The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1108: Three Way Fight

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It was the ending phase of the battle, in Rex's master plan that is.

Seeing the Executor was becoming desperate, the sight of victory was already clear for him.

As soon as the ending phase began, the Executor would use anything he had without holding back—and so would Rex. Matching the Executor's pace—he would not restrict his power and let it all out to finish the battle.

Expecting the Executor to aim for Edward first, Rex managed to intercept his move.

Following that, he cast the Unholy Claws of the Reaper.

He managed to swipe and slash the Executor's torso, leaving behind vicious bloody marks.

Breaking through the limiter of the First Breath allows him to capitalize on Origin energy too—and that caught the Executor off guard as Rex found that the Origin energy, coupled with his other powers was able to overpower the Executor's chaos energy.

Evident from the sight of the bloody marks taking a long time to close and heal.

In retaliation, the Executor opted to sever his link to the moon.

Just like when Rex's first encounter with the Executor—he was able to use his chaos energy to sever Rex's link with the moon—effectively deactivating the Pure Brace of Moonlight skill, but that wouldn't work on Rex anymore.

Planning to fight the Executor head-on, he reminisces about their first fight countless times.

Rex replayed their first battle repeatedly inside his mind.

He tried to remember every little detail that he could, and all options the Executor had.

Naturally—there was no way he would forget the fact that the Executor was able to sever his link with the moon—and deactivate his Pure Brace of Moonlight skill. Falling for that trick the second time would be foolish of Rex.

But countering that move was not a simple thing to do.

Rex couldn't fortify or even protect his link directly with his power, it doesn't work that way.

His link with the moon was not, under normal circumstances, a tangible thing.

It was formed when he first transformed into a Werewolf—it's the link that Werewolves were born with, so naturally, it was more complicated. However, instead of searching for a method to fortify this link, which has a high possibility of not existing, he opted for another method.

A method that he could influence, and he has the perfect ability for it.

"Seize of Twilight..." Rex chanted with a smirk.

Looking at his right arm that was gripping Rex's link to the moon moments ago—the Executor couldn't help but frown as it was now fading, almost as if his arm was teleported into another dimension that couldn't interact with reality.

He could feel Rex's intense kingly energy wrapping around his right arm like water.

Not stopping at that, Rex's predatory ruby eyes gleamed sinisterly.

Taking advantage of the Executor's momentary surprise, he unleashed the Alpha Bearing skill upon the Executor. His gaze sent a mental assault—instilling a primal sense of vulnerability in the Executor, the sensation of being prey.

In addition to that, he also charged his combination of energies to his right foot.

Fully expecting that the Alpha Bearing skill would fail to take effect on the Executor, Rex was preparing for another attack. But he was soon surprised when the Executor grunted, and the Alpha Bearing skill pierced through his defense.

It worked?! His mental stat must've been weakened from being manipulated by me.

Smiling ferociously, Rex struck with lightning speed.

He delivered a powerful uppercut kick that landed on the Executor's jaw squarely.

Rex saw that his uppercut kick connected before he quickly followed by a twisting kick—that connected at the same spot with devastating precision. The force of the blow managed to lift the Executor from the ground, sending him soaring skyward, his jaw throbbing with pain.

In that fleeting moment, Rex's calculated maneuver left the Executor disoriented.

A perfect stage for another deadly assault.

Looking at this from the side—the Witch stretches her arm and concentrates on the cursed energy that the Flesh-Devouring pill induces inside the Executor. Her eyes gleamed with an eerie light as she twisted her hand.

Upon doing this, the Executor could feel his entire body burning as if he were on fire.

He could feel that his skin was deteriorating faster than before.

Despite his prowess, the deterioration affected his muscle fibers, weakening him greatly.

Giving no time for the Executor to breathe, Edward came rushing from the side, blasting his corrupted fire elements behind him—propelling himself like a bullet towards the Executor. It happened in a fraction of a second, and he already reached the Executor.

As he pierced through the air, his muscles tensed, and he clenched his fist tightly.

Moving seamlessly, the skin-tight black combat armor adorning his body seemed to come to life, gathering around his clenched fist like a protective shroud, amplifying its size and power—while his corrupted black fire danced across his form—swirling around him with an intense and purposeful ferocity.

Flexing his entire body, Edward unleashed the full force of his enhanced fist.

"Colossal Tear!!"

BOOM!!

Driving his fist forward with unstoppable momentum, the air crackled with energy as his fist dug into the Executor's chest and splashed a vicious shockwave from the back. A sharp and piercing whistling sound reverberated as the Executor was sent hurtling away.

Surprisingly, Edward's punch draws blood, cracking the Executor's armored skin evidently.

Not wanting to surrender the momentum, the three dashed once again.

Knowing that the best approach was to not give the Executor any chance to breathe, the trio kept on with their attacks. Fixing the Executor in sight, they were sprinting faster, however, it didn't take long for the trio to be reminded that this was a three-way fight.

Slithering from the shadows, the Passue Matriarch came and swung her scythe.

Only the Witch was able to dodge the attack in time.

Rex and Edward on the other hand could only raise their arms to block the scythe before the two of them were sent rolling across the ground, destroying the terrain in the process. It was then both recovered from the attack with a heavy cough.

Every time they suffered the Passue Matriarch's attack, their visions became blurry.

<Warning! The user's soul is damaged!>

Upon seeing the notification, Rex spat blood to the side as he already expected this.

It seems the Passue Matriarch's attacks were soul-focused—leaving a throb in his soul.

