The unknown took the chain-connected black daggers. He took the handle of the left dagger and swung the chain around his head. The dagger, asinged for his right hand, swung in a horizontal line, striking right at the necks of his enemy.
Amon took his dubble-edgged sword, slammed it against the dagger, turned 360 degrees, and banded a lightning bolt right into his left palm. He used the motion of the turn to throw the lightning at his enemy.
The unkown pulled with all of his might at the chian, and the dagger flew back into his asinged right hand as if it knew itself where to go.
Amon created a huge sphere of light in the air above both battlefields. Leon took his pistiol and shot three of his crystals right at the unknown, who had no idea what kind of weapon Leon used.
This, however, was not important for him. The unknown's body turned into water and fell to the ground, and in a matter of seconds, a pool of water appeared 30 centimeters away from Leon's feet.
Leon could already grasp what happened. He jumed back and shot a crystal again; the prism broke the lightning, and Leon's imagination became reality.
A giant fist that was surrounded by lightning struck the pool of water.
Unknown jumped out of her. He created an enormous gust of wind and fired himself 5 meters back, where Amon was already waiting for him.
Amon changed the sword to a spear with fire rings, which circled around the spear at top speeds. Amon stood there, ready to impale the unknown.
At that exact moment, Unkown threw a dagger and touched the chain with his foot, changing the dagger's trajectory.
The dagger shot straight at Amon. Amon dove under the dagger, stabbed the tip of the spear into the ground, and three billowing pillars of flame were created, striking the unknown.
The unknown took the middle of the chain and turned it as if he were a monk, spinning his staff to his left and right. With one swift motion, the dagger, together with the chain, turned around his body, consuming the fire. The daggers tried to wield the fire around them, which, for some reason, the unknown could not know. Flew away and burned the black trees all around the area.
The unknown created his own flames around his dagger and dashed at Amon. The chain that held the daggers together shortened, and the unknown started to use them as if they were Nunchucks and went right into close combat.
The unknown profession associated with them was unbelievably Nunchucks were for a serious reason; one little motion was enough to fracture the skull of a human body. But how did the unknown use his daggers as if they were nunchucks?
He swung them around his body, and when he needed to take them by the sharp blade, he held them with his thump and index finger and continued the motion.
Amon never fought against such an opponent in all of his life and would have died if Leon hadn't come to his rescue.
Ten Leon's appeared around the unknown; they walked around him, attacking him with a variety of weapons. Some had spears, some had swords, and some had bows. The real Leon, however, stood on a black rock, aiming his pistol right at the unknown.
This time, however, he used not his blessing but arc magic instead. A beam of glowing blue energy shot towards the unknown, followed by a crystal.
Leon used his imagination to create three flaming tornadoes rotating in a circle.
"Path of Destruction: Destroying Clouds."
Red clouds appeared in the sky and fell towards the earth; the unknown stood right under them, taking the full blow.
The impact of the clouds created a crater that widened out; cracs in the form of a spider web made their way to the ground, and in the middle of it, the person who survived all of that
A thick blue layer had been created around the unknown, protecting him from receiving severe damage.
A part of his sleeves were destroyed, revealing black clothing that matched the cloak. This person wore black everywhere and left not a single trace of who he might be or how he might look.
He charged forward with a dubble-egged sword again. The sword has been surrounded by darkness.
Amon swung his sword in a vertical line. The unknown blocked him with his dagger, wrapped the chain around Amon's wrist, and turned himself around under Amon's arm.
He pulled the wrist with the chain up towards his head while he pressed Amon's shoulder down with his hand.
A little pressure was enough, and Amon's arm was fixed and couldn't move. Amon lied with his stomach on the ground; if he moved the wrong way, his arm would break; if he did nothing, he would die. Leon was his only chance to survive now.
The chain disappeared as if it had never been there. The unkown stopped with his foot on Amon's back; he took both daggers and struck towards Amon's spine.
In the very last moment, Leon shot a magic arrow at the unkown; the arrow hit the unkown's shoulder. The damage was not severe, but the knockback of the attack saved Amon.
Amon's body began to get covered in white bandages all over his body, and with a single stomp on the ground, Amon dashed forward. Amon moved at a speed that was too high for every normal mage; however, this mage right in front of him had no problems reacting to this.
The unkown wrapped rocks all around his body; Amon's fist collided with the stone and shattered it to pieces; the person inside of it still remained unscattered.
This changed, however, as Leon appeared right behind Amon and smashed the handle of his gun against the unkowns head.
As the unknown looked up, Leon was gone, and Amon was nowhere to be found. The unkown's body realeased a blue-shining energy that wrepped itself around him. The dust on the ground behind him levitated into midair; stones joined the dust and moved around the unkown in a circling motion.
'One, two, three, four, five."
Amon moved around; the shadow step made him appear invisible; no trace, noise, smell, or even a footstep were there. The unknown could now only depend on the capabilities of his arc magic and his intuition.
The daggers got attached to each other by the chain again. The unkown hung the chain over his neck while looking on the ground and with both daggers tightly held into his hands.
"Six."
In the very moment the unknown heard Amon say this number, white, thin walls were created all over around him, capturing him in a five-cubic-meter-long cube. As the unkown saw the image of an in-black bandage-wrepped man, the blue energy around his body became blood red, a pressure that smashed a rock two meters away from the unkown.
When the dark figure started to make the exact same gestures as Amon did on the day he destroyed the Santalia Bridge, the blood red energy became more intense, and the earth around him ripped open, creating a giant gap in the earth. This gap was far wider than the cube in which the unknown had been trapped. Amon knew that it was time to get things over with faster and began to form the dragon out of three times more Qi than usual. The gate that levitated behind Amon's back gave everything it had, pushing all the Qi out it was capable of.
The dragon's shape was formed by the black clouds that flew in the red sky. The blue dragon appeared, far bigger and more threatening than it had been on the bridge. Its blue scales were three times the size, and even if the unkown could feel not a single thing from the dragon, the danger of the energy he created in the center of his mouth was dangerous. His instincts screamed this.
"Path of the Dragons: Ishat's Wrath"
A blue beam of pure power made its way towards the unknown; the top of the cube opened, giving the beam a chance to hit its target.
The stranger focused all of the red energy he had generated directly into his skyward palms.
With incredible speed, the sphere above his hands became as large as the cube he was in, and with one blow, it contained the entire hope of the unknown. The bullet was fired directly at the dragon's beam.
Both powers collided and engaged in a battle for dominance when a powerful blast wave stretched its way across the sky, shattering the top of a mountain it passed and then disappearing into the sky along with the dragons and dissolving.
"ROARRR!"
An eardrum-shattering roar appeared out of nowhere. Both worriors followed the direction of the noise, where Leon had been followed by a Sroc. Amon passed his way by the unkown, and the gigentic ice spear flew directly at the unkown.
Leon's plan was chaos, in which they would need to kill each other while facing the real enemy. The Sroc was way too powerful to be faced alone by even one of the four people that were in the demonic land.