Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Chapter 243: Fighting Varyn and Caius

Varyn stepped forward with a smirk, his blade glowing with the swirling winds of his Iron Tempest Blade. He was now ready to avenge his loss that he had suffered from her two days ago. Find your next read on m-vle-mpyr

"You're going to regret this, Lucy," he taunted, his tone dripping with arrogance. Behind him, his subordinates, bolstered by Caius's Tempest's Rally, unsheathed their swords, the wind swirling around them. The charged air made them feel invincible.

Caius stood confidently at the back, arms crossed, a sly smile playing on his lips. "She won't last a minute against us," he said, his voice calm but filled with superiority. "Don't make it too easy, Varyn."

"Don't worry," Varyn replied, "I plan on taking my time with this."

Lucy's expression remained cold, her fiery eyes locked on them, but she didn't respond. Instead, she raised her glowing Volcanic Dragon Claws without a word, the heat around her intensifying as the temperature in the area began to rise dramatically.

Varyn was the first to attack, his blade slicing through the air with incredible speed, the wind-enhanced strikes coming at Lucy in quick succession. "I'll make you pay for humiliating me!" he shouted, swinging with all his might.

But Lucy moved with chilling precision, her claws parrying each strike effortlessly. The clang of Varyn's sword against her claws echoed through the battlefield, each block sending him stumbling back a little more.

With every clash, Varyn's frustration grew. His initial confidence began to waver, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

Behind him, Caius watched with growing impatience. "Stop playing around, Varyn!" he called out, raising his hand and casting Storm Blade. A sharp, concentrated blade of wind shot toward Lucy, crackling with electrical energy.

Lucy's lips curled into a smirk as she raised one of her claws, easily deflecting the attack. The wind-infused blade disintegrated upon contact with her burning aura, the lightning energy sizzling uselessly against the heat.

"You're pathetic," Lucy said coldly, her voice low but filled with menace.

Varyn grit his teeth, his face red with frustration. "You think you're strong, huh? You haven't seen anything yet!" He lunged forward again, this time pouring even more energy into his strikes. His movements were faster, more desperate.

But Lucy's expression changed as the battle dragged on. The cold calmness began to melt away, replaced by something darker.

Her eyes glowed with fiery intensity as she began to relish the fight. Each time she parried Varyn's attacks, she moved in closer, her claws glowing brighter. The air around her shimmered with heat, and a twisted grin started to form on her lips.

"You call this strength?" she taunted, her voice now dripping with malice. "You're nothing but a weakling."

Varyn's breath came in ragged gasps. "Shut up!" he growled, swinging wildly at her. But his strikes were becoming sloppy, his stamina fading fast.

From the back, Caius clenched his fists, his confidence beginning to falter. "Enough of this!" he shouted, raising both hands toward the sky.

Dark clouds gathered overhead as he summoned the power of Thunderstorm Cascade. Lightning cracked through the air, bolts raining down across the battlefield, while torrents of wind lashed at Lucy from all directions.

"This is the end for you, Lucy!" Caius sneered, watching as the storm unleashed its fury.

But Lucy didn't flinch. Instead, her smirk grew wider, her eyes wild with excitement. The bolts of lightning struck her Volcanic Aura, but instead of harming her, they fizzled out, unable to penetrate the intense heat that surrounded her. The winds whipped around her, but she stood firm, her claws glowing even brighter.

"You think a little storm will stop me?" she snarled, her voice now twisted with ruthless glee.

Varyn, now panting and exhausted, stumbled back, his eyes wide with disbelief. "How... how are you still standing?" he muttered, his confidence shattered.

Lucy let out a low, chilling laugh, her grin widening as she stepped toward him. "You thought you could beat me? Pathetic."

Her claws slashed forward, the heat from her Volcanic Dragon Claws singeing Varyn's armor. He yelped in pain, stumbling backward as he desperately tried to block her attacks.

But it was futile. Lucy's strikes became more vicious, her movements faster. She was no longer simply defending herself—she was toying with them, her grin turning more manic with each passing moment.

"This is what happens when you challenge someone far beyond your level," she said, her voice now filled with cold, ruthless amusement.

Varyn's arms trembled as he raised his sword again, but it was clear he was running on fumes. Caius, watching the scene unfold, clenched his teeth, his earlier arrogance replaced by disbelief.

"Impossible..." he whispered, unable to comprehend how Lucy was dominating the fight so effortlessly.

Lucy's grin widened as she dodged another one of Varyn's sluggish attacks. With a swift, brutal motion, she slashed across his chest with her fiery claws, sending him flying back. He hit the ground hard, gasping for breath, his sword clattering uselessly beside him.

Caius's eyes widened in shock. "Varyn!" he shouted, but before he could rush to his ally's aid, Lucy's eyes locked onto him.

"And now, for you," Lucy said, her voice low and deadly, as she turned her gaze to Caius. Her once cold demeanor had fully transformed into something far more terrifying—a crazed, ruthless warrior, reveling in the chaos she had created.

Caius swallowed hard, his confidence now entirely gone. He took a step back, his hands trembling. "You... you think you've won?" he stammered, trying to maintain his composure. "I'm a disciple of a top elder, just like you!"

Lucy chuckled darkly, her claws glowing with molten heat. "I don't care who you are," she replied, her voice dripping with sadistic delight. "You're nothing but another corpse waiting to happen."

Caius clenched his jaw, raising his sword with shaking hands. "Don't underestimate me!" he shouted, but his voice lacked the confidence it once held.

Lucy stepped forward, her grin wide and menacing. "Come on, then. Show me what you've got, you little coward."