Glancing to the side—Rex's eyes widened seeing Edward had both of his arms severed from receiving the earlier attack. But even then, he rose up with an exhilarated smile on his face—he was surprisingly enjoying this fight.

"What are you smiling for?" Rex asked in utter disbelief.

He has been the one who had a screw loose usually, so seeing Edward like this is very odd.

Cackling—Edward shot a glance at him, "This brings back memories of the Noob Box. It was not uncommon for us to get beaten half-dead like this by the instructors. The thrill of it is like a breath of fresh air, don't you find this exciting too? We are usually too strong for anyone to beat us this badly"

"I guess the Executor's corruption unscrewed something in your brain," Rex chuckled back.

Nevertheless, he also felt the sensation that Edward was talking about.

Since he had been amongst the strongest in the whole world before the Executor appeared—there hadn't been anyone who could give him a full and thorough beating. Like an animal, Rex and Edward were used to the beatings because of their training in the military.

Currently, they were too strong, there was none that could incite them to an extent.

However, now, that was not the case.

Even Rex realized that if it was a duel against the Passue Matriarch—he would certainly lose miserably as she is in the realm of her own. Not to mention, despite blocking her attacks, its effect pierced through and damaged his soul.

In a battle of endurance, Rex would also lose.

Due to that, the Passue Matriach suffice to give the sensation that Rex and Edward craved.

Rising back to their feet, both view the flattened part of the creek before them.

A product of their vicious clash.

Now, a three-edged formation—a triangle was formed.

Steadfastly positioned at opposite ends were Rex and Edward—facing the Executor who had recuperated from Edward's earlier assault, and the Passue Matriarch—who viewed them with pity—sought to grant them the mercy they deserved for trespassing.

Moreover, the Witch's form also appeared beside Rex, announcing her side clearly.

It was a three-way battle, each having different goals in mind.

A fleeting pause happened as the three sides took their breaths before resuming the fight.

Out of all of them, the Executor was the most stressed one.

But as Edward finished regrowing his arms with his chaos energy, Rex's muscles twitched as he dashed ahead, aiming at the Executor. Similarly, the others also reacted and charged, the intense heat of battle surging to the peak once more.

BOOM!!

Following the destructive clash, the five powerful figures exchanged a series of blows.

In a second, they threw several if not dozens of attacks that were either blocked or dodged.

Seeing the Passue Matriarch's scythe aiming at his neck—Rex's eyes dilated as he channeled his powers to block the attack. Naturally, Edward also came and helped him, knowing that all attacks from the Passue Matriarch needed to be handled by two instead of one.

Clang!

Upon impact, the three were forced a couple of steps back.

Capitalizing on this moment, the Executor aimed to eliminate the occupied Rex and Edward.

However, before he could do that—a thick arm of a monster made entirely of cursed energy reached out from the ground and grabbed him by the face—"Don't forget that I'm also here, Fifthborn" the Witch commented with a daunting smile.

Gesturing with her hand, the cursed arm pulled and slammed the Executor onto the ground.

Boom!

Blood gushed out of his nose as he slammed to the earth head-first.

Just like that, the battle continued with two dealing with the Passue Matriarch at a time.

It was a dynamic that couldn't be broken as the Passue Matriarch was stronger than any of their individual prowess, including Rex and the Executor. Due to that, at times, the Executor found that he was blocking the Passue Matriarch's attack with Edward, the Witch—or even Rex himself.

On top of that, some were also able to sneak an attack while the others were occupied.

Blood and powerful shockwaves decorated their powerful clash.

Even though the battle was already intense, rippling the dimension—it was not at its peak.

All felt an imminent threat when the Passue Matriarch stabbed her scythe downward.

Clang!!

Her gesture ignites a cataclysmic symphony of seismic upheaval.

As if her forceful thrust was the force of nature, the ground beneath her began to quake—as if recoiling from her deadly touch. Fissures spiderwebbing across the once-solid and watery terrain like intricate veins of despair.

Deathly white energy seethed around her form, suffusing the area with the air of foreboding.

Each pulse of her power resonated with the earth itself.

Reacting to the Passue Matriarch's power—the tremors intensified, the cracks spread visibly, yawning chasms gaping open like hungry maws eager to consume all in their path. Lifting her eyes forward, she struck the sense of death to the others' hearts.

Looking downward, Rex's senses were stimulated, he could hear crowded cries.

Something is coming!

Just the second after he thought of that—the earth erupted with pained cries as thousands of souls torn from the depths of the underworld were unleashed. Like a torrential storm that descended upon Rex, Edward, the Witch, and the Executo—their laments of torment echoed across the battlefield like a haunting dirge.

Almost instantly, they were forced to dodge and weave the incoming souls.

Each was forced to keep their focus high as the summoned souls aimed to hit their souls.

Despite managing to dodge some, the number of souls that the Passue Matriarch summoned—seemingly the souls that she had taken, it was impossible to dodge all of them. Even Rex—and Edward got hit several times as the souls passed through his form.

It induced an excruciating pain in their own souls, giving them the taste of death.

On the other hand, the Witch was flinching in pain.

'This is extremely bad, I don't know how long I can keep up with the pain' She pondered.

Glancing sideways to assess Rex's and Edward's condition, she drew in a sharp breath when she saw that instead of showing signs of agony—Rex wore a manic grin, evidently fueled by the pain. Similarly, Edward maintained a stoic demeanor—seemingly unfazed by the torment inflicted by the summoned souls.

'What kind of monsters are they? Their pain tolerance is freakishly high!' She exclaimed.