Nameless King

Chapter 1148: Blades and the Whirlwind

Ereg realized that he was running out of time, he had to overwhelm Gael as fast as possible and was succeeding.

A few attacks from his opponent were enough for him to realize what Gael's Fourth Scar's weaknesses were. There were a few, but the most basic one was that Gael couldn't change with spheres when something restricted his movement.

Whooooooooooooooooooosh.

Ereg's foot plunged into Gael's stomach, throwing him dozens of meters forward. Wind spheres flew off to the sides to prevent Gael from colliding with them, clearing a passage for him.

"Argh!" Gael cried out in pain as a stream of blood spurted from his mouth with his face distorted.

Nila, watching the fight smiled happily. She occasionally looked at the vortex, thus she realized that Gael had not yet reached the peak of his power. Ereg, on the other hand, used his physical power to literally beat Gael as he wanted.

Step. Step. Step.

Ereg stepped forward majestically, shaking the ground beneath him and glaring menacingly at Gael, who was slowly rising from the ground.

Blood dripped from Gael's nose, as crimson trickled from the corners of his mouth. Two direct blows were enough to do him serious damage, for now, Ereg's physical capabilities were almost at their limit.

However, it was not only his limit but the limit of all other creatures. In this state, he could only be rivaled by Liang, who was known for his incredible power.

Sure, Ereg had not yet reached the absolute maximum, for his blue ghost could still grow, and he still had his Form. However, Gael would definitely never be able to catch up to him in this parameter again.

"Come on. Is that all your fourth scar can do? In that case, I suggest you use the fifth one right away! Otherwise, you might die, right now!" Ereg exclaimed before tearing forward at a tremendous speed.

The ground beneath him cracked, in a heartbeat, he shortened the distance by more than ten meters.

At the same moment, Gael's vision, blurred after the severe damage, quickly returned to normal. It became sharp and clear, allowing him to see every movement of his opponent and everything that was happening on the battlefield.

It wasn't a special ability or anything like that. Gael simply took a deep breath, focused, and trusted his instincts. In his condition, that was enough for his body to start working at the peak of its strength.

Whoooooooosh.

Ether threads from Ereg's gauntlets headed towards him, but before they could touch him, Gael's pupils narrowed.

At the same moment, he and the wind sphere in the distance switched, leaving Ereg no chance for a successful attack.

"Tsk. Come on. We both know there's no point in running away from me. You can no longer block my attacks the way you used to! Either unleash that whirlwind on me or use the fifth scar! You have no other choice!" Ereg exclaimed confidently, staring intently at his opponent.

Gael did not respond. Instead, he looked around, at the ground covered in many cuts and injuries, at the partially destroyed walls, and at the wounds that were on his body.

Then, Gael smirked insidiously, returning his gaze to Ereg.

"You're right. I can no longer run away and try to drain your energy reserves. Sooner or later you'll catch up to me, that's for sure."

Ereg smirked. To him, this was the same as Gael admitting defeat in this round and talking about his helplessness. To him, this was a true accomplishment.

Unfortunately, his joy wasn't destined to last long, for Gael's next words, completely removed the smile from his face.

"However, I don't need to run away. Do you think that blades and spheres are some sort of subordinates to me? Every scar I have is a weapon, and the fourth one is no exception!" Gael said majestically as dozens of spheres trembled.

Half of the spheres remained idle while the rest turned into wind blades and headed towards Gael at high speed.

However, the blades were not going to pierce him, because their goal was not to damage Gael, he was their master, not their enemy.

Thus, the dozens of blades stopped in front of him and split in two, transforming into massive, white wind blades with cross-shaped guards and long handles.

Now, Gael had three swords, and obviously one of them was extra.

"Alright, it's time to show what else my special sword can do." Gael smirked before swinging with Peace Nightmare and stabbing the blade of the sword into his palm.

However, unlike when Gael had slashed his neck, Peace Nightmare was unable to do any damage to him now. Instead, the dark sword simply shattered like glass into a multitude of shards that retained the dense energy of darkness.

"Hey... Didn't you say he can't use two scars at once?" Nitra raised an eyebrow in confusion, staring intently at Alucard.

"Yeah." Nila nodded, "I hadn't noticed it before, but during the third scar's activation, Gael was still using his black sword. However, he got that sword after activating the second scar."

Alucard smirked.

"Well, there's an exception to every rule, isn't there? That's the point!" Alucard waved his hand nonchalantly with a predatory smile, "Anyway. I could always lie to you, though... I could tell you the truth. Just think of this sword as a special weapon, and you won't have a problem."

Nila and Nitra glanced over at each other. They didn't like Alucard's answer, but there was nothing they could do. All they could do was watch the dark shards fly in front of Gael's face.

Whoooooooooooooooooooosh.

Gael's eyes sparkled as the shards turned into darkness and headed towards the white wind swords, creating dark thin crosses within them. In shape, the crosses were the same as the swords, only much smaller and thinner, like a skeleton or base.

Then, he took a deep breath, stepped forward, and grabbed the white swords by the hilt, waving them in front of him.

Streams of wind rushed upward, kicking up dust and small stones from the ground, as well as leaving hundreds of small cuts in the arena that rippled toward Ereg's side.

Ereg frowned, for he could hardly see Gael's attack. The damage left hundreds of tiny wind particles that appeared after Gael swung his white swords.

"Alright, you can try to defend yourself this way, but I won't let you do it!" Ereg exclaimed before rushing forward.

His instincts told him where the wind particles were, sharp and thin as needles but fast.

Thus, he had no trouble dodging or destroying them with his ether gloves. The unstable wind particles would simply vaporize upon collision with the ether because the difference in energy density was too great.

Ereg ran forward, glaring at Gael.

"I mustn't let him escape!" Ereg muttered, clenching his teeth.

Whoooooooooooooooooosh.

In no time, Gael disappeared, and a gray sphere appeared in his place. It took Ereg only a fraction of a second to realize what had happened, then another fraction of a second to feel his opponent's aura.

At the limit of his powers, Ereg turned around, meeting Gael's cold gaze.

"Hey, didn't I tell you? There's no point in me running away. This dome, swords, and whirlwind, are my domain. Here, you are the prey, and I am the hunter." Gael said majestically, bringing his swords down on Ereg.

Normally, Ereg would have had time to block such an attack from Gael, but this time, something went wrong.

"Agh...?" Ereg's eyes went wide while watching the white swords.

For some reason, the white swords moved much faster than all of Gael's previous attacks. It seemed like the swords were moving faster than Gael's hands, even though it was the hands that were supposed to set the swords in motion!

Crackle.

In the next moment, the swords stabbed into Ereg's shoulders, drops of blood rushing outward while the dense wind tried to cut through some more flesh and even reach the bones.

Soon, the white swords stopped, for Ereg's body was extremely strong, but this attack was enough to do him immense damage, leaving him with a shocked look.

A bright pain spread throughout his body, but Ereg hardly noticed it, he didn't pay attention to the pain. His mind was immersed in thoughts.

Gael's gaze was cold. He was definitely going to inflict as much damage on Ereg as possible until his blue ghost reached 90%. Then, it was unlikely that his swords would be able to pass through ether's protective barrier.

Ereg flinched, for he realized that although he was physically superior to Gael, he was slower now, as the force of the wind helped Gael.

Gael smirked, drew his swords, and kicked Ereg in the face, throwing him dozens of meters away.

Then, he swapped with the sphere and attacked again and again.

Ereg did his best to defend, and sometimes, he even managed to dodge or reduce the damage with a solid ether, but it was obvious to everyone that he was losing.