Endless Debt Chapter 1100 - 118: Blood-Soaked Deathmatch (Part 4)

Having lost his quarry, Bologue unleashed a furious roar, striking at Red Dog while employing the Furious Death Battle and the Time Reversing Axis. As long as Bologue’s ether remained, he would not fall; and as for that ether, he intended to seize it from Red Dog’s very hands.

Secret Energy·Commanding Decree.

A palpable surge of ether enveloped Bologue’s weapon as he disregarded the Immovable Sword tearing at his shoulder. Consumed by rage, he drove the Vengeful Saw Axe into Red Dog’s abdomen. Its wickedly sharp serrated edges latched onto its target like the fangs of a predatory beast, trembling with bloodthirsty fervor, and let out a piercing shriek, akin to a wolf ensnared in iron, desperate to break free.

The Evil Spirit had been roused.

Red Dog tore himself free from the grip of the hand axe, only for the Swift Blade to lash out with renewed malice. Meanwhile, Bologue’s assault continued its relentless, wave-like pounding.

Initially, Red Dog could manage Bologue with relative ease. However, he soon realized that Bologue fought like a cornered beast, utterly unyielding. No matter how many times the Power of the Extreme Realm shattered Bologue’s bones or pierced his flesh, he would rise again, pouncing once more with a guttural roar.

If it were only Bologue, Red Dog might have coped. But with Lebius also fixated on him, Red Dog found himself besieged from all sides.

The jagged axe blades ground against each other, producing shrieks that seemed to tear the very air, a terrifying symphony of impending pain.

Bologue, abandoning the Swift Blade, seized the Vengeful Saw Axe with both hands. He leaped into the air, bringing the weapon down in a devastating cleave towards Red Dog’s head.

He couldn't afford to halt the First Seat. At the First Seat’s current speed, he might have already caught up to Geoffrey and Aimou. Bologue shuddered at the thought of what might transpire.

Bologue felt a heavy burden of self-reproach, yet in this dire predicament, facing a Seeker of Glory in their absolute prime, Bologue could discern no other viable recourse.

At this juncture, Bologue could only cling to the hope of the Decision Room's machinations, placing a desperate faith that the monstrous entity would not easily permit the King’s Secret Sword to achieve victory.

Beyond that, Bologue’s sole recourse was to vent all his accumulated fury upon Red Dog.

Kill him.

The blood drawn by the razor-sharp steel teeth swirled like a grim reaper’s cloak, instilling dread in all living things as the malevolent power radiating from the hand axe began to spread.

Bologue’s vision blurred, manifesting hallucinations of countless lives being extinguished beneath the relentless swing of his axe.

Red Dog once again flung Bologue aside. He pivoted, swinging his sword towards Lebius. The gathered Wolf Spirit empowered Lebius sufficiently to withstand the onslaught of the Power of the Extreme Realm. Though his form flickered, he managed to endure the blow.

Bologue, a tapestry of grievous wounds, like a mortally wounded predator, charged anew. Unbeknownst to Red Dog, subtle threads of ether were slowly seeping from Bologue’s injuries, flowing to replenish Bologue’s depleted reserves.

Red Dog began to falter, his focus wavering. It was at this critical moment that a bronze ripple emanated outwards, and the effects of the Time Ring’s stagnation commenced once more. This time, there was no external force to impede Red Dog.

Time rapidly drained from Red Dog. Lebius, closest to him, was caught within the temporal stasis. Bologue, too, was temporarily ensnared by the bronze undulations; to continue his assault would inevitably lead to his being frozen in time.

With his hair disheveled, Red Dog let out a roar and slashed towards Lebius’ head. Simultaneously, as if shattering the very bounds of imposed stagnation, Lebius’ body moved with unnatural agility.

Red Dog stared in disbelief, unable to comprehend how Lebius had achieved this feat until the sickening sounds of crushing armor and mangled flesh reached his ears.

Lebius exerted absolute command over his physical form, transcending the normal limits of human physiology. Perceiving himself as a Blade-Biting Wolf within the temporal stasis, he moved with fierce determination.

Lebius’ entire body contorted, blood and pure ether surging forth. Yet, under the influence of the bronze ripples, he suddenly swung the Swift Blade.

The stagnation shattered.

Red Dog stumbled back several paces, a ghastly gash marring his chest. He looked up at Lebius, devoid of any sensation of pain, and a laugh escaped his lips.

"I like you this way!"

Lebius offered no reply, his legs already bent at an impossible, non-human angle. Maintaining this grotesque posture, he advanced towards Red Dog.

"How long can you sustain this?" Red Dog continued his taunting.

His gaze flickered between Lebius and Bologue. Both fighters were employing methods that bordered on the supernatural to remain perpetually engaged in combat, their resilience only surrendering when they were utterly annihilated.

The Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid extended like a writhing tail, its Rage-Bite tip lashing out at Red Dog, disrupting his movements. Concurrently, Bologue swung his axe once more, its sharp fangs viciously tearing into flesh, sending blood spurting and painting the surroundings crimson.

Red Dog coughed, a ragged sound of pain. Caught in the pincer of their combined assault, he was nearing his absolute limit, yet his defiance remained unyielding, his arrogance untarnished by any fear of death.The relentless slaughter eventually grew wearisome, devolving into mere slashes, kills, and stabs. All three combatants sustained grievous wounds, their bodies becoming thoroughly saturated with blood. In a lapse of concentration, Red Dog appeared to succumb to fatigue. This momentary carelessness allowed Rage-Bite to decisively pierce his body, rending away layers of his armor. Shards scattered wildly, and within Bologue’s vision, only Red Dog’s unnerving smile was visible. Infused with the Power of the Extreme Realm, the Immovable Sword carved a deadly arc. Just as it was poised to completely obliterate Bologue’s form, the trajectory abruptly shifted, slicing towards Lebius on the other side.