"I wish I could take your praise," I said with a smile and got up. I failed on breaking the steles, and now I have to face it head-on.
"You are too humble; you had co a few hours earlier, you would have been able to stop , and it would cost dearly," It said. There is no nace that could be heard from its voice, and it even feels quite cultured.
Our conversation felt like two friends talking and not mortal enemies who would try their hardest to kill each other.
"What was that exactly you have strengthened your core with?" I asked; a surprise flashed in its eyes as it heard my question before it had disappeared.
"It is the essence of beast," It replied simply, and this ti it was my turn to surprise. The answer is not simple as it said, but if it is telling the truth, then this Werewolf is one lucky bastard to get sothing like that to strengthen its core.
"You are very lucky to get sothing like it," I said to which a bright smile appeared on its face.
"Yes, I am, and now turned even luckier now that you have co," It said while directly looking at my chest, which made feel a little uncomfortable for so reason.
"My grand art is telling your core is sothing that would benefit a lot, a lot more than what beast essence has provided , which is quite shocking seeing I have not felt that even from the Grandmasters," It said, scaring the hell out of .
I had specifically added several formations in my core that would stop scrying of others, seeing big the core of my secrete is but this Grimm bastard was still able to sense sothing from it.
The Grand Arts, you really can’t underestimate them, I thought as I gripped my sword tightly and prepared myself for a very dangerous battle.
"You think you can defeat ," I asked with a smile, not showing fluctuation of emotions I am having in my heart.
"I know I can. My art is telling I could, and my art had never been wrong," It said, alarming even further. A scrying type of art is one of the most dangerous ones; those who possess them are very tricky to deal with.
"Many people thought the sa, even that Eagleman had thought that but all of them had gone to the underworld," I said, and it did not seem surprise hearing that, even seed quite pleased by it.
"You are quite powerful, alright, but still nothing in front of ," It said; its sealed aura exploded.
For a mont, horror dawned on my face as I had throught I was facing a Grandmaster, but I quickly recovered and activated the most optimum move to deal with this Golden Fire Werewolf, forgetting all the strategies I had made to deal with it.
It had launched the attack the mont it had revealed its power. A sword appeared in its hand, a rarity among the Werewolves who usually prefer the long claws.
As the sword appeared, imdiately shining golden fire appeared on its blade, and it ca at with a speed that is even greater than of any Master I had ever faced.
It would appear in front of before I fully activated my move, and that would be the death of . If I calculated correctly, then the power behind its attack is at least three tis greater than the most powerful attack of Eagleman Vidette.
I couldnt bear such a powerful attack; it would be extrely dangerous. Thankfully, I had made so preparation; it would not reach before I activated my move fully.
Bang Bang Bang
It had just taken a step when it clashed against an invisible energy shield; even with all its power, it was not able to sense it, but it did not matter to it as it had directly charged through it, doing the sa with the energy field that ca after and another after that.
It blasted through one energy shield after another, incinerating them with the light golden fire that is covering its body lightly.
Earlier, when I knew I would not be able to break the steles, I decided to use the runes and energy contained in them for sothing else. I did not have much hope for them, but I had not thought they would break so easily under the might of Werewolf.
Still, they have helped greatly; they have slowed down the Werewolf enough for to activate my move.
As it broke through the last and final energy shield, it saw the twelve shields revolving around . Its eyes beca serious, and it had brought down its blazing sword on a shield in front of it.
Its blazing golden sword clashed against my shield, lighting it up with the rest of the shield, but other than that, it was not able to do anything.
I had used all the boost and internal energy to not hold back on anything; I had even used a crown of roses. If I had only activated the shield, its attack would have broken through it, its most powerful Master attack I had ever faced.
It stopped after its first attack and looked at my shields with great surprise before a recognization flashed in its eyes, and shock appeared in it for a mont before it had disappeared.
"You were at the Fort Ardon, right? You have fought against the Grandmaster and survived," It said.
My shields are very difficult to hide from that other attack; I could only change their color and nothing else. The weave has to be perfect, and so is the shape of the shield, I could make so changes in size and color, but intelligent people recognize it after they have at it.
"Yes, that was ," I replied; there is no need to hide.
"Hehe, it would be really fun to see the look on that old bastard face when I show your head to him," The Werewolf said with a laugh, and an even more powerful aura exploded from it.
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