The Moonlight Swordsman

Chapter 327 1 Vs 100 (Aizel Vs Rakasha Ravanna)

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[Master, Calm down. Remember the training, right?]

Hmmm... You are right, Sekki. It seems I need to train more."

The anger that Aizel had at first melted away, and a soft warmth spread over his face to form a warm smile.

"I am looking forward to ripping you apart in many pieces, you giant piece of meat," He said with a smile, like a Buddha.

"Hoooo... then let me introduce myself, you puny human.. I am the Rakasha Ravanna from the Orge Tribe."

"I am Aizel,"

"Now let me see how much...

Before Ravanna could finish, a strong rush of lightning swept through Aizel, crackling and dancing over his right arm, which became a bright blue color. 

He didn't hesitate for a second before he rushed forward, pushed forward by the lightning power running through him. 

His hand, which was wrapped in a dazzling web of lightning, hit Ravanna in the middle of the body with full force.

Even after Aizel's fist connected with what appeared to be an immovable mountain, Ravanna didn't budge an inch, remaining stationary with a puzzled grin on his face. 

Not a single inch did he give way, seemingly untouched and untroubled by the thunderous impact, as if the strike had never happened at all.

"Is that all?" He asked.

Aizel's fist stayed on Ravanna's stomach, which didn't move, but he wasn't one to be deterred.

His eyes gleamed with ferocity as he sprang into action, his legs bursting with a jolt of lightning.

As Aizel tried to push back the Orge in front of him, he moved with such force that the air cracked. Around him, lightning crackled and danced, making a fascinating show of moving electricity. He tried to use his lightning-fast speed to move Ravanna from her firm position. 

*VROOOOM*

*PSSSSSSSS*

Irfrit, the magical armor Aizel was wearing, jumped into action and wove itself into the middle of the fight.

From its elbow, a burst of steam came out, which quickly turned into a swirl of bright blue flames around Aizel's clenched fist.

The enchanted flames infused his punch with newfound strength and energy, adding a powerful boost to his already formidable strike.

Ravanna's eyes widened in astonishment, realizing too late the peril he faced. 

Now stronger than ever, Aizel's punch shot toward the Orge like a comet shooting through the night sky.

The impact was cataclysmic, as the force behind the blow proved too much for Ravanna to withstand and send him flying down through cliffs straight toward the forest.

As the dust settled and the sound of the collision faded, the once unmovable figure lay on the ground, surrounded by the destroyed foilage.

Aizel's resolve blazed within him like an inferno, and with a burst of fiery energy, he propelled himself forward, flames swirling and dancing around his legs like a magnificent phoenix in flight. 

The fiery thrust sent him straight toward Ravanna.

Aizel attacked again with a new punch, but Ravanna was faster than a blink and rose to meet the challenge.

In a feat of astounding speed, he intercepted Aizel's blow, catching the fist in his iron-like grip with just one of his arms.

"Now it's my turn, kid."I think you should take a look at

Ravanna grabbed Aizel's body as if he were nothing but a piece of cloth and swung him through the air with a flick of his arm.

In a devastatingly swift follow-up, his other arm came flying forward and landed a thunderous hit right in the middle of Aizel's stomach.

The impact was nothing short of brutal.

Ravanna's blow was so powerful that it sent shockwaves through Aizel's body. He let out a painful gasp. Red drops of blood came out of his mouth as if his very life force had been shaken loose.

His punch sent Aizel soaring like a helpless bird into the vast emptiness of the sky. 

The minutes seemed to go on forever, Aizel slowly fell from the sky, falling toward the ground at an incredible speed.

As he got closer to the ground, the momentum of his descent led him to drag over the surface, serving as a sobering reminder of the immense force that had launched him into the air.

Finally, with a jarring thud, Aizel came to a stop, the ground beneath him groaning in protest against the impact. The dust around him swirled in the aftermath of his landing.

"Fuck... t-that was heavy."

[Master, he is rushing towards us]

Ravanna rushed toward Aizel with incredible speed. He had all four of his arms wrapped around him in a deadly embrace, ready to deliver a crushing blow.

Yet, in the face of this formidable assault, Aizel's response was deceptively simple. 

He calmly raised just two fingers, and from them, a slender stream of water surged forth, akin to a precision water jet cutter.

The thin, razor-sharp water jet hit its target with uncanny precision, cutting through one of Ravanna's arms with a surge of shocking force.

The Orge fell backward, his eyes widening in shock and pain as green blood poured from the severed arm.

*Cough*

In spite of the brief coughing spell that seized him, Aizel managed to get to his feet and stare intently at Ravanna.

The Orge's mastery over ice magic was on full display as he swiftly worked to mend the wound on his severed arm.

"Do you need more time?" Aizel asked.

Ravanna's wide-open mouth let out a sudden and chilling show of force. A freezing ice ray shot out like a slithering snake and hurtled toward Aizel with cold rage. 

Aizel's reactions were finely tuned to deal with this immediate threat.

With a quick jump, he dodged the attack by a hair's breadth, just missing the cold ray.

The ice ray's effect was nothing short of amazing. The place it hit was frozen over right away, and the ground turned into a crystalline landscape of ice and frost.

Trees and foliage were encapsulated in an otherworldly sheen, their once vibrant hues swallowed by the ethereal, icy veil.

With effortless grace, Ravanna rose on one of his powerful legs.

He slammed into the ground with great force, making a loud thud. In reaction to his authoritative touch, an arctic force swept through the earth like a tidal wave, freezing everything in its path.

The ground trembled under the weight of his impact, and from the epicenter of his strike, a frosty cascade spread outward, enveloping the once vibrant landscape in an icy shroud.

Trees, grass, and even the air itself were swiftly ensnared in the grip of an otherworldly winter.