*Slash*
"Fuck... again... but you're not looking good too!"
Xavier exclaid as he took his dying breaths with his chest half open, seeing the half-dead, but still alive state of his opponent. Cuts and bruises were everywhere on both parties, but the difference was that the white silhouette wasn't burning his life to fight. It wasn't even using Qi, an energy vital for warriors.
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[Death]: 999
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"...Silhouette, this will be the last battle. I will fucking kill you."
The silhouette looked towards Xavier as if he understood what was just said. It even seed as if it was smirking, which got on Xavier's nerves. Xavier had discovered quite a few facts about this mysterious opponent.
'This thing's sentient, very much so. It can feel fear, happiness, anger, everything. And it can also learn. The reason why I couldn't beat it was because it was also growing and adapting to , the sa way I was adapting to it. To defeat it, I need to surpass myself in every aspect possible.'
Once again, for the thousandth ti, both clashed swords and began the exchange of moves. It was the peak of swordsmanship, one achieved from the skill of an Archon, ever growing in the flas of battle.
A slash countered with a parry,
A parry leading to a stab,
A stab leading to a feint,
A feint leading to another feint,
Finally, both fall back due to recoil.
Once again dashing with their swords gleaming, the dance continued.
Each strike sharpened the other's blade, each feint sharpened their focus.
Each wound fueled their battle spirit, neither of them backing down the slightest bit.
'This... This is it. An opponent who can truly match . How many years has it been since I felt such a thrill of the battle? A fight without consequences, without results, where I can let loose even at the cost of my life, it's way more enjoyable than the fight I had with the hero...
This bastard ain't gonna die the normal way, I need to hit harder. A strike, sothing stronger, sharper, and better than all others I've made now. I need to burn my soul more...
burn.
Burn.
BURN!'
Xavier's sword and soul responded to his will, burning even brighter and being infused with even more power. He struck the silhouette with the blade, and for the first ti, the silhouette was pushed back.
Xavier had done it. He had surpassed the strength of a rank 4 while being uninitiated. Even though it took unimaginable sacrificial techniques and extre battle montum, the fact that a feat considered to be surely impossible was achieved.
Xavier didn't let this montum go, as he struck again, and harder this ti. He struck again and again, each of his strikes being more powerful than the one before. He knew that he could never do sothing like this in real life, as the cost had beco deadly a long ti ago already. What he was doing now, was squeezing out even more power from his life, by using his burning will as fuel.
*CRASH*
*BOOM*
*CLANG*
*SLASH*
*STAB*
'An opening!'
Xavier had pried open an opening with his strength, and this ti on a vital point. He knew this wasn't a fake one, he could sll the fear from the silhouette. Xavier gathered all his remaining strength and then so, and unleashed a slash on the neck of the opponent.
'It's OVER!'
[Advent of Insanity.]
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"...Huh?"
*BOOOOM*
A destructive power never unleashed yet in the fight, encapsulates Xavier and makes him fly far back. His arm was completely shattered, bones and all. His nerves were fried from shock, his muscles were torn and burst to the microscopic level. His hand had beco a bloody purple ss, it wasn't even recognizable as a hand anymore.
'W-What was that? Did that fucker just speak, more than that, did it use Advent of Insanity? My prized technique, he used that against as a trump card?
...Now, of all monts? Did he hold that back all this while? He could've overpowered easily, but he falsely gave hope, he led on like this? I burn my soul, my life, my will, my everything in this battle, and he treats it like a joke?'
Xavier, now all battered up, looked towards the silhouette. He had seen sothing he had not seen coming but should've expected. The silhouette was smiling. Condescendingly. It seed to say that it's useless to try to win against it. There was no will to fight from it, just mockery from watching the pathetic struggle play out in front of it a thousand tis.
'Maybe... It was impossible from the start. If it can use Advent of Insanity, it can probably use other techniques too. Since it is of the strength of Rank 4, it won't even face too much recoil... I should just give up, I took up an impossible task in the first place...'
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"IS WHAT YOU THOUGHT, RIGHT?!"
Xavier once more got up despite all the deadly injuries. All the muscles responsible for movent were already damaged, he was moving from pure soul power from Desolation's Requiem.
"YOU FUCKER! YOU WANNA COPY TECHNIQUES?! COPY THIS, YOU SOUL-LESS BASTARD!"
Xavier was pissed beyond reason now. This was the first ti he was mocked like this, to this extent. If he was simply weaker, then it should've been clear with a one-sided thrashing. Instead, it played with his emotions and made him believe in a slim chance of victory. To grasp that chance, he gave his everything, lost, gained more, and gave everything once more. Again and again.
In the face of that sincere effort, the silhouette just spat in his face by using that technique in the last second.
Xavier gathered his soul powers inside him and directed it back to where it ca from. A thousand deaths while using his soul were enough to let him sense it clearly. He imagined the fla burning inside him and did a crazy suicidal thing he couldn't even imagine before.
'I need more power. A brighter fla than that bastard could ever even imagine. To get even a spark of that fla, I will sacrifice the whole of the power I wield now!'
He used the soul power to fuel the fla which burned his soul. He had used Desolation's Requiem to boost Desolation's Requiem.
This gave him a brighter, more potent power. But Xavier wasn't satisfied.
He used the newfound power to once again boost the fla.
A brighter fla, a stronger spark. But it wasn't over.
'more. more. more. more. more. More.
More. More. More. More. MORE. MORE.
MORE. MORE. MORE. MOREEEEEEE!'
The flas kept burning hotter, the spark kept getting smaller and more powerful.
Finally, all of Xavier's soul was used up. He had a few seconds to live, but what he had now, was unimaginable power. His anger had enlightened him, he had created sothing surpassing the ultimate move of his very own Supre Demonic Arts.
"Copy this, robot."
A small bright star, condensed with highly unstable soul power was floating on the tip of Xavier's sword. The power was so extre that it even distorted the fabric of spaceti around it. It was small, yet infinitely powerful. This was his masterpiece, his conclusion to the Supre Demonic Arts.
'Oh how arrogantly I assud I had exhausted these damn arts... But this is it, my tribute to these arts assisting on the journey of my previous life.
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"Supre Demonic Arts: Conclusion
Demonic Soul Supernova."
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