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Chapter 335: Defeated Old Dog
Chapter 335: Defeated Old Dog
*GYAAAAAOOOOHHH!!*
Black, rotten mana wings suddenly emerged from Shye's back followed by a blood-curdling howl with a myriad of demonic tones, escaping from Shye's mouth and reverberating across the lair, causing Conn-Thor's hairs to stand on end.
After feeling the comfortable warm sensation coursing through his body, Shye smiled confidently.
"Now, you want to try again?"
Hearing Shye's confident words, Conn-Thor frowned, however, he didn't believe that such a simple transformation would allow Shye to overpower him, who literally consumed human souls just to strengthen himself.
"Hmmph! You think I'm scared of you? Let's go then!"
*FWOOSH!*
Even before the bandit boss finished his words, he already stirred up clouds of dust as he disappeared and reappeared beside Shye, hoping to catch him off-guard by even a few milliseconds—a testament to his lack of confidence that Conn-Thor himself hadn't noticed.
Attacking Shye with a power slash-empowered diagonal slash, Conn-Thor gritted his teeth.
Unfortunately, Shye, in his current state, easily noticed the sinister old dog's attack and was in fact, even ready for it.
Shye wore a confident smile as pivoted his left foot to adjust his stance and face Conn-Thor, he then counter-attacked with a power slash-empowered diagonal slash of his own.
*CLANG!*
An ear-rending metallic noise reverberated followed by a snapping sound as Shye's greatswords, Adamance and Mithra, ferociously clashed against the sinister old dog's katanas.
"PUHAAAHK!"
After one second of awkward silence, Conn-Thor finally couldn't take it anymore and violently spat out a mouthful of blood.
It wasn't only him who couldn't take the clash though as shortly after, both of his katanas snapped in half, their upper sections ringing out with a clang as they dropped to the ground.
"Heh, would you look at that? You lost badly, old dog."
"NO! NO!! NO!!! HOW?! HOW THE HELL DID YOU BREAK MY EMERALD-TIER RELICS!? YOU!!
ARE YOU A SOUL ART PRACTITIONER LIKE ME?!"
In utter disbelief, Conn-Thor couldn't help but accuse Shye of being a soul art practitioner like himself.
After all, how could a young man from such a shitty region possibly defeat someone like him, who had traded everything for power, unless he possessed similar qualities himself?
Naturally, such bold yet desperate claims only served to make Shye laugh in disdain.
"Hahahaha! Old dog, you sure reek of idiocy. Why would I, a talented youngster, exchange everything else for power when I can obtain it easily using…well…my talents!"
Talent…was something the sinister old dog indeed didn't have.
Hence, every time talented people insulted him, his temper almost always blew up. Continue your adventure at m|v-l'e -NovelBin.net
Today, even using forbidden trump cards couldn't surpass the talent of this young man, filling his heart with both envy and sorrow.
"Hahahaha! Old dog?! Why don't you speak now?! Were you hurt by my words?! Well then, let me end your misery of being a talentless person. May your soul never return to this world!
You scum!"
With a triumphant grin, Shye charged forth, slashing his greatswords horizontally in an attempt to decapitate Conn-Thor.
Unfortunately, the bandit boss had other plans…
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! FINE THEN!! I'M UNTALENTED AND THIS LIFE OF MINE HAD INDEED BEEN WORTHLESS, HOWEVER, IF I CAN DESTROY SOMEONE'S BLESSED LIFE LIKE YOURS, THEN I SHALL EMBRACE DEATH WITH A SMILE!"
After exclaiming words that will send chills down one's spine, the dense black aura veiling Conn-Thor's body intensified, further increasing the sinister old dog's attributes in exchange for shortening his life span with every passing second.
He was burning his soul for a chance to drag Shye to the pits of hell with him!
Regrettably, the bandit boss made one fatal mistake: throwing his broken katanas to the side—the remaining thing preventing Shye from activating one of his finishers.
'Sword Realm!'
Promptly after Shye thought of the skill's name, a purple canvas materialized beneath his feet, swiftly expanding at the speed of sound to envelop him and the sinister old dog, enveloping them in a small purple world with 439 black sword silhouettes rotating calmly above.
Feeling the huge attribute bonuses brought about by the sword realm to those who were holding swords, Shye grew more confident.
On the other hand, being enveloped by such a strange skill stirred unease and apprehension in Conn-Thor's heart.
Nonetheless, there was no going back.
He was dead after this fight anyway so fearing whether he would be killed by the talented youngster shouldn't matter.
Moreover, his lair had already been discovered—his men—incapacitated.
Nothing was tying him down.
"YOU LITTLE BASTARD!! DIE!!"
Determined to go out in a blaze of glory, Conn-Thor charged forward with his arms in a grabbing motion, aiming to capture Shye's neck and crush it in one swift motion.
Unfortunately, he was in Shye's world.
Hence, not only did Shye easily dodge his desperate attack, but he was also able to cut Conn-Thor's extended forearm, prompting the sinister old dog to howl in agony.
Upon hearing the harrowing howl with a myriad of voices, Shye couldn't help but tremble in rage as he imagined how the young, innocent girls suffered because of this selfish idiot.
If he didn't slap the f*ck out of this guy, then he wouldn't be Shye Crowley!
However, he couldn't slap Conn-Thor as much as he wanted if the guy was still full of energy, thus, Shye decided to activate his other trump card.
'Blades of Despair!'
A black and purple aura enveloped both of Shye's greatswords, appearing extremely menacing and adding yet another layer of fear in Conn-Thor's heart.
However, having nothing left to live for was truly a different kind of beast when motivating people to act recklessly.
Thus, the sinister old dog was able to shake the fear off easily, once again resuming his reckless attacks even though his cut forearm was bleeding at an alarming rate.
Regrettably for Conn-Thor, he never managed to hit Shye, suffering slash after slash and stab after stab from Shye's blade of despair, drastically weakening the old dog.
Shockingly, when the old dog's mana and stamina got low enough, his oversoul skill automatically deactivated.
"Hahahaha! Old dog, hand that face over and let me give it a few slaps!"