HPDBC Chapter 682: Fired up anger
Chapter 682: Fired up anger
Heriean raised his blood blades, their crimson glow intensifying as he slashed upward, cleaving through the spike. The shattered golden sand scattered like shimmering shards before dissolving back into a swirling storm around Herald.
"You’ve gotten better since last time," Herald said, his tone playful but laced with a darker edge. "But we both know how that ended, don’t we?" Stay tuned with novelhall.Côm
Heriean didn’t rise to the bait. He moved forward instead, his blades morphing mid-step into a whip that lashed toward Herald’s face. The golden sand reacted instantly, forming a shield to intercept the attack. Sparks flew as the crimson whip struck the shield, each strike reverberating through the arena like a gunshot.
"You think you’ve cornered me?" Herald sneered, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "You’re not even close."
The sand around Herald surged like a living beast, forming countless tendrils that spiraled outward, aiming to encircle Heriean. Each tendril was tipped with a jagged, spear-like edge, gleaming with golden energy. Heriean darted back, his blood coiling into a dome-like barrier around him. The tendrils struck with relentless force, each impact sending tremors through the ground.
Heriean gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his face as the barrier pulsed under the strain. "Still hiding behind your tricks," he growled, his voice hoarse.
Herald laughed, the sound echoing mockingly. "Tricks? No, no, Heriean. This is art."
The sand shifted again, collapsing inward and condensing into a massive hammer above Heriean. With a deafening roar, the hammer slammed down. Heriean leapt aside at the last second, the force of the impact shattering the dome and sending blood splattering in all directions.
Heriean hit the ground hard but rolled to his feet, his movements slowing as his energy waned. His blood pooled at his feet again, pulsing like a second heartbeat. "Art, huh?" he muttered, his lips curling into a grim smile. "Let me show you mine."
The scarred fighter followed close behind, his muscles tensed, his glowing fists leaving faint trails of light as he sprinted forward. His growl rumbled low, a feral sound that cut through the chaos as he closed the gap with brute speed.
Rusuf moved at the last possible moment, his sword flashing in a single, fluid arc. One of Tressa’s tendrils severed cleanly, the liquid spraying harmlessly to the floor as he stepped into the path of the scarred fighter. The man’s fist came down like a hammer, aiming for Rusuf’s ribs, but he twisted, his free hand brushing the fighter’s forearm. In an instant, the man’s entire body wrenched sideways, flung by an invisible force that sent him skidding across the ground. He crashed into the remains of one of Ronnick’s detonated spiders, the impact knocking the wind from his lungs.
Ronnick barked out a sharp command, and the spiders shifted their formation, scuttling around Rusuf to encircle him. Each spider emitted a faint hum, their energy bursts primed as they began firing in synchronized bursts. Bright flashes filled the air as the energy bolts ricocheted off the ground, closing in on Rusuf with lethal precision.
He moved through them with unnerving grace, his sword cutting a clean path through the chaos. One spider leapt toward him, its legs angled for a strike, but Rusuf’s blade cut through it mid-air, the severed halves clattering to the ground in a burst of sparks. Another spider lunged from behind, but Rusuf flicked his wrist, and the small machine vanished in a shimmer of light. It reappeared a moment later, colliding with another spider in an explosion that sent fragments flying.
Tressa’s tendrils shifted again, reforming into a spiraling lance that hurtled toward Rusuf’s chest. At the same time, she opened a portal directly in his path, the lance disappearing into its swirling surface only to emerge from a second portal at his back. Rusuf pivoted smoothly, his sword meeting the lance mid-flight, the collision sending black droplets spraying in every direction. He turned back toward the first portal, his free hand glowing faintly as the edges of the swirling gateway collapsed in on themselves, the liquid caught within dissolving into mist.
The scarred fighter was back on his feet, his chest heaving as he charged again. His fists swung in wild arcs, the ground shaking with each missed blow as Rusuf evaded him with minimal movement. The fighter’s strikes grew more desperate, his swings tearing up chunks of the arena floor as Rusuf stepped around him like a dancer. Finally, the scarred man planted his foot, aiming a devastating uppercut at Rusuf’s jaw.
This time, the blind swordsman shifted his weight forward, bringing his blade up in a sharp, precise motion. The edge stopped inches from the fighter’s throat, the force of the movement enough to send a shockwave rippling through the air. The man froze, his breath hitching as Rusuf tilted his head.
"You rely on strength," Rusuf murmured, his tone devoid of malice. Then he stepped past the man, his free hand brushing his shoulder. The scarred fighter vanished in a blur of energy, reappearing mid-air before slamming into the arena wall near Heriean. The sound of the impact echoed loudly, followed by the groan of steel bending beneath the force.
Tressa shouted in frustration, her liquid forming a massive, jagged wave that surged toward Rusuf like a black tsunami. Her portals multiplied, redirecting the liquid in looping arcs meant to confuse and overwhelm him. Ronnick’s spiders synchronized their next attack, their energy bursts targeting every possible escape route.
For a moment, Rusuf stood still, his sightless gaze locked on the incoming chaos. Then he moved, his sword flashing as he slashed upward, cutting through the first wave. The liquid recoiled but surged again, striking from behind as the energy bursts converged from the sides. Rusuf raised his free hand, the air around him rippling as the liquid froze mid-motion, its jagged edges trembling before collapsing into harmless droplets. The energy bursts halted mid-air, their crackling glow fading before they, too, dissolved.