221 An Interesting Figh (1/2)
Shooting like a bullet towards the sky, at every step Helial jumped about ten meters higher, getting closer and closer to Pseudonym. Helial's body, covered with white flames, seemed to belong to a celestial being, despite the fact that illusory horns had appeared on the boy's head and strange symbols covered some of his fingers.
Whenever he placed his foot on a Runic Framework, created above the flames, he was able to walk in mid-air.
While Pseudonym had used the Black Flame of the Phoenix to condense two artificial wings, Helial could not have done the same. Coming from a Qilin, its flame could not assume properties unrelated to its origin; just like a Qilin, Helial could never have wings. Therefore, he had decided to follow Kirin's example, using his flames to touch the ceiling of the skies.
Wings? Who needed them!
BOOM BOOM BOOM
With each step, mini-explosions were generated which made Helial jump towards Pseudonym at an exorbitant speed.
At that point, the boy raised an arm, brandishing Curse of the Demon in mid-air, and the whole world seemed to darken, while Helial's Aura looked more and more like that of a Devil.
The sword above his head, Helial had the same pose he had taken when he had been able to hurt Cesar's palm. Accumulating Mana to launch the most devastating attack in his arsenal, Helial smiled placidly.
If he had been able to scratch an Immortal, then he would have been able to create problems for a warrior in the Third Phase. Pseudonym's real strength was superior to his Phase, but it didn't matter: after all, he couldn't be stronger than Cesar, couldn't he?
Helial was about to launch his attack when Pseudonym appeared in front of him with devastating speed, taking him by surprise.
”A fight of a few seconds is not interesting,” croaked the armour.
Helial frowned.
Pseudonym's Aura had just fallen to the Initial stage of the Second Phase. The warrior was holding back his potential to fight on par with Helial!
The young disciple of the King felt wounded in his pride.
”Did you get here? Well, you are worthy of crossing swords with me,” said Pseudonym, suddenly throwing both his black blades at his opponent.
The words of the legend of Orma did nothing but put salt in the wound. Helial had believed he could fight the Champion without any kind of mercy on his part.
With a roar capable of tearing the sky, Helial clasped both hands around the hilt of Curse of the Demon and struck a blow against Pseudonym.
The two black swords of the Champion stopped in a scissor-like grip against Helial's enormous pitch-black weapon. A terrifying shock wave was generated, which razed to the ground within a radius of 50 meters, opening a crack in the ground below them.
Releasing the tension in his arms, Helial loosened the grip that held the swords and Curse of the Demon stuck. Then, with a swift movement, he sent the black weapons back to their owner's hands.
The corners of Helial's mouth rose, forming a smile.
Looking defiantly at Pseudonym, Helial sensed that the armour was also having fun. It must have been difficult for the legend of Orma to find someone who could counteract his superhuman power.
However, Helial could not deny that, as excited as he might feel, Pseudonym's attack had had a devastating effect on him. His arms were sore and a large bleeding wound had opened between his thumb and forefinger. And he had only faced one exchange!
Even if the wound had closed in a few seconds, thanks to the young man's frightening regenerative abilities, the meaning of that injury was terribly eloquent: Pseudonym had reduced his Aura to the same level as Helial, but in any case remained superior to him in a direct clash.
Pointing a hand to the enemy's chest, Helial snorted coldly.
Skill Activated:
Death Flame Pistol
Lv: 2
Rank: Master
Degree of Knowledge: Energy Manipulation
Radius: 100 meters
Damage: 43.000-50.000
Present Effects:
Damage decreases proportionately the increase in distance.
Cost: 1.000 Mana
Casting time: 0,5 Sec
Efficiency: 99.9%