Chapter 152: My Lord (2/2)

”Tell me what happened earlier.”

Before Arthur could stop himself, it came out as a command rather than a request. He didn't know who was talking, but he sounded calm and distant even to himself.

”After you went into the chamber, a heavenly presence radiated from inside. The fortress shook to the core as the metal started bending, the runes started shining, and space started twisting. Everything seemed to be united in their desire to show their obedience, and so was I, My Lord.”

”Okay, stop.” Arthur almost threw up blood at his words. He was grateful that someone was there to tell him what happened, but he wished it was someone who wouldn't say such things. ”Li, please don't tell anyone about this.”

”Yes, My Lord.”

”And please don't call me that.”

”I will try, My Lord.”

Arthur felt like punching this guy in the face. He sighed as he looked at the training hall. Even though it was a bit ruined and still mending itself, his itch was unbearable.

”Can we do some sparring?” Arthur asked Li and the man nodded. They both took their position and Arthur decided to refrain from using his dagger.

He knew he was still a lot weaker than Li, but he wanted to use his full power against someone. The manablood inside of him was like an endless river as it provided him with the energy he needed.

The metal underneath his barefoot started denting downward as the mana gathered at his soles. His body leaned forward before he bolted like lightning in the darkest storm across the training room.

The scenery blurred around him, but his perception allowed him to see every nook and cranny in the training hall as well as Li's unmovable body.

He flexed his arms as the air made a wheezing sound as it tore through it. With a straight punch toward Li, Arthur used his manablood to amplify its strength.

Li blocked the punch with his sword and the two stopped midair for a second. With a loud explosive sound, the two sides were pushed back but they held they held their ground.

Arthur grinned at the exhilaration of releasing this unprecedented amount of strength. Every punch he made would create booms and explosions as it tore through the air. His mana felt endless, supplying him with the strength he wanted.

Arthur threw the next punch, Li blocked. Arthur lowered his body as he kicked from underneath but Li used his foot to stop it. The two exchanged a dozen blows in a few seconds until their afterimages blurred into one.

”I'm going serious,” Arthur warned as he couldn't hold himself back any longer. He wanted to know how much strength he could wield. How destructive he could become.

Li nodded and Arthur activated his legacy rune. New limits of his body were released his manablood was burned as fuel to amplify his every stat.

Golden light surrounded his body as his hair fluttered in the whirling air. He felt the power course through him as his body cracked and roared, restless to release the power it held within. He bolted again, destroying the ground he stood on.

His body was like a released arrow, the wind buzzed in his ears as he approached Li in an instant. The masked man used his ability as a pressure descending on Arthur, but he didn't slow down his sprint.

With a powerful stomp on the ground, Arthur punched again. His mana burned as he reached a level of exhilaration from the adrenaline rush. His breath was ragged with excitement as he felt his fist connect against Li's sword.

This time, mana exploded everywhere as the ground started breaking apart underneath them. Neither side backed down and Arthur felt like he was trying to take down a mountain.

'So, this is the difference in stats.' Arthur realized that Li wasn't giving it his all. He wanted more strength, but he knew this was his limit. His manablood was already showing signs of decreasing rapidly despite how endless it felt a few moments ago.

However, Arthur wanted to push past that limit. With a roar, he used every strength in his body and burned every bit of mana at once. His fist pushed Li back for the briefest moment before Arthur felt Li counterattack. The next moment, he was sent flying across the training hall like a broken kite.