Chapter 22: Gale-Blade (1/2)
Chapter 22: Gale-Blade
Translator: OneshotwonderEditor: Tehrn
As he grabbed the blade that was handed over to him, Gale-Blade conceded the fact that Wang Tong was not a wimp, but a strong opponent, he gathered himself to concentrate on the fight. ”Hey yo, put on your METAL suit man, I'm not gonna go easy on you this time.”
”Don't you worry about it, do your best, I really wish to see the famous move 'Strike of the Gale Blade'.”
The slightly arrogant tone in Wang Tong's words had provoked Gale-Blade. If he didn't know that this so called Einherjar Wannabe was only sixteen years old, Gale-Blade would have thought that he had met a master level opponent.
Gale Blade held a serious expression in his eyes, as a deep whir became audible after his soul energy erupted from the nexus, driven by the perpetuating pulses of GN force.
”Taste this!”
Gale-Blade took a step forward and thudded the sole of his boots flat on the ground as the blade, held tight in a pair of hands with whitening knuckles, swooped in a half circle.
This was a ferocious battle hardened strike technique, one could even feel the weight carried by the strike in a meter distance, but Wang Tong stood still without even flinching which made the audience think that Wang Tong might have gone mad.
”Gods” someone in the audience seats let out a disbelieving cry.
Just when the strike reached the peak of its strength, its momentum ceased as Wang Tong held the back of the blade with two fingers that had crept there unnoticed in the middle of Gale-Blade's powerful and swift strike.
”I told you, do your best.” Wang Tong jolted his hand and sent Gale-Blade staggering a few steps back.
The crowd was sizzling with disbelief and astonishment. It had happened so fast that no one could see how a bare hand could stop such a powerful attack infused with GN force.
Gale-Blade did not take advantage of the amplifying effect of his METAL suit, the offense focused Martian Feral Beast-X. But after he tasted humiliation for the second time, he allowed his METAL suit's effect to kick in as his armor started to emanate a faint dark red light which contrasted with the fiery expression in his eyes.
Energy started to build up in Gale-Blade's dantian, his eyes locked onto Wang Tong like a stalking lion ready to pounce on its prey. He was about to deploy his coup de grace, the ultimate strike of Gale-Blade. It was this spectacular move which the audience had been waiting to witness at every round of Gale-Blade’s fight.
Like most Martian's brash combat style, this coup de grace required the attacker to give up all defenses and to go almost berserk; in return, it would strike a paralyzing fear into an opponent's heart. Even a flinch of the opponent meant their catastrophic defeat under the overwhelmingly ferocious momentum of the attack.
Wang Tong could tell that this attack was different than the previous two as its aim was more precise, its force was more brutal, and above all, this strike was infused with sizzling GN force amplified by a METAL suit, which could disintegrate any human flesh upon contact. But Wang Tong simply stepped back casually without flinching.
One notable characteristic of a Martian's attack was its sheer speed as their non-stop assault would leave no opportunity for the opponent to counter, which always had turned the match into a solo performance.
As each and every strike fell towards Wang Tong, a swirling lance of ruby light spilled out from the blade, filling the arena with red flashes; however, Wang Tong didn’t flinch nor did he step back any further and, instead swayed his body at will from side to side, evading the singeing attacks.
“Hack, hack, hack…” Gale-Blade seemed to have lost his consciousness as he poured out the momentous strikes like the suffocating wild gales on the ragged mountain peaks.
There was a total of twenty-eight consecutive hacks and slashes in one round of Strike of the Gale Blade, but when the 28th slash fell to the end of its strength, Wang Tong was perfectly unharmed. With one hand, Wang Tong clamped tightly to the back of the blade which had fallen still right below his groin, the other hand followed with a palm strike towards Gale-Blade.
The battle-hardened Martian suddenly swayed his body to one side, twisting the handle in one hand so that the blade broke free from Wang Tong's iron clamp. With the sharp edge of the blade then facing upwards pointing directly at Wang Tong's groin, Gale-Blade struck hard as he yanked his arm up to destroy whatever lies in-between his groin. Wang Tong didn't freak out at the despicable move out of primal instinct like most people would have; he calmly hugged closer towards the attacker and wrapped his arm around Gale-Blade's head swiftly and quietly like a python latching onto a large sized prey.