The Moonlight Swordsman

Chapter 330 1 Vs 100 ( Close Range)

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"Shelly, I am going now, take care of the kids," Vespara said.

She made her way to the teleportation magic circle she had carefully made ahead of time.

Yet, just as her fingers hovered over the magic circle, a familiar voice echoed in her mind. 

"Don't go anywhere; stay where you are."

"Miss... Alora.. But Aizel will die like this. Don't tell me you are going to help him." Vespara asked with a little hope.

"No, he doesn't need anyone's help."

"But he will die like this..

"Just do what I said, don't make me say it twice."

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[Master Master, please wake up. You can't die like this, we have so many things to accomplish..]

[Are you going to die like this without even finding your own mother... what happened to all that talk you did? YOU ASSHOLE WAKE UP..]

Sh...ut up, Sekki, no o-one is dy..dying."

With a determined effort, Aizel began to rise from the ground, his movements slow and deliberate.

The injury to his hand, which had caused bleeding, was tended to by Irfrit's abilities. The armor enveloped the wound, staunching the flow of blood with its mystical powers by sucking some of his blood.

Even with Irfrit's help, Aizel's body showed signs of an intense fight. Countless bruises adorned his skin, and the places where he had bled were evident.

Almost 20% mental core energy remains." Aizel thought.

"Ready for another beating? This time you will stay down forever," Ravanna said, slowly walking towards him.

Aizel raised the one arm he still had, shut his eyes to block out the world around him, and got into a fighting stance.

At the Felgura Kingdom balcony,

"Why is he not giving up? Clearly, he is going to die," Xavier asked.

"The kid has a lot of fighting spirit; I like that," Yongiri commented.

Meanwhile, Aquarian kept his piercing eyes on Aizel, watching closely as the brave mage got into his battle stance.

A subtle, knowing smile graced Aquarian's lips, hinting at a deeper understanding of the unfolding events.

"You think you can still take me with just one hand, human?" Ravanna asked, getting closer to Aizel as he walked.

Focus, focus, focus... just like the ocean...."

"It's time for you to be gone from this world." Ravanna clenched his fist tightly and punched right at Aizel's face.

In a mesmerizing turn of events, Aizel's calm demeanor belied the intense focus that lay within him. With a mere flick of his hand, droplets of water acted as a calming wave, deftly deflecting Ravanna's thunderous punch.

Aizel's agility was amazing as he seamlessly altered the punch trajectory at the last second, confusing Ravanna with the sudden change.  I think you should take a look at

Aizel opened two fingers, pointed them like the barrel of a gun, and let out a water jet-cutting stream that shot forward with more force this time.

In a swift and precise strike, the jet of water severed one of the heads atop Ravanna's palm, a head that had wielded the power of wind magic.

"W-WHAT... YOU HUMANNNNN..."

Ravanna quickly made a long, deadly spear of ice appear in his hands. His intent was clear; he raised his hand with a menacing purpose, aiming to deliver a brutal and piercing blow to Aizel.

Yet, Aizel's reaction was as fluid and dynamic as the elements he controlled with imagination. 

With an almost effortless wave of his arm, he treated the ice spear like a gentle water wave. The deadly weapon began to shift, morphing from solid ice into fluid water at Aizel's command.

The enchanting display continued as the water transformed into vapor, dissipating into thin air.

A new spectacle unfolded as another head of Ravanna's eyes opened, aglow with crackling lightning.

Ravanna used a sudden surge of power to send out a flurry of lightning bolts, one after the other, in a frenzied and unyielding manner.

In the middle of the electrifying storm of lightning bolts, Aizel rose to the challenge with unwavering resolve. 

In a breathtaking display of power, Aizel's command over the lightning seemed absolute. With a mere flick of his hand, he harnessed the crackling bolts, bending them to his will in an instant.

This human is manipulating both my ice and lightning easily because he has the same core; my wind magic is gone with the head. Now the only way to fight him in close range battle and squash him like a bug."

With this new thought, Ravanna rushed towards Aizel.

In an instant, there was no more space between them, and they were locked in a close-range fight. 

Ravanna charged forward with his hand ready for another thunderous punch, but Aizel was prepared. 

Aizel responded with a straight upper kick, putting Ravanna off balance and redirecting his attack with the help of the water droplets that surrounded his legs. 

Seizing the opportunity, Aizel twisted his body with remarkable fluidity, executing a spinning kick aimed squarely at Ravanna's chest. 

The blow knocked the Orge back, giving the two of them a brief break from fighting. 

Ravanna rushed forward once again.

His hands became a blur as he kept throwing punches at Aizel, each one trying to break through Aizel's defenses. Yet Aizel's quick moves were like a hypnotic dance.

He effortlessly dodged each punch with fluid head movements and deft footwork.

As Ravanna got ready to throw a powerful punch, Aizel saw a chance. Swift as a flicker of lightning, he deftly evaded the incoming blow by retreating momentarily.

Seizing the opportunity, he bent down, using his arms as a springboard, and launched both legs, which hit with incredible force straight at Ravanna's jaws.

With astounding agility, Aizel leaped with precision, landing gracefully upon Ravanna's broad shoulder. 

He cleverly took one of the last smoke gas bombs out of his arsenal and quickly shoved it into Ravanna's open mouth.

Before the ogre could react, Aizel delivered another swift kick to his face, ensuring the smoke gas container was securely lodged inside.

With a calculated retreat, he jumped back and distanced himself from Ravanna, moving quickly to create a safe buffer between them.