Witnessing the purple world expanding at unbelievable speeds and enveloping the entire floor, Haoran's blood ran cold.
Being an experienced man, he had long since determined that the young man before him wasn't soone who resorted to bluffs.
Hence, the purple world that enveloped everything including his Holy Zone truly made him nervous.
He had to discover the restrictions of this purple domain!
However, he didn't anticipate that there would be no need for experintation, as the effects of Shye's domain were imdiately apparent.
It restricted the usage of mana.
It also provides buffs to those who use swords.
Unfortunately, the old dog's weapon is a greataxe, which did not qualify him to receive the said power-ups.
'Shit! Shit! Shit!' Haoran cursed upon feeling the mana restrictions.
His domain uses a certain portion of his mana per minute to remain active, if the mana supply was abruptly cut off, then it would imdiately deactivate the next minute.
He had to wrap this up, and fast!
Feigning calmness despite having a turbulent heart, Haoran stopped talking and focused on the task at hand, charging straight toward Shye with lethal ferocity.
Shye rely sneered in disdain, though, as he could sense slight desperation in what seed to be his adversary's valiant advance.
Currently, the entire floor was a mix of purple and gold, however, based on the old dog's reaction, Shye believed that it would be entirely purple sooner or later.
Hence, he decided to toy with the desperate old filth.
Facing Haoran's greataxe that was currently on a fierce downward trajectory, Shye raised both greatswords in an X-block, effectively allowing him to block the old bastard's skill-empowered blow.
Similar battle sequences then happened for the next twenty seconds, causing the anxiety and fear inside Haoran's heart to burgeon.
After a while, the old filth's calm exterior finally broke.
"YOU LITTLE TURTLE!! FACE LIKE A MAN!!" he exclaid in utter fury without stopping his ferocious onslaught of attacks.
He was running out of ti and the damned ashen-haired young man in front of him just had to switch fighting styles.
Haoran wasn't sure if Shye had already discovered the limited ti his sacred domain had left, but he didn't have the ti to care.
He had to finish Shye off within thirty seconds!
Fortunately, a bright idea occurred to him—one that stemd from his countless life-and-death experiences.
"ORAAAAAHHH!! DIE!! BRAT!!"
Haoran began to act wildly, seemingly allowing desperation and anxiety to overco his seasoned heart as he repeatedly swung his greataxe with reckless abandon.
Soon after, openings that Shye could exploit started popping up from ti to ti, tempting Shye to go in for the kill.
Unfortunately for the old filth, the idea that his 120-points-of-intelligence brain could co up with reeked of a trap in Shye's eyes.
After all, it was a bit hard to believe that a seasoned old man, despite evident desperation, would give Shye such huge openings—ones that were enough to threaten his life.
Hence, the first thing that entered Shye's mind was that the old dog was baiting him to go in for the kill, which was actually spot on.
Nevertheless, he was eager to confirm the old filth's intentions, hence, he promptly executed the counterplan he had devised.
"Hahahaha! Such evident desperation! DIE! OLD FILTH!!" Shye exclaid as he pretended to charge in and stab both of his greatswords towards Haoran's ribs, only to turn around at the last second and use [Dash] to suddenly escape.
Had his guess been wrong, Shye would've appeared extrely foolish.
Not that it mattered as the only person who had the chance to witness his random actions was unconscious.
Only, Shye didn't actually expect his counterplan to work so smoothly.
Imdiately after he dashed away, Haoran unleashed his rare-tier [Lunarian Slash], which had just beco available after its cooldown, utilizing his stamina as a catalyst.
The attack was directed toward Shye's previous location, demolishing a significant portion of the entire ninth floor.
Unfortunately, it hit nothing but the ground, causing the old filth's heart to drop.
'Shit!'
Inwardly cursing after realizing that he was the one who was baited to release his skill, the seasoned old bastard imdiately determined that there was no way for him to win for now, hence, he imdiately turned around and ran towards the staircases.
Observing the old filth's foolish actions, Shye rely sneered in disdain before saying:
"Oh, right, my skill has one more effect: no one can exit until I either deactivate it or I'm killed." Stay updated through empire
Naturally, the desperate old filth didn't believe Shye, trying to smash the purple barriers of the sword realm with everything he had.
Well, his strikes actually bore fruit, cracking the barrier slightly.
Unfortunately, that was it.
At the rate he was going, it would take Haoran a few minutes to escape—sothing Shye wouldn't allow to happen.
The old bastard also knew this, hence, with gnashed teeth, he turned around.
"I-I admit defeat. If you allow to live, I can give y–"
*FWOOSH!*
Again, Haoran's words were cut short upon realizing that Shye was going for him with bad intentions.
"Brat! Calm down! You can get much more from than what your city or guild would reward you with!" The old filth pleaded as he barely dodged one of Shye's attacks.
"Heh, you can go to hell, old bastard. I'll thoroughly search this place and take everything I want once you're gone anyway."
What Haoran failed to understand was that Shye was planning to capture him and torture him, hence, one of his greatswords had blades of despair active.
Soon enough, once the first hit landed, the old filth felt his energy leave his body, causing him to panic upon finally realizing what the young man's plan was.
He pleaded hard, only for his words to land on deaf ears as the young man in front of him seed to truly enjoy his desperate and pathetic appearance.
Unfortunately, after the first hit, Haoran began to slow down, allowing Shye to land more hits; then, a few minutes later, the old bastard finally collapsed on the ground—utterly incapacitated.
"Hahaha... Didn't I tell you, old scourge? I'm determined to make you suffer today, and nothing you say will save you now that you're in my clutches. If only you hadn't dared to target my woman, I wouldn't have cared about your scummy organization."
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