122 Chapter 122: Pride Comes Before a Fall (2/2)
”Leo,” I instructed. The golden, majestic lion nodded at me as he anticipated my next order. ”Regulus.”
A golden pillar of light burst out of the king of beasts. It struck the helpless Franklin, who was still spinning in the air, and detonated.
”GEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!”
That must really hurt. I was already wincing just from hearing him shriek in pain.
To be fair, Leo was the Constellation spirit closest in power to my Celestial Guardians. I would even go so far as to say that he was on par with White Tiger. The two made great rivals. That was why it took me so long to summon Leo.
Still, it was pathetic, really. I was using less than one-fifth of Leo's full power so as not to kill Franklin, but he looked as if he was half-dead from that single attack. Again, I was not a psychopath, so I had no intention of murdering him in front of a large crowd. Yes, he was arrogant and got on my nerves, but who the fuck murdered people over such a trivial reason!?
It wasn't as if he killed my dad and raped my girlfriend. Seriously, if you guys are so bloodthirsty, go read Martial God Asura or something.
I watched as Franklin hit the ceiling before plummeting back to the ground. He smashed into the golden marble, throwing up chunks of concrete and stone over himself.
”You…you…monster!” Franklin hollered in both fear and fury, holding his face. It turned out that he had taken the full brunt of Regulus there. I sighed in disappointment when I realized I had failed to break his jawbone. It meant that he would still be able to talk for a while. Perhaps I should have used more than one-fifth of Leo's power when casting Regulus, after all.
Well, at the very least I seemed to have scarred his pretty face. Not that it mattered. Any basic healing spell would completely remove the scars anyway.
”DIVINE JUDGEMENT!”
This time, I faced down the oncoming torrent of light. Holding out my right hand, I intoned, ”Scutum Sobiescianum.”
The Shield of Sobieski materialized in front of me. The massive blast of white mana slammed against the shield futilely before dispersing, the attack being rendered useless against its impenetrable defense.
Franklin stared at me in disbelief. ”No way…how…how…this is impossible…”
”Stop spluttering and be a man,” I snapped, disgusted by his whimpering. And this was the guy who looked down on me for being a low-class commoner. ”If you're going to panic every time something doesn't go your way, you're never going to win. Not that you ever had a chance in the first place.”
I suddenly realized the real reason for insults, gloating, bragging and mockery. Psychological warfare. If I could get under my opponent's skin, he would inevitably make mistakes that he normally wouldn't, and I could open up a bigger advantage between us. I wasn't fond of indulging in such psychological warfare, but if someone used it against me, I had no qualms in using it right back at him.
”I don't need you to tell me that!” Franklin bellowed.
Really? I sneered inwardly. Because you don't look like you're able to keep your cool.
”Franklin Style: Royal Thrust!”
A strong beam of light lanced from his sword toward me.
I simply blocked it with Sobieski's Shield. The light ricocheted off my shield and dispersed harmlessly. Moving Scutum Sobiescianum aside, I began approaching Franklin in a slow and deliberate manner. A smile crept across my face as I closed the distance between us.
”No…no!” Franklin backed away from me, shaking his head in denial. ”Don't come near me! Don't come near me! Stay away!”
”What was all that big talk earlier for?” I asked, revolted by his sniveling, cowardly behavior. ”Are you really just a bag of hot air?”
”S…shut up!”
”So, are you giving up?” I asked, taking another step toward him. ”Or should I continue attacking?”
”Fuck you! I…I will never lose to a lowly commoner like you!”
”Then what are you doing right now? You don't look like you're winning.” Sighing, I shook my head in pity. Then I twitched my hands, and heavy metal chains materialized in them in an instant. ”Chains of Andromeda.”
Throwing them at him, I sought to incapacitate him.
”UWAAAA!” Franklin instinctively raised his sword to defend himself. Exactly as I planned. My Chains of Andromeda wrapped around Ye Mo before whipping across and binding Franklin's limbs in thick, heavy coils.
”Argh!”
With his legs bound, Franklin toppled over in an undignified manner. He struggled desperately, but was unable to break out of his restraints.
I squeezed the chains in order to apply pressure on the blade. As expected, the demonic sword held strong against the legendary chains that was said to have restrained a gargantuan sea monster.
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”Ye Mo is a really strong sword,” I observed, awestruck. ”If it had been a normal Divine Device, the Chains of Andromeda would have snapped it cleanly in half.”
”You…you…MONSTER!”
”At least you aren't calling me commoner now,” I taunted as I leaned forward. ”What's the matter? You were so confident before.
”Fuck you!” Franklin spat. He continued to struggle, to no avail. Shaking my head, I proceeded toward him, backed up by Leo. The majestic Constellation spirit growled in an intimidating manner, which caused him to pale.
”Do you give up?” I asked, pointing Aquarius at his exposed throat.
”Who's going to give up?”! Franklin snarled. I pressed the blade against his neck, drawing blood.
”Then you'll die, you know?”
”That's enough, Richard.” I glanced up at Stuart. He nodded gravely. ”You've won this fight…”
”NO! NOT YET!”
”?!”
An explosion of mana from Franklin caused me to stumble backward. Deadly white mana coalesced around the blade of his Ye Mo and he cut through my Chains of Andromeda within seconds. Another swing of the demonic katana and my Aquarius was cleaved cleanly in half. I jumped backward, accompanied by Leo, as I tried to assess this new threat.
”This is not over yet!” Franklin howled defiantly as he drew more mana into himself and infused his Demonic Device. ”Elite Franklin's Song: Royal Melody!”
Ye Mo began glowing and humming with an eerie melody. Without any hesitation, Franklin kicked off the ground and lunged at me with the pure, unadulterated intention to kill.