Free Web NovelChapter 17: Chapter 17: The Secret Technique
The dim light faded before Ghaib’s eyes, as they were enveloped by a faint glow emanating from the veil draped over the area, flickering with intermittent blue sparks.
And behind him...
A bony sword emerged, stretching out from the palm of that demon, as if it were an integral part of its own skeletal structure.
The creature’s legs tensed violently, and veins bulged around its calves like twisted snakes beneath the skin, while the ground beneath it gradually cracked open.
The air swirled around him like a turbulent vortex, and Ghaib’s clothes fluttered wildly under the immense pressure suffocating the space.
And in the blink of an eye—
the air split.
The creature lunged with maddening speed, thrusting its bone blade in a direct attack toward Shikar.
Shikar raised his sword quickly, and the two blades clashed with tremendous force.
Purple and red sparks erupted between the blades, flying in all directions like a savage flash within the darkness.
But...
The bone blade began to gradually melt during the clash,
yet it regenerated in the very same moment, as if the blade were being recreated with every part that faded away.
The pressure intensified further.
Shikar’s feet were driven into the asphalt under the crushing force,
his eyes reddened, while the veins in his neck bulged clearly.
His teeth cracked as he clenched them tightly, while a savage roar erupted from his throat.
And in the next moment—
one of the demon’s horns suddenly bent.
It stretched, transforming into a shape resembling a giant snake, before darting forward, coiling with terrifying speed toward Shikar’s ribs.
The attack struck Shikar, hurling his body violently through the air, while the world inside his eyes spun wildly from side to side under the immense pain and pressure.
Thoughts raced through his head like mad.
As he muttered
Damn... I have to cushion the impact.
In a split second, he enveloped his feet in a dense purple aura.
And one second before the collision—
he regained his balance, landing atop a building, then immediately sprang back like a returning arrow, launching toward his opponent with a blazing purple aura.
And on the opposite side...
The demon charged with tremendous force, sending the wreckage of cars behind him flying through the air from the sheer intensity of his momentum.
Shikar shouted as he plunged through the sky:
“The One-Sword Style... Moon Split!”
The two blades clashed in the sky with terrifying force.
Massive shockwaves exploded, obliterating nearby buildings, while destructive winds swept through distant streets, shattering power poles and glass facades.
And below...
Ghaib stood in the midst of the storm, the wind lashing fiercely at his clothes and hair.
The corners of his mouth gradually turned up, and he murmured in a voice filled with ecstasy:
“Exciting... how exciting this is.”
His eyes looked as if they were watching a show that aroused his desire.
Suddenly—
One of the demon’s horns whipped toward Shikar.
But a cold smile spread across Shikar’s face as he muttered:
“Not every time.”
He grabbed the horn tightly, twisting it savagely around his arm.
At that very moment, he enveloped his foot in a charged purple aura, then delivered a crushing kick toward the demon’s body.
The creature’s body shook violently as frothy saliva poured from its mouth in a frenzied stream.
Then it flew somersaulting through the air, before crashing onto the roof of a nearby building.
The demon slowly rose from the roof, his wounds healing at a terrifying speed,
his saliva dripping onto the ground drop by drop, making a slimy sound.
Shikar gripped his sword with both hands, then slowly raised it above his head.
An electric aura swirled around the blade, while his dry lips moved in a low voice:
“The One-Sword Style... Soul Sever.”
And in the next instant—
An invisible wave shot through the air with blinding speed.
In a single second...
Half of the demon’s face split open and shifted to the side, before part of it fell downward.
But—
The demon raised his hand effortlessly, preventing it from slipping.
It snapped back into place as if nothing had happened.
Shikar’s eyes widened in shock, and his movement halted for a moment
as cold liquid began to slowly trickle down his forehead.
Ghaib’s mocking laughter rang out, as he said in a voice full of derision:
“What are you going to do now? That junk in your hand is useless.”
Shikar looked at him, red veins throbbing around his eyes, and said in a low voice:
“Shut up... you filth.
Then he added:
“Your time will come soon.”
Ghaib’s cracked lips moved, and the corners of his mouth curled in a sneer.
“Soon?... Are you sure?”
Shikar’s grip on his sword tightened until his knuckles turned white, and he said:
“Do you want me to prove it?”
A terrifying aura swirled around his body in turmoil.
On the other side...
Ghaib’s hands hung limply toward the ground, while blue sparks danced at his fingertips like a turbulent electric current.
His smile widened further, then he said in a cold voice:
“Yes... I do.
The air swirled around Shikar, causing his clothes and hair to billow violently, then he charged forward with tremendous force.
Ghaib slowly spread his arms, murmuring with a broad smile:
“Show me what you’ve got.”
And on the opposite side—
The demon charged like a cannonball, piercing the air behind Shikar at rocket speed, while he swung his bone sword directly at his neck.
Shikar raised his sword quickly.
The two blades clashed with terrifying force, and a massive shockwave shook everything around them.
Shikar screamed loudly:
“Aaaaaaaah!”
And in the next instant—
He twisted his body with lightning speed, the bone sword passing mere inches from his neck.
His blood-stained lips moved in a low voice as he raised his sword:
“Secret Technique... Soul Severer.”
The air between them froze for a moment.
The demon spun around quickly—
But
Shikar’s blade had already come down, charged with a violet aura mixed with black, fused to the sword as if it were part of it.
The blade sliced completely through the demon’s shoulder.
His arm flew through the air, twisting, before crashing into the ground with a tremendous force that shook the area.
A sticky blue fluid spurted from the severed shoulder, while the tissue writhed frantically, trying to regenerate...
But to no avail.
As for the arm lying on the ground—
it began to fade away gradually, turning into ash scattered by the wind.
The aura around Shikar grew more turbulent,
while the bleeding from
his wounds gradually stopped, and the torn tissue slowly began to heal.
He raised his gaze toward the Ghaib.
Then he whispered in a low, cold voice:
“Now... prepare to be the second.”
