Nameless King

Chapter 963 The Hand

No one could believe what they saw, not even Felix, though he had fought Wain on equal footing before. Wain was just reliving Okam's attack as if to him it was nothing more than a piece of unpalatable food, it was the height of humiliation.

"Bastard!!!" Okam exclaimed furiously as several whirlwinds appeared beside him. The whirlwinds headed at Wain with great speed, forcing even the darkness of the open space to move aside.

"Hahaha, what a funny face you have. You look like an old drunk whose last bottle of wine was broken. Hahahahahaha, that's just ridiculous!" Wain laughed mockingly before snapping his fingers.

Whoooooooooooosh.

Two ghosts with massive jaws appeared beside him. They pounced on the whirlwinds and began to devour them, gradually absorbing and gaining pure energy from them.

However, the wind was strong enough to wound the ghosts in return and tear them apart. In the end, the two attacks negated each other, which was obviously a victory for Wain since he just snapped his fingers to create them.

"Well, I think that's enough joking. Felix, be ready to fight your opponent as I'm about to get serious now." Wain said with a slight smile, then his eyes became cold as ice.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Streams of darkness began to emanate from Wain and covered everything around him. A crown of three eyes with red vertical pupils appeared on his head. His coat became much longer as a jaw sign appeared on it, shining with purple light and emitting dense smoke.

Everyone got goosebumps as they realized that Wain was using his Form. Of all those present, only Okam had seen it once, hundreds of years ago, and back then it seemed to him to be the pinnacle of power that was impossible to reach.

"Agh... I already used it a second time after I got my memories back and what do I see? My Form has changed slightly, Gladius, isn't that your fault? I didn't have a smoke before." Wain muttered as he looked at his sword.

'I don't know. Maybe I don't care much. The most important thing is that your overall power has even increased since you're not as exhausted now as you were during the battle with Virion.' Gladius calmly replied, shrugging his shoulders.

'I take it we're going to completely destroy relations with the Dragons, so go ahead, make them regret attacking us.' Gladius turned serious.

Wain nodded, 'Don't worry, the whole world will know what's about to happen here. Dragons are not reliable allies, what's more, they chose to attack me themselves, so I just can't help but return the favor.'

Step. Step. Step.

Wain headed forward as a shockwave of black smoke emanated from each of his steps. The darkness enveloped his legs tightly, rising slowly upward and gradually becoming thinner until it disappeared completely.

"Agh... If I wasn't on the Absolute Stage, I wouldn't have to use my the Form on you, but since this is the situation, I simply have no other choice." Wain sighed and raised his sword high with one hand.

The darkness headed toward the sword making it much longer and larger, about twice as long, then Wain lowered the sword smoothly. He didn't try to do it quickly, however, it looked like a flash.

A dark blade, very thin and deadly, moved toward Nyren. He tried to dodge it, but as soon as he thought about it he realized that the blade had already passed through him, and that drops of blood had fallen on his face.

Nyren's eyes shifted to the right as he saw his arm flying away. Blood gushed from it in a massive stream, staining half of his face.

Aisa and Okam's eyes went wide as deep inside they felt a primal fear, Nyren took the outcome more calmly as he quickly grabbed his arm and flew off to the side.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

Nyren waved his other hand, creating several strands of pure white energy, then he quickly slid the severed hand back into place and ran his palm across the cut. At that point, a thin streak appeared as if made of foam or a cloud that slowly soaked in.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Wain clapped his palms together with a sly smile, "Well, well, what an amazing level of skill. I've seen plenty of Plants who've walked the path of medicine all their lives, but even among them, there were no masters who could sew an arm back together so easily. You acted like a mystical surgeon."

"Thank you for the praise." Nyren nodded weakly, feeling no anger toward Wain at all, it seemed that he had expected such a thing to happen, "However, now I cannot help but get back at you."

Nyren extended his arm forward and flapped his wings several times. Each sweep created several streams of wind that stopped just outside his palm. At his will, they turned into tiny daggers, gradually becoming more and more numerous until everything around Nyren was filled with white dots.

"Warning. Each of these daggers will be able to pierce you through, even though their size is small." Nyren muttered before swinging his arm.

Whoooooooooooooosh.

Hundreds of daggers launched simultaneously at Wain.

Wain grinned, he thrust the Gladius into the void and spread his arms vertically apart. He lowered one arm as low as possible, the other higher to create the silhouette of a mouth, then he released a large amount of energy.

A massive jaw appeared before him whose teeth were very real, then Wain clapped his palms together forcing the jaw to close as the daggers approached him.

The jaw swallowed each dagger, every last one, not allowing any of them to even touch Wain.

Nyren was not upset that his attack failed as well as he was not surprised.

'Well... That was to be expected... looks like I should think carefully about my next move...' Nyren muttered inwardly while trickles of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.