Chapter 68 - Black Form Asta vs Mana Control Grim (2/2)
'Oh? If I clash with Asta again then I guess I can just repair my swords before they break.'
Thinking about his first clash with black form Asta, Grim realized that even though his swords were physical, every time his swords came into contact with the Asta's Demon Slayer, the magic surrounding the blades would be nullified. But if he was fast enough, then wouldn't it be possible for him to repair the blades faster than the anti-magic could negate it? If so, then he'd have no problem fighting Asta with pure swordsmanship.
Smiling to himself, he completely forgot that he was in the middle of a battle until Asta's black figure burst from the ground and charged back into the sky.
Grinning at the fact that he was still capable of fighting back, Grim used [Dust Whirlwind Cutter] to shoot down and meet him head on.
Feeling the wind whip against his face, the blood in his body started to become restless as every sensation he had sharpened.
*BANG!!*
Clashing their swords together mid air, a powerful shockwave that ripped the very trees from their roots echoed out as the two locked swords together.
'Its working!! ITS REALLY WORKING!!'
Using his magic to repair his swords faster than the anti-magic could negate the effects, Grim found himself fighting evenly with Asta in a head on battle. While he may not have been able to compete with him physically, his outrageous amount of mana made up for it.
So what if Asta broke his swords! He'd just fix them before they truly shattered.
*BANG!!*
*BANG!!*
Swinging their swords wildly, the sound of metal clashing against metal rung out as the two of them fought on even terms with Grim slowly gaining the advantage again.
*SWOOSH!!*
Dodging a well aimed neck strike, Grim slashed at Asta's torso and left two deep sword wounds on his body. As the fight extended, Grim learnt a very important fact. While Asta was stronger now compared to when he fought Ladros (physically) his consciousness was no longer then causing him to make simple mistakes that a conscious Asta wouldn't.
Angered by this fact, his strikes become a lot more viscous as he intended to completely crush Asta.
[Crazy Cutting]
Not holding back in the slightest, Asta was forced to defend as a flurry of deadly sword strikes bore down on him.
”H-He's winning!!” Noelle gasped from the ground.
”No.” Vanessa's lips trembled. ”He's killing him.”
”End this? Its just beginning.”
*BANG!!*
Having her dress flutter from the shockwave produced by their sword clashes, the Witch Queen turned to look at Vanessa.
”Vanessa will gather that which I dėsɨrė and eventually she will return to the forest. That it what my divination foretold. That is why I did not stop you from leaving with that... man.” She said the last part with mild disgust.
”Though I never would have thought that you return to me that child and a boy wielding anti-magic.”
”I-I did this...”
”Do you not understand Vanessa? Because you are my daughter, my family, you will never escape me, you are mine Vanessa. Everything you own belongs to me, your comrades, your emotions, your power, your very being, its all mine.”
”I-I don't belong to you.”
”Oh?” Hearing her daughter talk about to her, the witch queen raised her eyebrow as the battle above her raged.
”You say we're family but you don't know the first thing about what that means! You know nothing of love, compassion or heart! Someone as empty as you will never understand me or the bonds I've made! So don't you dare call me your family again! The only people I call my family is the BLACK BULLS!!”
*CRASH!!*
Crashing violently into the ground for the second time, a bloody and bruised up Asta crawled his way to his feet. Seeing his ragged figure and hearing the strain in his breathing, it didn't take much for Vanessa to understand that his body was on the brink of a breakdown and that if he fought any further then there would be a good chance of him dying.
”So you couldn't even defeat him despite using your new power... What an imperfect doll you are.” Seeing his pitiful body struggle to get back up, the Witch Queen sighed with annoyance. ”Guess I'll have to deal with him myself, at least make yourself useful and kill some of your comrades.”
'What!'
Tightening his hold on the Demon Slayer sword, the conscious-less Asta stumbled his way to the front of the crucified Noelle.
”A-Asta.”
'SHIT! I won't make it in time!' Seeing what Asta was about to do, Grim shot down from the sky with as much speed as [Breath of Wind] granted him.
”Watch how those bonds of yours are so easily broken.” The witch queen grinned and gave Asta the order.
”N-No- NO!!” Screaming at the top of her lungs, a violent red aura burst out from Vanessa grimoire as a small mass of red string formed and weaved itself into the shape of a cat.