Chapter 143: Hastam VS Lucas (1/2)

When Hastam had heard the young voice and turned around. He was surprised to see who had called out to him. It was the young boy who he was meant to meet tomorrow in the tournament. Lucas bell.

Lucas strangely had a large square like object wrapped up in cloth on his back. It almost looked like he was carrying a guitar or musical instrument behind him.

But what surprised Hastam more than anything, was the fact that there was a spirit floating by the boy's side, not only that but the spirit currently floating by Lucas's body, was Lucas himself.

”Is the spirit currently in control?” Hastam thought.

Lucas who had been trapped this whole time and had decided there was nothing he could do for now. He needed to wait for the right moment, any second now he felt like a breakthrough was coming and that was when he would challenge Mortem to a duel.

But as Lucas looked at the person in front of him, Lucas recognised that the man to had a spirit. However, he wasn't surprised by this, for just a few moments ago he had met four other people with spirits too.

When Mortem looked at Xin and Hastam. He could feel a strange feeling surge through his and Mortem's body. It wasn't like when she had met the others, and a smile appeared on her face.

”Run, get out of here!” Lucas shouted.

Although Hastam didn't know what was going on, he could see the fear in Lucas's eyes, the dread on his face. It was the look of a prisoner.

The smile on Mortem's face grew as it reached out for the cloth-like object on its back, as the cloth fell down a large scythe was revelled, the same scythe which Mortem had emerged from.

”What the, how the hell did they get that weapon in here?” Hastam thought, ”What happened to the security?”

However, he didn't have much time to think. The scythe was quickly swung from the side and if he didn't do anything, he felt like his body was going to be cut in half.

Hastam then rolled down from the centre stage and onto the floor avoiding the blow.

”Hey, why are you trying to kill me!?” Hastam shouted above, ”You know if you kill me you will be tracked down forever.”

”Then I'll just have to get rid of all those that get in my way, won't I” Mortem replied.

”This spirit is pure evil!” Xin said, ”Just the killing intent coming of it is making me feel sick. There is no use reasoning with something like this.”

Mortem then jumped down from the stage with her scythe held over her shoulder. Right now, Hastam could do nothing but run, after all, he had no weapon to fight against her with. He had never expected something like this to happen in a hundred years.

Hastam regularly practised with spears and staffs back in Germany but that didn't mean he took it out with him everywhere he went in case of an emergency. He started to back away from the stage and away from Lucas but made sure not to turn his back.

And it turned out it was the right thing to do. Even though the distance between the two of them was around that of ten meters, Mortem swung out her scythe and this time, a purple energy had left the blade.

”Of course she could do that!”

Hastam then looked around the room to see if there was anything he could use, then he spotted some construction that was going on nearby, repairs that were being made to the stage. They had built a platform using bamboo shoots instead of metal.

After jumping and rolling out of the way of the purple strike. Hastam continued to dash and bolted forward towards the building work.

Mortem then continuously threw out lines and lines of Dark energy towards Hastam, each missing him by an inch or so. But the dark energy wouldn't just stop there. It continued to go forward and hit the stands, causing large cut marks across the floors and walls.

Then when Hastam was close enough he focused his mind and a red aura appeared around his hand. He swung his hand at the bamboo leg holding up one of the platforms. A cut was made, then he swung his hand once again creating his own makeshift wooden staff.

”Lucas, I'll save you!” Hastam shouted as he dashed forward now going towards Mortem.

This whole time, Lucas had never thought something like this would happen. Someone who was strong and skilful enough to actually fight Mortem had arrived and someone who could see him.

This whole time Lucas had been relying on his own powers to get stronger, suddenly he felt like there was hope.

However, that hope was quickly lost.

Mortem then held her weapon back behind her, this time for a second longer than the times before. She lifted it above her head and swung the scythe down.