Endless Evolution: Last Star Chapter 1686: Dark Knight (Part 2)

In the Hollow Lands, Phantoms seldom showed themselves, forcing Loargh, Sarka, and Vyora to depend entirely on their personal power.

They hadn't fully realized yet that a different fighter accompanied them—one who differed from them by not being a monster.

However, the Dark Knight understood this Phantom had posed a danger since the outset.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

Shards flew from the imaginary blade as it broke apart, but the Dark Knight’s sword carried just a tiny mark.

Sarka flashed a broad grin, observing the Dark Knight’s posture.

"Hah! Looks like he’s finally starting to take this fight seriously! Great job, Adam!"

She moved to slap his shoulder in approval, yet something halted her abruptly.

’Agh?’

He clutched two blades resembling smaller versions of the scissor edges. Transparent and light-bending, they gained form solely from the purple glow tracing their edges.

Whoooooosh!

Adam surged ahead in an instant, arriving directly before the Dark Knight, who still reeled from the prior strike.

High overhead, Adam lifted the imaginary blades, ready to slam them down upon the Dark Knight with maximum force.

This power had nearly vanquished Vaarh, among his toughest foes.

Time had elapsed considerably since, particularly during training at the Sky Cube with Tron. Adam now wielded his skills with greater precision, including these imaginary blades.

BAM!

Both blades hammered into the Dark Knight, clashing against his sword.

A shockwave spread outward, making the tall grass tips and concealed black flowers sway wildly.

His helmet concealed the Dark Knight’s eyes, leaving only amber glows visible, yet all sensed his attack had struck him differently.

Silence held as his posture stayed firm.

’Wait...’ Vyora blinked repeatedly. ’Are you saying he’s wary of Adam’s blades but not my meteorite? What the hell?!’

Adam pressed on relentlessly, hoisting his blades for repeated slashes downward.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

With each assault from Adam, the Dark Knight lifted his sword to parry both blades together. Step by step, retreat became inevitable, distancing him more from the Frenzied Shard—his sole vulnerability.

Sarka squinted sharply.

’If he keeps this up, that knight will be open for a strike! Ha! I’ll be the one to end this fight!’

Whooooosh!

At such close range, a single sword couldn't fend off both incoming blades.

The cape quivered instantly, draping over his left side like an impenetrable steel barrier.

Dang!

Full force, the imaginary blade crashed into the cape, failing to mar its astonishingly tough fabric. Not one of the three red eyes or pupils flickered erratically—this blow lacked sufficient power.

’He risked piercing my armor to injure me, yet he failed,’ the Dark Knight mused, clenching his sword harder. ’Now it’s my turn to strike!’

THRUST!

Blood spurted suddenly from the Dark Knight’s shoulder, pain surging through him.

Disbelief seized the Dark Knight as he looked up into Adam’s steady, assured eyes.

’What? How?!’ He gaped at Adam’s blades—none had touched him.

At that instant, though, the Dark Knight failed to grasp Adam possessed more than a mere pair.

Turning, the Dark Knight spotted the imaginary blade buried deeply in his shoulder, wedged precisely between armor segments.

Whooooosh!

With a gesture from Adam, over thirty imaginary blades hurtled airborne, matching the size of his scissor blades.

"Try blocking this with your strange coat."

Tap.

Leaping away, Adam fixed his gaze on the Dark Knight.

Deliberately, he dropped his blade’s tip toward the Dark Knight, akin to a commander rallying troops.

Simultaneously, every imaginary blade whirled faster before plummeting together onto one mark.

His final act was flaring the cape into a full defensive dome enveloping him.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

Blade by blade, the imaginary weapons battered the shadowy dome. Many bounced off, foiled by its robust shell, yet each impact shook the three eyes harder.

Adam observed with focus.

’First.’

One pupil started quivering, he noted.

’Second.’

The following eye mirrored it, descending into frenzy.

’And the third...’

The final eye erupted in the same chaos. Precisely then, red light blazed over the cape, draining its formidable might.

Thrust! Thrust!

Through the shadowy veil, the last two imaginary swords carved ruthlessly. Straight into the Dark Knight’s flanks drove their razor edges.

"GRH!!!"

As the Dark Knight unleashed an agonized roar, twin torrents of blood sprayed across the earth.

Crimson taint spread over the withered yellow grass and scattered black blooms, unseen for ages.

"Gha... Gha... Gha..."

Ragged gasps from the Dark Knight reverberated while the imaginary swords burst into shards, tumbling into his pooling blood at his feet.

Adam’s held blades dissolved too, blood dribbling from the edge of his lips.

’Tsk.’ He wiped the droplet clean. ’Even thirty blades push it too far, huh?’

Clang!

Slamming his sword into the dirt, the Dark Knight channeled twin surges of dark energy to his gashes.

"Good strike, young Phantom." His gravelly voice boomed as the blood flow halted.

Merely moments later, he stood tall once more, primed for combat. Injuries like those wouldn’t drop him.

Yet for the others, it opened a straight shot to triumph.

Loargh grinned slyly.

"Hah, so he bleeds just like us, after all? Great, that means we no longer have any reason to hold back. Vyora, I see a path to victory."

His eyes blazed with fervor as she whipped around.

Loargh poised to ignite his Hollow Mark.