Capítulo 103: What Plan?

The Saint was enjoying watching the fights between the knights and his giants when suddenly he felt three of his giants die in succession. Feeling someone powerful had arrived, his blood boiled and he moved towards the Grandmaster with the desire to fight.

He was disappointed to find his opponent was only a Transcended Seeker, but since there was no one stronger than him here, he still decided to play with him.

The Saint stopped 10 meters away from the building that the Grandmaster just crashed into. He looked at the rubble on the ground and smiled. The rubble moved and the Grandmaster came out from underneath the rubble. He coughed up some blood while he stood up, then he looked in front of him towards the Saint and pat down the dust from his clothes.

"Tch.." He clicked his tongue. "My clothes are ruined now..."

The Saint did not respond and just stood there, smiling wide with his blood soaked teeth. His eyes glistened as it seemed to tell the Grandmaster to make a move first.

"Ptui!" The Grandmaster spit out blood and cleansed his mouth. "You want me to come at you?" He smiled as he unsheathe the sword from his waist. "Alright!" He kicked off the ground and moved towards the Saint in an astonishing speed. The sword he carried was also a Relic Weapon, Scatterstar. It was also made in Arcturus by the Relic Engineers and was a Rare Relic like the others. The Grandmaster had chosen this weapon before setting off with Zane four months ago.

He enchanted Scatterstar with two <Arcanes>, Azure Gaze and Azure Flame Wave. Then, with Shooting Stars charged up behind his back, he rushed at the Saint of Mayhem and unleashed a flurry of attacks.

Each of his attacks sent a sharp curved slash of azure flame at the Saint, who was blocking them easily with his hair tendrils. Although his blade was enchanted with Azure Gaze and he attacked the Saint through the tiniest gaps of his defense, he had yet to land a successful attack.

Backing up two steps, the Grandmaster set off the shooting stars from his back and aimed at the vital organs of the Saint, who blocked each streak of star with his hair tendrils, just as he was doing with the attacks from his blade.

When all of the Saint's hair tendrils were busy defending against the Shooting Stars, the Grandmaster quickly rushed towards the Saint and slashed at his chest from between the gaps his <Arcane> created.

*Clang*

A metallic sound rang out as the Saint had finally moved his hands and blocked the blade with his sharp fingernails. He successfully blocked the blade but a slash of Azure Flame shot out from the blade, melting the Saint's fingernails and hitting him straight on the chest.

The Saint backed up by a few steps with a diagonal burn mark over his chest. Angered by the attack, he let out a shrill cry and pounced at the Grandmaster, his fist burning with red flames.

The Grandmaster widened his eyes and blocked the flaming fist at the last moment, but he was still pushed back at least 5 meters due to the impact. Although he blocked the attack, it was stronger than he imagined and the bones of his arms cracked.

"Ugh.." He steadied his steps and stopped himself from going back further.

'I can't afford to save my strength!'

He used another <Arcane>, Moon Body, to strengthen himself. Unlike Marshall Buck's Moon Body which made the concentrated part of his body glow as a whole, the Grandmaster's Moon Body only made the veins in his body glow in a violet color. The pupil and irises of his eyes also disappeared as his eyes also glowed violet.

The glowing eyes and lines of veins across his body made him look inhuman. Charging up Shooting Stars behind his back again, he rushed towards the Saint for a fight once more. This time, he didn't hold back at all. He shot the Saint with Shooting Stars and attacked precisely on the defensive gaps, cornering the Saint slowly. This time, he enchanted his blade with Azure Gaze and Night Flame Ball, which made each of his attack explode with Azure Flames.

When he used all that he had, the Saint and the Grandmaster were nearly evenly matched. The Grandmaster forced the Saint to go on the defensive. He shot all of the stars on his back, creating a dazzling scene which looked like a meteor shower from afar. He slashed with his blade, which forced the Saint to block with his arms, creating an explosion which sent him back by two steps.

Using the two second he got from the explosion, the Grandmaster cast Night Flame Wave, which sent a wave of azure flame towards the Saint. He tanked the flame with his body, which didn't cause much damage. But the Grandmaster appeared from within the flame and slashed with his blade, striking the face of the Saint and creating an explosion.

This time, the Saint backed away, holding his face which was bleeding from the attack just now. He glared at the Grandmaster and moved his hand away from his face, revealing the damage caused. His left cheek had burned off and the Grandmaster could see the teeth he was clenching on tightly. With his already deformed face, this new addition made the Saint look bizarre.

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Zane, Slem and Myron were running quickly on the streets of Arcturus's low-level, heading towards the Grandmaster and Saint. They had seen the Grandmaster being struck by the Saint from the sky.

When Myron saw this, he immediately told Zane and Slem to follow him, and rushed towards the scene.

Although hesitant, Zane decided to follow Myron. As soon as he saw the Saint, his eyes went straight towards his stomach. He felt the Diary of Szal under the tattered robes of the Saint, tucked at his stomach.

'I have to find a way to get it while they're fighting each other...' He looked at Myron's back and squinted his eyes.

"What can we do even if we reach them? We're not strong enough to face that monster..." Zane spoke cautiously.

"Just shut up and follow me.." Myron spat in a heavy voice.

As soon as he said that, Zane came to a stop himself and he stopped Slem too. Feeling this, Myron stopped and glared at them, veins popping on his forehead.

"What are you doing!?" He shouted at them.

"What are we doing?" Zane scoffed. "I'm not going to offer myself and this kid to that Saint. If you don't have a plan, we're not moving another step..."

Myron let out a breath. "I have a plan, now let's move right away."

"A plan? What are you going to do?" Zane crossed his arms, showing Myron he wouldn't move unless he was told something he liked.

Clenching his teeth, Myron reached inside his coat and pulled something out. He extended his hand and showed the item to them.

"This is an Epic Relic. It damaged the Saint before so I plan on using this to damage him again." He was holding the Waxed Finger of the Wicked Angel on his hand.

"Hmm.. Alright. Let's move."

Nodding his head, Myron turned around and started running once again, with Zane and Slem following close behind him. Staring at Myron from behind, Zane grinned from ear to ear.

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