The flow of the fight was completely one-sided.

Using various skills and feints, the White Knight relentlessly pressured Siwoo.

Brandishing its lengthy spear that could be adjusted up to 3 m, the White Knight unleashed a barrage of one-sided attacks.

Whether it was thrusting towards his face or unexpected sweeps down his thighs, its attacks were relentless.

Unable to steal back the momentum, he could only barely parry the onslaught.

As his body moved, blood from his torn eyelids accumulated in his eyes.

-Clang, clang!

He felt as if he was losing his mind.

Each second, he had to deal with rapid, unrelenting strikes that could threaten his life.

They were both diverse and unpredictable.

To counter those unconventional assaults, he had to solely rely on his quick thinking and adaptability.

The battle was unlike any magical encounter he had experienced before. He felt his life force draining away.

Haah!

Siwoo shouted, blocking the incoming spearhead with his shield.

Simultaneously, the rotating shaft of the spear struck him in the abdomen.

The impact penetrated his armor, shaking his internal organs.

In that instant, the air in his lungs was forcefully dragged out, leaving him gasping for breath.

-Claang!

He exerted all his strength, forcefully pushing off the ground.

His legs felt heavy, as if they were shackled with lead, but he desperately dragged them forward.

Instead of engaging in a battle on an ever changing distance, he planned to provoke the White Knight into a close-quarter combat.

However, it didnt respond the way he wanted it to.

Instead of countering his charge, it stepped back instead.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

This created a gap between them again.

In a melee like this, the winner was usually decided on how well each fighter could manage the distance.

Throughout the fight, the distance between the two of them remained consistent.

The White Knight skillfully maintained a strategic distance where it could allow itself to continuously thrust its spear while preventing Siwoo from landing any effective hits.

Its barrage of attacks made him unable to use his ribbons.

Once again, the two knights, clad in White and Black respectively, clashed.

They stood, emitting golden and crimson auras, casting shadows that dispersed like wisps of smoke.

Time passed by, even their armors started to show signs of wear, with visible dents and scratches.

-Bang!

Urk!

This time, the White Knights underhand swing suddenly spun around.

It forcefully struck Siwoos chin guard.

A gurgling sound escaped his throat as he momentarily lost his consciousness.

Fortunately, the plate that connected his helmet and his body armor was strong enough to protect him from a fatal neck injury.

-Bang, bang, bang!

But that wasnt the end of it, the White Knight proceeded to send consecutive blows at him, leaving him feeling disoriented.

The ground beneath them trembled.

His vision swayed, as if his eyes were submerged in water.

Struggling to control his breath, he panted heavily.

The White Knights attack only intensified, as it had gained complete control of the fight. It aimed to finish the fight.

-Bang!

After receiving three consecutive thrusts, Siwoos shield, once his steadfast companion, was sent flying.

With his torso wide open, he was an easy target for the White Knight.

The creature lowered its stance, putting some strength on its knees before aggressively thrusting its spear toward him.

Its target was Siwoos heart.

Siwoo didnt have any time to recreate his shield.

And he wasnt skilled enough to dodge this strike.

Now, the sensation of the reapers scythe hanging just inches away from his neck became hauntingly palpable.

In this dire moment, he gripped his sword tighter, following his instinct.

-Swish!

Huh?

What was that? How did that happen?

The sharp spear, previously going on a direct path, suddenly changed its trajectory.

Its blade scraped against the side of his armor, tearing it apart, but it failed to penetrate his flesh.

Siwoo didnt use excessive force.

What he had done was just adjusting his center of gravity slightly.

But he executed it both naturally and skillfully, leaving himself surprised.

Contrary to his initial surprise, his feet moved, but they didnt make a single wasted movement.

When the White Knight failed to land the last strike, it was left with a huge opening.

Thus mark the first chance that Siwoo had ever get since the fight began, and he obviously wouldnt just let it pass by

Gripping the spearhead that had grazed his waist, he held it firmly against his side.

The situation turned tense.

Without realizing it, he managed to close the seemingly unreachable gap between him and the White Knight.

-Bang!

Of course, the creature didnt stay silent. It used its white shield, pushing it forward like an avalanche.

But a single shield bash wasnt enough to bring Siwoo down.

To strike the creatures neck, breaking a few bones would be an acceptable sacrifice.

He prepared himself for the impact as he aimed his tilted sword against the creatures vulnerable spot.

Under his armor, his clothes were drenched with cold sweat, and his body involuntarily shivered.

