Kapitel 153: Demonic Wrath
A screen turned red. The name was Crushing Planets.
Demonic Wrath gasped for air, their skin was burned horribly. Every bit of motion pained them greatly. Still they gripped their daggers.
Erupting Volcano made a sickening grin, "This is fantastic! Truly a wonderful event!"
Demonic Wrath began to rapidly change. The two feathers on their head multiplied. Now the two turned into twelve, six on a side. The feathers were closely intertwined. If one didn't look closely, they would be mistaken for horns.
Demonic Wrath charged forward, this form was a trump card among trump cards. They could only use this once per year, once it ran out they would sacrifice one quality of themself and fall in a coma for three months.
Demonic Wrath used this once before, and lost their voice to it. They came to the conclusion that losing another trait was a more acceptable outcome than dying. Though they probably still would die.
Erupting Volcano was trouble, if they didn't eliminate them here more would die for their sickening pleasure.
Upon getting close Demonic Wrath's daggers became a blur. Several cuts formed upon Erupting Volcano's body. They grunted in surprise, "Moving so much with such wounds? Good!"
Erupting Volcano swung, aiming a punch towards Demonic Wrath. The dagger shone brilliantly from the yellow-orange substance's glow. Erupting Volcano's arm came to a stop. The dagger stood like a wall, unmoving from the impact.
The force flowed through Demonic Wrath, cracking open their burnt skin. Fresh blood began to arise. Demonic Wrath pushed away the arm and jumped back. Erupting Volcano grinned, "You cannot run here!"
Demonic Wrath's hand blurred and the daggers reformed into a bow. Mustering all their strength into their legs they jumped with all their might. As they rose they drew their bow slowly, a neon brown arrow forming as they did.
This form lasted only for half a minute, this would be everything they had.
Three magic runes appeared in front of the arrow. The tip of the arrow began to glow brightly, the bow began to bend further than it was built to.
Demonic Wrath released the string, the arrow fired like a ballista unleashing a bolt. The force of the arrow taking off unleashed a shockwave strong enough that it was visible. The sound was loud enough to be mistaken for a missile.
The arrow flew through the air like a meteor crashing to earth. Erupting Volcano saw this and smirked, "This is your everything? So be it! I shall take it on! See what futile strength you have!"
Erupting Volcano raised their hand. The arrow slammed into it, making the substance scatter across the arena again. The impact forced Erupting Volcano's hand back and the ground broke underneath them.
Erupting Volcano clutched the arrow and began to push back, they had underestimated the force of it. Slowly they began using their legs to assist, no longer using a singular arm. They pushed back with a yell, "Haaa!"
The arrow was out of momentum, its brilliant glow began to fade. Erupting Volcano felt the strength growing weaker and grinned, "Useless!"
They smashed the arrow with their hand, it shattered into pieces and faded away before hitting the ground.
A loud crash sounded, Demonic Wrath had hit the ground. Erupting Volcano walked over but was immediately disappointed, "That was your all? You threw everything you had into a single attack, but didn't see it through? Disappointing."
A wave of the yellow-orange substance covered Demonic Wrath. A second later another screen turned red. Demonic Wrath had been finished.
~ ~ ~
The Dukes began to murmur amongst each other, "This Erupting Volcano figure. . . it looks like Marquees Giften had put a lot into this one."
"Indeed, for them to eliminate three competitors so soon. It seems Marquees Giften is quite adamant about being the next Duke."
"While this is true, I feel like Marquees Flinnder is more impressive."
"Oh?"
"This is their first competition is it not? Yet their Champion is quite extraordinary. They seemed to effortlessly handle Marquees Theen's Champion. Even when they received more power."
"While that's true, Marquees Flinnder is the youngest Marquees of them all. His power is still developing. It doesn't help he had to split some with his sibling."
"Hmm. . . What if he succeeds?"
"Not likely, but still possible. He seems to be surrounded by a strange aura of luck. Perhaps his low chances shall succeed."
"Heh, winning by luck will be a first."
