Chapter 275: Battle of Generations (2/2)

The entire world sat still on the three days that the battle took place for. All the people would forever remember the fear and anxiety they felt. They would all tell the tales of the Battle of Generations.

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Arthur felt chills due to his drenched sweaty body getting hit by the morning's cold breeze. He failed to count how many times he would have died if not for the gear his son had crafted, and the accessories made solely for the sake of saving his life when all else would have failed. His Legendary grade saber worked harder than ever as it realized the pickle its master was in. Weapons made by Ed had a faint thread of consciousness that grew bigger the more attached the weapon became to the master.

Arthur's saber had pushed itself to the extreme, balancing the usage of Qi with the performance required, all in order to allow him to fight for the longest. However, such a thing resulted in it overworking itself. Once the battle was over, it would break and crumble no doubt. But, since the battle was not still going on, it held on.

Arthur continued to battle Dawlish, the two getting drenched by sweat and blood. Neither of them felt this much pressure, not since they trained with their parents, dozens of years ago. They used their trump cards over and over again in order to gain the upper hand but failed each time. Their bodies croaked and groaned while their spirits screamed in pain and agony. The healing potions they both had no longer worked as if their bodies developed immunity to them. They had overused them. They could only rely on their Qi to heal them in time.

The two of them rushed at each other, eyes squinted and muscles twice their normal size. They attacked each other with everything they had left and were blown away the same distance. Once more they clashed, and again they kept clashing. Before he knew it, Arthur had a deep cut across his left eye, which he could no longer use. Luckily for him, Dawlish had lost two fingers on his dominant hand, causing him to switch to the right hand.

The two stared at each other, their breaths heavy and uneven, and their bodies dull and rigid, unwilling to move. Yet, due to the explosion of auras at Erykytos' place, they moved subconsciously.

Dawlish was a second late, and Arthur couldn't let this chance go. He raised his saber high, as if he meant to cleave the sky in half, and swung down with all of his might. The weapon soared and sang as it split the air in half, until it blew open Dawlish's shoulder, and cut deep down until it found the heart.

Dawlish's mouth burst open due to the blood gushing out, but he didn't fall down. Arthur smiled and looked proud, even as he himself couldn't hold the blood back from rushing out of his mouth. Due to his blind side, he failed to take notice of Dawlish's sword coming from his left. He was too absorbed in the moment and couldn't feel his arm being severed, and his chest being torn apart by the great sword.

The two figures stood still, covered in their own blood, as the sun's rays shone down on them. Ed and Johan felt their heads move, against their wills, as they stared at their parents' bloodied, yet gallant figures.