Chapter 470: True Menace

Chapter 470: True Menace



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The seven victorious HG leaders-Aquila, Iron Reich, Kremlin, Red Dragon, Shinobi,

Southern Cross, and Kalahari-stood at the edge of a platform's wreckage, their eyes fixed on the duel that was unfolding before them, on the train tracks.

They had arrived here one by one; the last of them was Kalahari, smelling of fresh blood.

"Helloo friends- how's our phoneix doing?"

She was quite unlike her previous sadistic self, too happy-go-lucky for a time such as this.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Everyone there, except Aquila, ignored her, preferring to focus on the battle instead of playing along with one of her many whims.

"See for yourself."

Even he didn't bother explaining, too immersed to bother.

"Sure."

She shrugged her shoulders and joined them, her face now visible in the cold, dim light that flickered sporadically from the damaged overhead bulbs.

Her brown eyes were fixed at the center of the chaos, where Phoenix stood.

Opposite her was an Air Weaver like herself.

The difference between them was simple.

Her air had fire while his didn't.

"Wind Blade."

Phoenix spun her body, her arms extended, sending two razor-sharp blades of firey wind at her opponent.

Templar's Air Weaver responded with a silent Air Wall, the barrier of wind absorbing the attack and dissipating the force.

The clash of their abilities sent a gust of strong wind, filled with heat, reaching the spectators. And as they clashed once more, Aquila, still watching with interest, glanced left and asked: "Kremlin, Iron, do you mind?"

Not needing an explanation, they immediately gestured for the group to get closer.

Both then summoned their cold, one through Iron Fist that froze the ground while the other wrote {000} and {000} on a nearby surface, creating a miniature air conditioning unit.

Satisfied with their work, they looked back at the action.

"Jet!"

Putting her hands behind her, Phoenix shot forward with a burst of speed, her two Jambiyas swung wide.

Her opponent easily anticipated the move, evading with a sidestep.

He then retaliated by summoning Wind Blades of his own, directing them towards the still- moving Phoenix.

She slowed down her forward momentum with one hand, shooting a burst of air, propelling herself to a controlled halt.

With her other hand, she conjured an Air Wall, dense and solid.

The Wind Blades crashed into it, but the barrier stood firm, absorbing the attacks without the slightest reaction.

"Oooohhh~ She's got better purity at least."

"She got some skills too, much better than our last mission."

"Bah! That girl's still no Phoenix, just a chick."

"Nice one! Hahahahahaha!"

Southern Cross's, Red Dragon's, Iron Reich's, and Kremlin's words followed each other, acting as commentators.

They weren't taking this duel seriously, enjoying it more than anything.

and swung both jambiyas at his shoulders.

The blades landed, tearing through, from the tip of his shoulder to the end of his stomach and

back.

Blood spilled all around the two, and those watching began to celebrate:

"Daaaaaaamn~! The girl can dance!"

"Look. At. Her. Go. Whoop whoop!"

Well, at least Iron Reich and Kremlin did.

Only they commented this time; the rest had begun to show respect to the duel, keeping their

presence to a minimum.

They silently watched as the fight escalated, with Phoenix retreating after her first successful attack, using Jet to leap high into the air.

The priest, not caring for his now dead right arm, responded by summoning powerful Wind

Blades at her.

Phoenix spun in the air, narrowly avoiding the blades, and came down with a countering Wind

Blade aimed at the priest's midsection.

He deflected the attack with an Air Wall, but it wasn't as clean as before.

His defense showed signs of strain.

Phoenix appeared to notice that and wasn't about to let that pass.

She used Jet to close the gap, suddenly appearing above him.

Countering with a few Wind Blades, he retreated before she could attack him, blasting

himself away.

She easily dodged them and pressed her advantage with a series of Wind Blades that had him

run around like a headless chicken.

He was barely able to escape them, his cloak being cut up in the process.

Phoenix had him on the run for a while, and it didn't take long for him to become visibly

fatigued.

This made it seem that there was no way for him to escape the chase, at least without getting

severely injured.

But there actually was.

He had one ability that he hadn't used until now, which would've easily gotten him out of this

predicament.

{Pocket Blast.}

It was a really large AOE ability, making it quite obvious why he did what he did.

The blast would reach those watching, even if it was barely felt, and that might prompt them

to interfere, hastening his death.

Now though... he needed to use it.

There was no choice.

He would get killed by her otherwise. "POCKET BLAST!"