222 Chapter 221 - Bat wings (1/2)

In the Soul of Helial, a boy with a black fringe was sipping a cup of boiling black tea. Iblis stopped drinking and, placing his finger on the white porcelain cup, slowly began to brush its edge.

A harmonious melody was evoked by that simple gesture and, gradually, the sound became louder and louder.

With each of Pseudonym's steps towards Helial, the sound seemed to become more intense and to rise an octave.

A slight dent in the black steel armour was the result of the boy's last attack. All around, the landscape had been razed to the ground by the explosion.

Helial's right arm hung helplessly along his body, covered with a web of blood and exploded capillaries.

Iblis stopped rotating his finger on the cup. ”It's an impossible fight,” he mumbled, sipping his tea. A light noise, caused by the lips Black flames to sip the drink, was the only thing capable of breaking the silence full of solitude within the Soul of Helial.

If Iblis had stopped playing with his cup, then where did the new melody Helial could hear come from? The boy understood that the new sound did not come from his Soul, but from somewhere else, not far away.

But Iblis, who watched the confrontation with resignation, knew that someone was responding to him.

Even Pseudonym, for a moment, seemed to hear a high-pitched and intense sound, like a finger sliding on a porcelain cup, which seemed to take hold inside his head.

The Champion shook his head and continued to fight.

Skill Activated:

Dance of the Phoenix

Leaping forward, Pseudonym broke the sound barrier.

Helial looked bitterly at his arm before laughing at the sky. Had he done all this just to leave a small dent on Pseudonym's armour?

And his opponent had also decided to activate the most powerful Skill he had.

The situation seemed to be dire for Helial.

”Well, by now,” the Devil chuckled, ”you should be used to dyi-”, but the words died in his throat when he saw something before his eyes. What was going on was not a simple clash. It was as if the memories of a past life were passing in front of his eyes.

Helial, against all expectations, raised his arm, which should have been shattered by the enormous power he had used to activate Death Flame Pistol. This is what happens when you try to take on too great a power.

However, his wounds began to heal visibly, while a very strange sensation shook his body.

He suddenly felt invincible.

He understood immediately.

He looked at the runes on his fingers and did not need to know more.

The colour of the runes had gone from the usual yellowish to a strange light blue, which bristled with energy. The Runes had even begun to give off sparks, as if they were about to jump out of Helial's skin at any moment and come to life.

In a majestic black flash, Curse of the Demon appeared in the hands of Helial, who launched himself into attack, even before Pseudonym could end the movements of Dance of the Phoenix.

Was the prey going to be delivered between the hunter's jaws?

Still, the strange premonition that had grown more and more in Iblis' heart showed no sign of disappearing from the boy's pitch black irises. The figures of Helial and Pseudonym slowly began to overlap to one of the biggest clashes of the past ages.

Without either of the fighters knowing, what had started as a training was about to become an epochal, legendary battle.

Helial spread his arms, screaming at Pseudonym, which was higher up.

The surrounding landscape was levelled with each blow that the two warriors exchanged, intertwined in a mortal dance. It seemed that there would be nothing left after they finished there.

Although Pseudonym had deliberately lowered his Aura to get to the Initial stage of the Second Phase, to be at the same level as Helial, his advantage continued to be huge.

The only thing that allowed Helial to stand was the terrifying amount of Mana that circulated within his Meridians and Runic Condensation.

Thanks to Runic Condensation, which had now risen to Master rank, Helial had no problem returning Pseudonym's blows, therefore damaging his armour in several places.

The animals and monsters living in the forest where they had met had all escaped and had retracted their Auras, to avoid getting involved, terrified by the amount of energy unleashed by that fight.