Reborn as an Extra Chapter 649: I will not retreat Again... Part-8.
Previously on Reborn as an Extra...
Trembling hands shook as Lia retrieved a high-grade mana recovery potion from her space ring, gulping it down amid coughs.
[Your injuries are too severe; use the healing potion Riya provided earlier; her healing potions outperform standard high-grade ones...]
[Allow me to activate the ’Wings of Light’ spell, and we’ll withdraw from this battlefield immediately-]
Kai’s words were cut off as Lia interrupted.
"No... we cannot retreat..."
Stunned by her statement, Kai shot back instantly!
[What nonsense is that!? You’re teetering on the edge of death! Even the hidden power in your necklace has vanished!]
[Divine spirit manifestation magic is beyond you now; summoning me once today has already strained your body, mind, and soul too much!]
[Don’t attempt it again! Every enemy lies dead!]
Lia refused the healing potion, shaking her head; instead, she leaped aside in haste!
"You’re mistaken; not all foes are slain..."
Proving her claim, a massive broadsword plummeted from above, smashing into her former position!
Debris scattered wildly as a mighty shockwave erupted across the area!
Lia narrowly evaded the strike, then gripped her sword one-handed in a defensive stance while channeling spirit magic to her stomach wound with the other hand to stem the blood flow.
"That attack truly caught me off guard! So this is the might of a genuine legendary skill! HAHAH!!!"
"It’s no surprise they mock me as ’defective’... I admit, against this authentic legendary skill’s power... mine truly falls short..."
With an entertained smirk, Rahn descended slowly beside his embedded sword.
His face bore a broad grin, yet his entire left upper torso had vanished.
A ’slash’ shaped wound marked him, as if cleaved by a diagonal sword strike.
From shoulder to waist, his left side was obliterated; guts spilled forth, restrained only by miasma.
His heart, bisected, had ceased its beat entirely.
One foot in the grave already, Rahn extended his sole unharmed arm to grasp his sword and face Lia directly.
[Ugh! He endured!?... Did his inferior legendary skill version grant extra resistance to Rio’s ’Sword Intent’!?]
Users of legendary skills possess greater defenses against assaults employing such skills.
This explained why Rio’s masterful sword intent faltered against Link despite devastating others!
Rio’s sword intent embedded in Lia’s necklace was a diluted, disorganized form compared to what he wielded post-encounter with the dwarf boy in the dwarf kingdom.
Thus, Rahn’s peak S-ranker vitality and legendary skill resistance let him narrowly cheat death.
Rio’s lingering sword intent ravaged him internally, causing Kai to briefly lose track of his presence and assume him deceased!
"Phew... Better he survived... I’d hate for Rio to hog the spotlight at this battle’s end..."
[Now’s not the moment for such thoughts!? You’re viewing this as mere practice!? Blood loss will kill you soon!]
Kai’s concerns rang true, yet Lia ignored them entirely; her focus locked onto Rahn.
"You wish to prolong this fight too... that’s why you hauled your dying carcass here, isn’t it?"
Rahn’s demonic grin widened at her words as he assumed his sword stance.
"I am Rahn Wyarden, Fourth Demon General of the Demon Race. Declare your name, Fearless Warrior..."
Demons revered strength; witnessing Lia stand defiant despite grievous wounds commanded Rahn’s respect.
He detected her near-fatal state and dire internals, yet her bold challenge earned admiration.
Lia returned the demon’s smile and replied,
No further words were needed; only slaughter or survival remained!
Lia charged at Rahn, slashing her sword in a fierce downward sweep.
Their blades clashed, but Lia didn’t commit fully to that strike; the swing served as mere bait.
As swords met, she darted to Rahn’s wounded flank and hammered a full-force punch into the gash!
Balance shattered, Rahn flew back meters, his organ containment faltering as blood spewed from his lips!
Undeterred, he propelled forward the instant he landed by kicking the sand below.
His pseudo-legendary skill moistened the grains, launching a barrage of hundreds of wet sand arrows!
Dodging sideways, Lia summoned a divine magic shield for protection.
To her dismay, the sand arrows struck harmlessly, mimicking feeble, flawed assaults.
Before comprehension dawned, Rahn rammed her with a brutal shoulder charge, hurling her airborne!