Abas gritted his teeth with pain as blood kept gushing out of his wound. His bone could be seen from where the wind blades had impacted him. He had completely let his guard down, as previously Aerial Cutter had only scratched him.
He felt that the brat was sinister. He had lured him into believing that his spells and attacks didn't have an impact on Abas, then, when he let his guard down, the brat showed his true strength. Thinking about the cunningness of the brat in front of him, Abas felt a chill run down his spine. If Cruzer could hear his reasoning, he would have clapped and bowed down for his great imagination.
"Dark Shield!" Abas roared, conjuring a barrier of dark energy around himself. The remaining wind blades dissipated as they struck the shield.
Since his spell seemed to be working, Cruzer didn't let up. He channeled his mana into another spell. "Fireball!" he cried, launching a massive orb of fire at Abas. The fireball sizzled through the air, its heat intense enough to scorch the earth beneath it.
Abas sneered and swung his greatsword, releasing a wave of dark energy to intercept the fireball. "Dark Cleaver!" he roared, and the dark wave collided with the fireball, causing a massive explosion that sent shockwaves through the battlefield.
Both fighters were momentarily blinded by the explosion, but Cruzer recovered first. He sprinted forward, his one-handed sword ready. "Sword Barrage!" he shouted, unleashing a flurry of rapid, powerful strikes at Abas.
Abas, still reeling from the explosion, struggled to block Cruzer's relentless assault. Each strike of Cruzer's sword sent shockwaves through Abas's dark armor, cracking it in several places. Abas growled in frustration and pain, summoning his dark energy once more.
"Dark Blast!" Abas bellowed, releasing a burst of dark energy from his body that knocked Cruzer back. Cruzer tumbled across the ground but quickly regained his footing. He could feel the strain of the battle wearing on him, but he knew he couldn't let up now.
Cruzer called upon his healing magic. "Heal!" he said, a soft green light enveloping his body and mending his wounds. With renewed vigor, he prepared for the next round.
Abas, panting heavily, glared at Cruzer. "You're persistent, I'll give you that. But let's see how you handle this!" He raised his greatsword, and dark energy began to swirl around it. "Dark Vortex!"
A swirling vortex of dark energy formed around Abas's sword, growing larger and more menacing by the second. He swung the sword toward Cruzer, unleashing the vortex. The dark energy surged forward, tearing up the ground as it barreled toward Cruzer.
Cruzer's mind raced. He had to think fast. "Mudwall!" he shouted, slamming his palm into the ground. A massive wall of earth rose up, but the dark vortex smashed through it like paper, losing only a fraction of its momentum.
Cruzer leaped into the air, avoiding the vortex by a hair's breadth. As he landed, he conjured another spell. "Aerial Cutter!" he shouted, sending another series of wind blades at Abas.
The wind blades struck Abas from multiple angles, cutting through his armor and drawing more blood. Abas roared in anger and pain, but Cruzer didn't stop. He followed up with a Fireball, launching the blazing orb at Abas.
The fireball exploded on impact, engulfing Abas in flames. Abas staggered back, his dark armor now cracked and scorched. But he wasn't finished yet. "You think you can defeat me with these petty attacks?" he snarled.
Abas channeled his dark energy once more, his eyes glowing brighter. "Dark Inferno!" he shouted, and a wave of dark flames erupted from his body, spreading out in all directions.
Cruzer had to act fast. He conjured another Mudwall, but the dark flames were relentless. The wall slowed them down, but they quickly began to melt through. Cruzer leaped to the side, avoiding the flames, and prepared his next attack.
"Fury Cutter!" he cried, charging at Abas with his sword glowing with elemental energy. He swung his sword with all his might, and the blade clashed with Abas's greatsword. Sparks flew as the two weapons met, the force of the clash creating a shockwave that rippled through the battlefield.
Abas gritted his teeth and pushed back, his dark energy surging. "You can't win, sinister brat!" he growled, his eyes blazing with fury.
Cruzer didn't falter. He channeled his newfound strength into his sword, pushing against Abas with all his might. "As if I will lose to a bandit like you," he shouted, his voice filled with determination.
Abas felt that he was losing to a brat who wasn't even an Adept tier Mystic as he was being pushed back. Abas then gathered all his strength into his greatsword.
Suddenly, he felt a numbing sensation in his hands, and he looked at the brat in front of him. He noticed a vicious smile on Cruzer's face, which then turned into a chant calling his spell name, "Thunder Strike."
A bolt of lightning had started to gather around Cruzer's sword creating a crackling sound which became louder and louder as Cruzer kept chaneling his mana and kept infusing it with electrifying energy.
Cruzer used all his strenght to parry Abas sword with his strike, which sent the arm holding the greatsword of Abas upwards due to forceful parry from Cruzer. As Abas had been left defenseless with this action, Cruzer swung his sword with all his might, and the electrified blade slashed through Abas's his dark armor, shattering it into pieces.
Abas's eyes widened in shock and terror as the lightning-infused blade struck him, sending a surge of electric energy through his body. He screamed in agony, his muscles convulsing uncontrollably as the electricity coursed through him.
Cruzer didn't let up. He followed through with a final, powerful strike, driving his sword into Abas's chest, chanelling lightening through his sword. The dark energy around Abas dissipated, and his body fell to the ground with a heavy thud, his seven orifices emiting smoke due to electrocution from Cruzer's attack.
Ding! Level up
Ding! Level up
Ding! Level up
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Level 21-> 49.
Congratulations host, Complete the advancement quest to Rank up to Adept Mystic.
Panting heavily, Cruzer stood over Abas's lifeless body, his sword still crackling with residual lightning. He had done it. He had defeated Abas. Due to drastic difference in their levels and Rank, he had obtained huge amount of Exp. But he was no mood to look at the system panel as he was still in the middle of battlefield and battle was not over yet.