Chapter 133 (2/2)

Randidly grinned and pointed, Spearing Roots ripping upwards out of the ground, ripping through Dian’s armor. But she wiggled like a fish, and was able to avoid any serious wounds. And also, with her good hand, she had produced a potion, a pink one that Randidly recognized as the same type that the Yeti had used, that appeared to restore everything to the user. He raised his hand to send another Incendiary Bolt, but Tartet regained his feet and stood between the two of them, blocking Randidly’s line of sight.

“Ghosthound-! Spear users do not stoop to fighting with mag-”

Randidly’s mind was ignoring Tartet, considering the options at 1 million thoughts a second. Root Manipulation would require more sight to use, Spearing Roots had proven ineffective. Summon Pestilence took too long, Incendiary Bolt would just lose its killing power on Tartet, Circle of Flame and Agony don’t have the range…

Randidly needed to close the difference, and ideally eliminate the interference from Tartet as soon as possible.

“The Spear Advances, Ash Trails.” Randidly’s eyes burned with the image, the explosion of force, the purity in a simple spearhead advancing. He saw it too, the implacable deadliness of Dian’s spear, the hunger of Tartet’s spear.

But that was not his spear. His was a spear with tyrannical momentum. A spear that would not stop, no matter the obstacle.

His was a spear that advances.

To his credit, Tartet managed to get his weapons up in time, activating the strange vibrating spears, and even moving to attack, his eyes narrowing as Randidly approached. But that split second wasn’t enough, even for the highly trained Tartet.

His body was sent flying like a ragdoll, and Randidly flew forward in his wake, twisting slightly midair. Although he was unable to control his momentum mostly due to the continued effect of the poison, but he was satisfied with still moving forward towards Dian. Randidly raised his spear and activated Empower and Haste, his eyes locked on Dian’s throat. There was a strange maroon energy around her, slowly spreading outward, but Randidly ignored it, forcing his will down, and wrapping it around his spear, almost instinctively.

Immediately he could faintly see an emerald energy around his spear, and Randidly wondered if this was Battle Intent, but it was only a fleeting thought, and he used Phantom Thrust. The spear ripped forward, cutting into the strange energy without any ill effects, swiftly advancing towards Dian’s vulnerable throat.

Their eyes met, Dian’s narrowed and bitter, Randidly’s glowing emerald and vicious.

‘This is your fault, you pushed me to this.’ Her eyes seemed to say.

‘I only take your life, because you tried to take mine,’ His eyes answered.

But as his spear ripped forward, that energy surrounding it was slowly devoured, reduced to nothing, leaving only the spear. At the last second, his spear sunk a fraction of an inch into Dian’s throat, drawing blood. The second after that, all of the emerald energy was gone, and there truly was only the spear, which instantly disintegrated to nothing within that maroon energy.

Eyes narrowing, Randidly leaped back, his body clumsily reacting to his commands still. The energy exploded outwards, not exactly following him, but more like flowing towards him in his direction. He raised his hand to protect his face, and continued to retreat backwards. Very quickly he had outstripped it, because the energy flared, then fell back, settling around Dian.

She looked at him strangely then, raising the pink potion to her lips. Randidly looked at his hand.

Most of the flesh on the front had been stripped away, leaving only bloody muscle and bone. The rings on his right hand were ruined, melted to nothing. Luckily his interspatial ring was on his other hand. Drinking his own potions, Randidly eyed her, just as she eyed him.

‘You surprised me.’ Both of their eyes said.

“Ghosthound…” Tartet said, struggling to his feet, panting. “You fucking piece of shit. I’ll kill you for humiliating me like this…”

But Tartet was wounded too, and produced his own potions, drinking them quickly. The three stood, eyeing each other warily. Randidly had missed his chance to kill them both, due to the interference of the other, and it appeared that the other two knew it. But it was also clear that to Dian and Tartet… it was still 1 v 1 v 1. They would not work together. That was their pride.

Even so, Randidly would have an extremely difficult time. His breathing had returned to even, and he removed another bone spear from his ring, but he had played out most of his hidden moves. Meanwhile, it was impossible to determine exactly what this strange energy that Dian made could do, and Randidly didn’t doubt that Tartet knew another move to make his skill set so powerful.

Randidly didn’t know how much time was remaining, but it was going to be-

“Ill fated peasants, why do you bleed over my stage?”