"I disagree, your winning seemed to be based on luck."
"Nonsense!"
~ ~ ~
Travis watched as chaos consumed the arena. Everyone fought crazily, some forced to use their trump cards early to survive. Still he kept tabs upon the three most dangerous foes.
Erupting Volcano was an extremely dominate one. They seemed to be sadist, but was extremely powerful. Travis had never seen the strange substance they fought with, but from the battles it looked dangerously hot.
His [Truth: Revealing] passively increased his eyesight. He was able to see for miles clearly, this kind of sight was superhuman, though his strength could be considered the same. This allowed him to see all the battles.
The next character was Flowing Petals, they only battled one person. But they injured their opponent harshly to the point where they had to flee. Flowing Petals remained unmoving from their spot. Their eyes closed and arms crossed.
The last character was Thunder Beckoner. Their name seemed to have nothing with their fighting ability. They seemed to be of the mage variant, casting several powerful spells.
Thunder Beckoner was in combat with another individual named All Trades. The skills wrecked havoc across the arena.
Travis was tempted to wait out until the only a few remained. But he still wanted to test several things out. Quickly scanned the battlefield he spotted two fighting. If he remembered correctly this was Blissful Death and Dead's Whisper. He found it ironic that they were battling.
He walked over, with his speed merely walking over there would only take a bit of time.
Blissful Death glided backwards. It seemed like they were floating only an inch above the ground. As they did they made a playful laugh, "You won't be able to finish me like this."
Dead's Whisper shot forward. A kick extended forward and aimed for Blissful Death's face.
Blissful Death dodged the kick and giggled, "Close, but not enough."
A white fog formed around Blissful Death's body. It moved quickly and slammed into Dead's Whisper.
Dead's Whisper slid back, as they slowed to a stop they noticed a new figure. A masked individual was walking towards them.
Dead's Whisper frowned, they couldn't sense any strength from the masked individual.
Blissful Death also noticed and playfully giggled, "Another? Please, one at a time-"
Bwom~
A dark beam was shot towards Blissful Death. The playful voice stopped immediately and they controlled the white fog to guard themself.
Travis was mildly surprised, 'They blocked it.'
Blissful Death's voice changed tone as they spoke, "So rude, didn't let me finish! I despise those like you-"
Two dark crescent attacks flew towards them and they were forced to block again. Travis found their voice annoying, so he attack again.
Dead's Whisper felt like they were being ignored and charged towards Travis. Swinging their sword they aimed for Travis' neck.
Clang~
Travis blocked the blow effortlessly. Pushing his sword he moved Dead's Whisper's blade away and counter attacked.
Dead's Whisper was no fool and immediately retreated, but was a tad too slow. Travis' sword made a thin cut through their armor, a little blood creeped out from the slash.
Dead's Whisper was surprised that their armor was cut through so easily. This surprise was cut short when Travis sword came towards them again.
Blissful Death was annoyed that the masked figure kept interrupting them. So they sent the white fog after them.
Dead's Whisper retreated again, this time dodging the sword entirely. Travis planned to continue with another attack, but he noticed the white fog coming after him.
He swung his sword at the fog, but it passed through harmlessly. The white fog then moved quickly, landing a solid blow on his chest.
It felt like a punch, Travis leaned back a bit from the blow. The white fog didn't stop and continued to attack.
Since it seemed to be invulnerable to attacks Travis threw his sword at Blissful Death.
The sword flew through the air as it moved towards Blissful Death's face. They sidestepped the sword, letting it fly past. They let out another giggle, "A desperate attempt-?"
Travis used [Truth Twofold: Existence] and teleported in front of Blissful Death. Since the white fog was attacking Travis from a distance it couldn't protect them.
Travis slammed his fist into their face. Blissful Death received the blow in full. The force sent them flying back and tumbling on the ground.
Travis recalled his sword, "Return."
It flew through the air and returned into Travis' grip. Dead's Whisper saw this occur and immediately grew nervous.
This guy was dangerous!
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