-Clank, clank, clank!

He was calculating coordinates for a Dimension Shift to his apartment, when it happened.

Three White Knights crawling up the outer wall.

All three of them looked completely identical, as if they had been mass-produced in a factory. The scene created a sense of dj vu.

It reminded him of the black dogs that came out of the deformed Mother Dog Homunculus he had encountered before.

Fuck, this is just too much.

I barely managed to deal with one of them and now there are three?

No way in hell Im doing this.

Just when Siwoo had decided to put in all his effort to escape.

A bright white lightning bolt struck.

-Booom!

To be more precise, it wasnt a lightning bolt.

But a lightning-speed strike filled with power.

It was a menacing blow that seemed to test the laws of physics, accompanied by a flash and a thunderous sound.

One of the White Knights, the same being that took him all his strength to kill, was sliced into two, just like a chicken on a chopping block.

Caught off guard by the intense strike, he belatedly glimpsed the silhouette of the witch who had executed that strike.

Amidst the pure white lightning.

There was a pink hue, radiating softly.

Though he concentrated his eyes at the bright light to the point where his eyes felt like they were about to pop out, that was the only thing he could discern.

The witchs movements were incredibly swift.

Meanwhile, the White Knights were a little too late to react to the situation, they had only just aimed their spears at the newly appeared witch.

-Boom, booom!

But

All their resistance was futile.

The unpredictable thrusts of their spears that Siwoo struggled to parry, were neatly deflected by the witch.

After a dazzling flash, one of the White Knights armor crumpled like a squashed can.

The remaining knight also met a gruesome end, with its limbs severed and its head ripped off.

Only after the witch concluded her destructive spree and stayed still did Siwoo finally take a good look at her.

Amidst the flying fragments of armors, she stood.

Her pink hair and magenta-colored eyes were something that you wouldnt normally see in real life.

There was a mysterious aura coming from her face, her straight and thin eyebrows made it as if cherry blossoms decorated her forehead.

In one of her hands, there was a sword, in her other hand, she was gripping a distorted helmet that had turned into a knuckleball.

Since she was a witch, it went without saying that she had a captivating beauty.

But, despite her appearance, the aura that was emanating from her was more warrior-like rather than witch-like.

Lingering traces of mana, resembling that of tiger stripes rippled from her shoulders.

It made Siwoo wonder how such a power could come from a person.

Her magenta eyes darted, piercing through Siwoo.

Simultaneously, a shiver ran down his spine.

Her piercing gaze was filled with anger and hatred, triggering the sense of danger within him.

She had killed the White Knights, so Siwoo thought that they were on the same side, but apparently that wasnt the case.

He hurriedly readied himself for battle.

Whether he could survive or not, it didnt matter at this point.

Fuck, I cant just give her my life without resisting.

He pulled out a ribbon from his Maidens Loom, created a shield to cover his torso, all while looking for an opportunity to counterattack with his sword.

I came to keep my promise.

A cute voice, completely mismatched her solemn tone, spread like a chilling breath.

Promise?

But he had no time to ponder the significance of her words.

As she said that, bluish veins appeared on the back of her small hand that was gripping her sword.

Shes coming.

Siwoo lowered his body, focusing all his attention so that he wouldnt miss a single movement from the witch.

He could sense her every breath, hear her heartbeat, even feel the flow of her blood that was running through her vein.

The witch kicked the ground.

And vanished completely from his sight.

Fuck!

Realizing what was about to happen, he instinctively used his shield to protect his heart, neck, and head.

He curled up like a turtle, trying to defend himself by pushing the shadows density to its limit.

-Baaang!

Ugh!

He received the impact, and he could sense that his spine had fractured into pieces.

It was as if he was being pummeled by a sledgehammer, the pain made him struggle for air.

Blood sprayed from his mouth, creating a misty spray that seeped through the gaps in his helmet.

This kind of impact didnt come from a sword.

In fact, the witch hadnt even swung her sword.

She simply stepped forward and thrusted her small fist into Siwoos stomach.

With that alone, she managed to pierce through his shield and his armor as well.

He could feel it.

The pain that resulted from his ribs that were pulverized.

Maybe his liver had exploded as well.

If she had aimed at his heart, he would definitely have died.

You havent forgotten me, have you?

As if being drawn into a dark tunnel, everything dissolved into darkness. In Siwoos fading vision, the witchs face appeared. A triumphant smile decorated her face.