Fantasy System 275 Battle Of Generations

Ed and Johan crossed swords thousands if not millions of times since the beginning of the battle. A day had already pa.s.sed by. Both of them sustained deep injuries, but none of them deep enough to decide the fight. Their bodies felt pain no longer, as they had turned rigid and tough due to the constant fighting. Their senses shut down all the unnecessary distractions around them, enabling them to focus on each other.

Johan charged forward for the umpteenth time, but it was different this time. The hand holding his double-edged silver sword was loose and almost powerless. As he swung down, Ed noticed the weakness and channeled his power in order to blow Johan away. Yet, at the moment of contact, Johan let go of the sword and took a step back.

Due to the extra power, Ed found himself unable to stop in time, which turned into him making a huge empty sword swing. Johan capitalized on this chance, grabbed Ed's hand and flipped him in the air, slamming him into the ground which crumbled like a soft cookie under the deep impact.

Before Ed could make a move, Johan dropped a punch towards his face, driving him deep into the ground. Ed stopped thinking and teleported away before the second punch could hit him. He felt a warm liquid droop down on his lips, and as he touched his face he realized that his nose was broken. Ed used his sleeve to wipe away the blood and cracked the broken bone back into the position. His Regeneration was enough to take care of the rest.

His foe held his sword once again and charged at Ed; his sword hand loose once more.

Johan was at Immortal Establishment level 10, same as his father and the top members of Blood sect. yet, out of the ones that fought Ed, he was the strongest one so far. Even Arthur, who was weaker than Ed, was fighting Dawlish at a standstill, and yet Ed was actually losing to Johan. He remembered the pressure that Johan exuded the first time they met in the tower. Then, he knew immediately that he was the weaker one. But now, he couldn't accept it, since he couldn't lose. Especially, since Erykytos was still waiting for them to beat.

Ed waited no more and activated his Ryūsui Seikūken. A bluish aura surrounded his body and mixed up with the golden aura that his Nen provided. Johan felt something wrong, but he didn't stop his charge.

Ryūsui Seikūken and the Mangekyo Sharingan, Ed's ultimate combo that he didn't get to use in a long due to the nature of the fights he encountered.

Johan and Ed's sword crossed, and the latter's slid away, as Johan reached once again to grab Ed. But, it didn't go as smoothly as last time. Ed's Ryūsui Seikūken was at the second level, which meant that he was able to combine his movements with the enemy's. Right as Johan's hand touched Ed, he found out that the hem of his leather s.h.i.+rt was being held as well.

Johan felt a great force pull him in as Ed threw his head back.

Johan's consciousness started to wobble around as he found himself on the ground with blood all over his face, hundreds of meters away from Ed. All it took was a single head b.u.t.t to even the score. Johan stood up and popped his broken nose back into place. He didn't even bother to wipe the blood as he rushed at Ed.

The two continued to clash, even stronger than before. Their endless supply of energy seemed more and more bottomless to the bystanders, who couldn't believe their eyes. The two battles taking place next to each other, between Dawlish and Arthur, and Johan and Ed, stole the attention from all over the world. The residual Qi that resulted from the clashes traveled all over the world. The animals hid in fear, while the weaker monsters stood in place, petrified. The powerful people that didn't join the war imagined the battles that took place, but even their imaginations fell short from reality.

The entire world sat still on the three days that the battle took place for. All the people would forever remember the fear and anxiety they felt. They would all tell the tales of the Battle of Generations.

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Arthur felt chills due to his drenched sweaty body getting hit by the morning's cold breeze. He failed to count how many times he would have died if not for the gear his son had crafted, and the accessories made solely for the sake of saving his life when all else would have failed. His Legendary grade saber worked harder than ever as it realized the pickle its master was in. Weapons made by Ed had a faint thread of consciousness that grew bigger the more attached the weapon became to the master.

Arthur's saber had pushed itself to the extreme, balancing the usage of Qi with the performance required, all in order to allow him to fight for the longest. However, such a thing resulted in it overworking itself. Once the battle was over, it would break and crumble no doubt. But, since the battle was not still going on, it held on.

Arthur continued to battle Dawlish, the two getting drenched by sweat and blood. Neither of them felt this much pressure, not since they trained with their parents, dozens of years ago. They used their trump cards over and over again in order to gain the upper hand but failed each time. Their bodies croaked and groaned while their spirits screamed in pain and agony. The healing potions they both had no longer worked as if their bodies developed immunity to them. They had overused them. They could only rely on their Qi to heal them in time.

The two of them rushed at each other, eyes squinted and muscles twice their normal size. They attacked each other with everything they had left and were blown away the same distance. Once more they clashed, and again they kept clas.h.i.+ng. Before he knew it, Arthur had a deep cut across his left eye, which he could no longer use. Luckily for him, Dawlish had lost two fingers on his dominant hand, causing him to switch to the right hand.

The two stared at each other, their breaths heavy and uneven, and their bodies dull and rigid, unwilling to move. Yet, due to the explosion of auras at Erykytos' place, they moved subconsciously.

Dawlish was a second late, and Arthur couldn't let this chance go. He raised his saber high, as if he meant to cleave the sky in half, and swung down with all of his might. The weapon soared and sang as it split the air in half, until it blew open Dawlish's shoulder, and cut deep down until it found the heart.

Dawlish's mouth burst open due to the blood gus.h.i.+ng out, but he didn't fall down. Arthur smiled and looked proud, even as he himself couldn't hold the blood back from rus.h.i.+ng out of his mouth. Due to his blind side, he failed to take notice of Dawlish's sword coming from his left. He was too absorbed in the moment and couldn't feel his arm being severed, and his chest being torn apart by the great sword.

The two figures stood still, covered in their own blood, as the sun's rays shone down on them. Ed and Johan felt their heads move, against their wills, as they stared at their parents' bloodied, yet gallant figures.