Chapter 39 [Bonus Chapter]Strength Of The Sixth Finger

"Try not to Die."

The moment he said that, Yetu thrust out his great sword with all his might, creating a vortex with a repulsive force that pushed away everything in the vicinity.

Countless blades of wind were released from this vortex, slicing the corpses of the airborne trolls into mere pieces of meat and splattering blood everywhere.

"…haah"

Yetu heaved a sigh as he stabbed his great sword into the ground, using it as support to stand up while looking at the red cloud of dust and dirt that was created as a result of his attack.

**SWISH!

A longsword coated in black flames suddenly appeared behind him, threatening to slice of his neck, nevertheless, the troll emperor only grinned as he called out in his mind.

'Size Control.'

His enormous body suddenly shrunk down faster than the blade could reach his neck, causing it to slice through empty air.

"Tsk…"

Its wielder clicked his tongue audibly as he looked downwards for the figure of the troll emperor.

"Huh?"

He let out a voice of surprise as he saw the figure of an average tall humanoid, one not up to two meters in height placing his hands on the ground.

'That…!'

Instantly figuring out the identity of the humanoid, he condensed the water vapour in the air and froze it, creating a small foothold which he kicked off on to propel himself downwards with his sword raised high.

The violent black flames on his sword increased in intensity as he shot toward the figure on the ground.

Meanwhile, the figure on the ground, Troll Emperor Yetu, poured his energy into the earth and formed a sword from the soil.

Infusing more energy into the blade, he made it sturdier than most weapons out there and turned his body, slashing upwards just in time to block the black flame-engulfed sword that came down on his body.

"Using size control to reduce your size that much, you are one tricky troll, ay?"

"I learned from experience."

Yetu replied to Seith as he infused wind energy into his sword, creating a small whirlwind around the blade to divert the flames that snaked towards his arm.

"HAAAA!!"

He let out a loud shout as he pushed back the flame-sword-wielding Seith who had no footing before clenching his left fist and punching out.

"Titan Punch!"

|Titan Punch;

Type: Racial Skill

Effect;

Condenses energy around one's fist to enhance the power of punches. Creates aura attacks shaped like little fists with the homing feature, the number depends on the number of fingers available. |

He activated his racial skill as energy condensed around his clenched fist that slammed into the body of the airborne Demonic hand executive, sending him flying into the wall of the boss room.

**BAAMMMM!!!

Without even giving Seith any time to recover, he kicked off the ground and shot toward the immobilized man, his small body allowing him to maximize the efficiency of his speed stat to the fullest.

He clenched his right fist and condensed even more of his energy into it, enlarging it as he threw out another earth-shaking punch in hopes of incapacitating the longsword wielder.

**BAMM!!! BAMMM!!!!

Wind gathered around his left fist as he pulled it back and punched out with it, sending forth a mini-sized version of the whirlwind he unleashed earlier.

"Demonic Arts: Life Devouring Flame."

A rose made of dark flames suddenly manifested less than a meter away from Yetu's face, blooming in the next second as it released a burst of pollen.

Each one of the pollen was a flame elemental particle that was absorbed by the sword that came slashing through the rose.

**KAABBBOOOMMMM!!!

The sound of an explosion rang out as a giant tornado of black flames swirled around in the centre of the boss room.

"HAAAAAAA!!"

**WHOOOSSHH!!

This tornado was dispersed in the next moment as the one caught in the centre released a burst of pure energy that doused the flames that circled around him.

The figure of a blood-stained Yetu could be seen, breathing heavily while hurriedly looking around for the figure of his opponent.

"Looking for me?"

He suddenly heard a voice right next to his ear, sending chills down his spine as he reflexively turned around and threw out a fist,

**SWISHHH

"ARGHHH!!"

His thrown-out left fist was sliced off with the black flaming sword as its wielder wasted no time in redirecting his blade towards Yetu's neck.

**KAKINGG!!!

"Huh?"

Seith could not help but let out a surprised voice as his blade that he was sure would lop off the troll emperor's neck, was stopped by a metallic object at the last moment.

Taking advantage of his shock, Yetu condensed his energy and sent out a Titan Punch to Seith's side. Nevertheless, catching someone on his level off-guard twice in a row, was not an easy feat.

**CCRACKK!!

He hurriedly created an aura-based barrier that cracked upon impact but still stood strong even though the knockback from Yetu's punch sent him flying.

**BAMMM!!!

Seeing the dust cloud that rose up from Seith crashing into the wall, Yetu turned his gaze to the vitality-sucking flames on the stub of his arm that were burning out his life force rapidly.

He grabbed a fistful of earth from the ground and used is magic to reform it into a blade which he used in slicing off what was left of his arm before struggling to his feet and removing the metal neck protector he placed on his neck.

It shattered into pieces of metal before falling on the floor and returning to being sand from the ground.

'The ability to manipulate metal that I gained from glimpsing into Tier 4 magic saved my life. Nevertheless, my lack of knowledge on spells is making me unable to utilize it fully.'

He walked up to the great sword that had been tossed around in by the earlier tornado of flames and picked it up with his remaining arm.

Turning around, he locked eyes with the injured Seith who cracked his neck and took a stance solely for the sake of thrusting.

"Let's end this, shall we?"

Yetu's lips curled into a grin as he nodded before raising his greatsword above his head, pouring all of his remaining energy into it, causing the blade to light up with a brownish light.

He placed his dominant foot forward and his other foot backwards, all emotions disappearing from his ugly face as he took a deep breath.

Seith took a stance with his free arm stretched forward and his sword arm pulled back, his eyes narrowing as he took a deep breath.

The two simultaneously kicked off the ground, shattering the ground underneath their feet with their first steps and blitzing towards each other with trails of light following behind them.

"Martial Art: Fatal Edge."

"Demonic Arts: Final Flame."