Endless Debt Chapter 1222 - 49: Silver

The tremor of explosive sounds was continuous, waves of impact one after another, like relentless heavy punches striking Bologue’s body. In the swirling debris, scars blossomed on the surface of Bologue’s body, the Shadow Blade grazed by, and blood gushed in an instant.

"You don’t seem very humorous."

Bologue laboriously thrust down the Gripping Resentment, and the blade plowed a distance of several meters on the ground, slowly bringing Bologue’s figure to a halt. Ahead of Bologue, the Regent King strode forward.

"I just simply think that Serey is not a person worthy of respect, and frankly speaking, I kind of despise him. What do you think?"

The Regent King countered, the Shadow Blade instantly grew several meters long, directly touching Bologue’s surroundings.

Immediately, Bologue leaped up, dodging the lethal horizontal slash, the narrow slit flashed by the surrounding buildings, causing the high-rise to collapse.

"That I admit, he’s indeed nothing good," Bologue’s words took a turn, "but he’s at least better than you!"

Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid constructed a dense barrage of steel rain, interspersed with crimson hues. Amid high-speed friction, the Red Mercury mixed within the metal was ignited and exploded, transforming into roaring flames that engulfed the Regent King.

The blinding glow obscured all of the Regent King’s vision, yet with the Seeker of Glory’s ether vibration, the flame waves and ripples dissipated entirely, leaving the Regent King standing steadily within, undisturbed.

At this moment, as the Regent King searched for Bologue’s figure again, he found him now positioned atop another tall building.

Bologue panted as he looked down at the Regent King, one hand supporting his sword and the other gripping his abdomen. After the high-intensity combat, Bologue’s ethereal amount had been mostly exhausted, even the regenerative speed of his flesh had noticeably slowed.

Empress?

Words mentioned by the Regent King flashed through Bologue’s mind, prompting a sense of ridicule and absurdity.

According to Bologue’s speculation, the Regent King should have been born from the blood donation of Olivia, the Night King is the origin of all, Serey is a generation after the Night King, and by the time it reached the Regent King’s generation, he belongs to the third generation.

The Regent King is pureblood, but the pureblood he carries will only become more diluted if passed down further.

Speaking of wanting Olivia to witness his success to become a new generation Empress of the Night Race, in reality, the Regent King merely wants to turn Olivia into a pureblood mother. As long as he has Olivia, the Regent King would have a continuous supply of high-purity pure blood to further strengthen the new generation of the Night Race.

They would spread like a virus, and Bologue must nip this in the bud.

Berserk rage! Berserk rage!

The Regent King sensed Bologue’s surging fury. As the intensity of the battle increased, the Regent King grew ecstatic, his figure began to distort, blur, suddenly vanished, and reappeared above Bologue’s head.

The roar brought by rapid movement arrived belatedly.

The Shadow Blade slashed down, by the Regent King’s calculation, this strike would split Bologue’s head, but Bologue would self-heal in about a dozen seconds. This strike wouldn’t kill Bologue, but it could deplete his ether.

The pitch-black shadow rapidly enlarged in Bologue’s pupils. As a professional, what the Regent King could foresee, Bologue could naturally anticipate as well.

Their predictions, like foreseeing the future, each move would lead to different results.

"Hah!"

Bologue roared loudly, reflecting the glow of his soul in his eyes.

Soul Shards, fully ignited.

This time, the Regent King’s composed demeanor finally showed slight change, his expression carried a bit of shock.

Bologue, supposedly fallen into ether exhaustion, unexpectedly rebooted, his ethereal amount swiftly rising, the bursting power filled his chest, even the Regent King’s seemingly sluggish cut suddenly accelerated, blocking the head-splitting blow of the Shadow Blade.

The collision of two streams of ether annihilated a vast quantity of matter, forming a terrifying vacuum crater beneath their feet.

"What is this?"

The Regent King was filled with confusion, it was his first time witnessing such power.

"You’ll know once you win!"

Bologue’s offensive became increasingly deadly and swift. The ether brought by the burning of the soul shards was his only remaining power, he had to utilize every bit of it.

In an instant, their speed seemed to accelerate multiple times, like the fast-forward button was pressed on a film, the terrifying sword fight was extremely intense, the blades clashed, producing a series of ear-piercing metallic clashes, each slash carried destructive power, shattering the surrounding structures, dust filled the air, broken walls and debris flew everywhere.

The Regent King’s composed demeanor gradually became serious, and with it came the increasing pressure on Bologue. His body was ravaged by the intense battle, covered in scars, yet Bologue’s battle spirit only grew more fervent.

In a trance, Bologue gradually forgot about everything else, life and death, intelligence, goals... one by one, these things were stripped away from his mind, leaving only the purest, most primal, berserker rage.

Though the Vengeful Saw Axe was not at Bologue’s side, its long-term use had already infused that violent aura into Bologue’s bloodstream, until this moment it was fully released and burst forth.

The Regent King also seemed to be infected by this atmosphere, in the moment their blades clashed, they laughed maniacally, as if relishing every bit of their deadly duel.

Bologue and the Regent King were both top-notch swordsmen, their awareness and skill were immensely outstanding, every sword technique was full of change, incredibly rapid; their movements were too fast to be caught by the naked eye, cunning, filled with murderous intent.