Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 458:Demon Of Abyss
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A ferocious shockwave exploded from their collision. Snow and dust surged outward in a circular blast, cracking the nearby stones under immense force.
Ethan sensed it right away.
The man had parried his blow using just a single hand. And he accomplished it with total ease.
Despite the power surge from Battle Frenzy, Ethan's strike only forced the man back by half a step.
The masked man gazed at Ethan with silent intrigue.
"Interesting," he murmured softly.
Ethan's eyes narrowed sharply.
He had anticipated this outcome.
A Mythic Rank foe vastly outclassed any regular Legendary warrior.
Yet that wouldn't make him surrender easily.
Ethan spun his body and unleashed a fresh assault. This time, his sword thrust ahead in a flash.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
A flurry of rapid clashes echoed through the night.
Ethan struck relentlessly, his sword slicing the air at blinding speeds. Every blow held force enough to shatter rocks and rip armor apart.
However, the masked man evaded or deflected each one with serene accuracy.
At times, he wielded his dagger.
At others, he merely sidestepped.
The gap in their mastery stood out clearly.
After multiple clashes, the man finally retaliated. His dagger lunged forth.
Ethan just managed to twist aside.
The edge scraped his ribs, slicing his coat once more.
A slender trail of blood emerged.
Ethan leaped back a few meters and regulated his breath.
The masked man dipped his dagger a bit.
"You fight well for someone at your level," he stated evenly.
"But this is pointless."
Ethan smeared the blood from his side and flashed a slight grin.
As he moved, the injuries on his body started healing gradually.
Torn skin mended itself, halting the flow of blood. The masked man's eyes tightened faintly.
"Then why are you still standing there talking?" Ethan shot back.
The masked man hesitated briefly.
Then he let out a soft sigh.
He advanced, but barely stepped when a sword slashed through the air at him.
The abrupt strike compelled him to evade.
Ethan's eyes gleamed.
"Holy Sword Judgement!"
Dazzling light burst around him.
Numerous radiant swords materialized in the air, each pulsing with potent holy energy. They hurtled forward, piercing the ground encircling the masked man.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The swords embedded in a ring, crafting a luminous cage of light.
Energy chains linked the blades, locking the enclosed area.
For an instant, the masked man found himself confined. Should the prison seal shut, the fight would conclude at once.
Yet the man slithered like an eel.
His form contorted abruptly, squeezing through the closing space between swords. His motions proved so exact and swift that he broke free right before the barrier formed fully.
He tumbled away, landing beyond the prison.
"Damn…" Ethan whispered to himself.
This marked the initial failure of his sword judgement array.
Should I activate the bloodline blessing for more power?
Employing that ability might conclude the battle in a flash.
But Ethan wavered.
Should additional foes arrive, he could invoke that power only once, and deploying it prematurely might expose weaknesses.
The masked man darted swiftly across the field. He smashed the light swords sequentially, dodging the shining chains binding them.
CLANG! CLANG!
Multiple blades crumbled from his blows.
"Those swords are dangerous," the masked man remarked coolly as he circled the prison.
"But too bad you need to catch me first."
While speaking, the atmosphere near him shifted abruptly.
Oppressive weight blanketed the battlefield.
Even the breeze appeared to halt. Ethan noticed it instantly.
This highlighted the rank disparity.
The man hadn't unleashed his complete might yet. The masked man strode one step ahead.
Snow under his boot liquefied at once beneath his aura's crush.
"You are strong for a Legendary knight," he declared.
"But you are still a Legendary knight."
His form blurred out of sight.
Ethan's pupils contracted.
Far too swift.
The masked man materialized right behind him. The dagger glided soundlessly at Ethan's neck.
Yet in the final instant, Ethan contorted his frame.
The edge spared his throat by a mere whisker.
Ethan whipped his elbow rearward. The masked man parried once more. But Ethan chained it with a whirling cut.
The sword compelled the man to retreat a touch.
Nevertheless, the masked man pivoted sharply at the end and thrust his palm with crushing might.
The blow hammered toward Ethan's chest like a battering ram.
But prior to impact—
An aged, raspy voice boomed suddenly over the battlefield.
"Aren't you ashamed dealing with kids who isn't even one fifth of your age?"
The voice sounded ancient and composed.
Yet the force it unleashed proved utterly horrifying. An unseen power saturated the atmosphere in an instant. Ethan along with the masked man stood rigidly frozen.
A frigid shiver suddenly slithered down the masked man's spine.
An odd sensation of familiarity suddenly washed over him.
With reluctance and slowness, he raised his gaze toward the shadows past the wrecked battlefield.
The sight halted his breath completely. From the sky's murky blackness, a pair of eyes locked onto him.
Deep, icy, and utterly fearsome they appeared.
A primal craving burned in those eyes, poised to consume all in existence.
The masked man's legs buckled just a bit.
"Those gazes…" he murmured.
"No… it can't be…"
Realization hit, sending tremors through his voice.
"Shouldn't you be held up in Ruthiana?"
Ragged gasps escaped his lips.
"So what is the demon of Abyssal doing here?"
Silence gripped the battlefield for a brief moment.
Then—
"HOHOOOO!"
A mild laugh resounded across the night.
Yet it thundered explosively over the icy expanse. The earth quivered faintly as the mirth swept the battlefield.
Beyond the shattered pillars in the gloom, a silhouette gradually advanced.
He strode forward with utter composure, as though eternity lay ahead.
Cold gusts softly billowed his long coat, his aura bearing down oppressively on the environs.
The atmosphere itself thickened with his nearing steps.
Ethan observed with keen attention. The arrival resembled a commonplace elder upon initial view, yet an profoundly alien vibe radiated from him.
Vast and primordial, his aura stretched endlessly.
Facing him evoked the presence of a slumbering monster.
Hands clasped behind his back, the elder regarded the masked killer with eyes twinkling in delight.
"Never knew someone remembered that old name of mine," he remarked.
Playfulness tinged his words, though the immense strength beneath was impossible to miss.
Once more, laughter burst from him.
"Ahaha… what an honor to be remembered by those old times."
Tension gripped the masked man's face.