Dragon Maken War Chapter 65 - Those who Follow the Prophecy (4)

Zeta charged as if he was skipping across s.p.a.ce. As a living human, it was hard to predict its movements. The Undead didn't breathe, and one couldn't read the Undead's muscle, since it wasn't there. There were much less clues one could use to predict its movement compared to a human.

Kwah-chahng!

Sparks flew.

It appeared behind Azell, not in the front. It used an illusion to appear as it was jumping from the front, but it had curved the trajectory of the Instantaneous Movement to slide around to the back.

<…you are surprising. How are you able to predict an Undead's Spirit Order moves?>

Zeta rubbed at the chest region of his armor. Azell's sword had left a scratch on its surface. Azell had seen through Zeta's movement, and he had counter-attacked.

Azell snorted.

“This isn't something special. You made your Qi too obvious in the early stages. Anyways, that armor is very st.u.r.dy.”

Azell had struck with the intention of slicing through the entire armor. However, the armor was so hard that he could only scratch it.

‘It seems it'll be quite difficult for me to harm him.’

His opponent was on a whole different level as the Undead Dragon Demon King wors.h.i.+per named Jackal, who he had faced before. The armor itself was a powerful magical artifact.

Azell felt unease wash over him. Cold sweat was running down Azell's back.

Zeta ran forward. It wasn't Instantaneous movement, but the attack was so fast that it looked as if Zeta had jumped across s.p.a.ce.

Cheng!

Light and darkness intersected. Azell's eyes had narrowed from surprise, yet the exchange continued before he could blink his eyes.

Che che che che cheng!

The arc of light and the arc of darkness clashed with each other in a dizzying manner. Azell's expression crumpled.

‘s.h.i.+t! Why is this b.a.s.t.a.r.d so fast?’

Zeta's speed kept increasing. Azell was keeping up with his speed, so Zeta kept increasing his speed as if it was telling Azell to keep up with it. The speed increased more and more as if there was no limit.

Pee-peet!

The shoulder region of Azell's leather armor was sliced.

Peet!

Blood flew from Azell's arm.

‘f.u.c.k!’

It was too fast for Azell to keep up. He purposefully opened up a weak point, so he could try to counter attack. However, it was useless since Zeta was too fast.

His eyes followed its movement. Azell had accelerated his senses to the extreme, and he was able to process all the information he was taking in.

However, his body couldn't keep up. He used the least amount of movement to block, and he used Zeta's previous movements to predict the next moves. He was defending against it, yet there was a limit to what he could do.

Zeta was so overwhelmingly fast and strong that he couldn't cover up his deficiencies with his techniques!

Kah-kahk!

His balance was broken. Azell had been stepping to the side in a circle to resist the onslaught, but he had just taken a step backwards. Then he kept being pushed back as the dam had been broken.

The Undead didn't need to breathe. While they still had magical energy, the Undead could attack endlessly without rest. It didn't breathe, so it didn't have the weakness of slowing down from muscle fatigue.

Also, a high level Undead like Zeta had the cursed power of being able to steal energy from whatever its power of darkness touched. Azell was consuming his magical energy to defend against this.

He couldn't use his mind to create an opening. Zeta was way behind in terms of techniques dealing with the Mind, but Zeta was good enough. The difference in magical energy was used to overwhelm Azell. Moreover, the physical fight was so intense that he didn't have the time to use any advanced mental attacks.

Pah pah pah pah pah!

As if Zeta was far from done, he kept increasing his speed.

Zeta's strength was several times more stronger than Azell. Zeta's speed was several times faster than Azell. Moreover, Zeta's magical reservoir was so vast that it couldn't' be compared to Azell's magical energy.

There was too big of a difference between Zeta's full strength and Azell's full strength. The fact that Azell hadn't been crushed in an instant was the evidence showing Azell was much superior in terms of techniques.

Suddenly, Azell's Clone appeared. Zeta didn't pay any attention to it. Since he already homed in on Azell's true body, any act of trying to distract him was a waste of magical energy.

However, Zeta had been too arrogant.

Too-hahk!

‘What?!’

Azell suddenly appeared from his side, and Zeta was. .h.i.t with a single strike. Zeta, who had been charging like a hurricane, was sent flying sideways.

Then…….

Ggwah-roo-roong! Gwah-gwahng!

Azell used this opportunity to to strike Zeta as he generated thunder with his sword.

“Huhk, huhk, huh-uhk……!”

Azell mindlessly took in his breaths. Since he had moved without regulating his breathing, he had almost reached his limit. His heart was pounding uncontrollably, and he felt dizzy in his head.