Monster Soul Online Chapter 325: Rhythm of the Single-Drop Ocean

The sound of intense fighting coming from where the Black Werewolf King had kicked Clute indicated that at least one duel was still ongoing. As for the duel between Sila and Anubis, there was no response. The fact that no one had co back implied that it was ongoing though. Regardless, Buraphas mind was deeply concentrating on his own duel. The outco of the other duels could no longer affect his state of mind.

A minute had passed, but Revin still showed no sign of wanting to separate himself from the red throne. He simply opened his system window and checked its contents as if his opponent didn't deserve his attention. Truthfully, though, he was testing Buraphas patience, tempting the man to attack so he could end it with a decisive counterattack.

Contrary to Revins expectations, however, Burapha beca even calr. His art relied on using stillness to subdue motions. Even when his or his friends lives were on a thin border between life and death, keeping his cool was an absolute must. He must be as calm as an ocean, encircling lands with his embrace.

For so matters, slower will be faster. Sila had taught Burapha this concept.

Revin was more experienced, stronger, and had a higher level than him. Thus, Burapha couldnt afford to put himself into a more unfavorable situation, no matter how trivial it would be, including abandoning his strong point and going up to attack.

Your na is... Burapha, right? Revin started a conversation. The first ti we t, it was in Zhongsuyuan City. Unexpectedly, it will also be the last.

This encounter may not be our last though. Who knows? We may et again after the war event.

Nah. All of us, Montra, Kawin, and I, already gave our word to the other guilds affiliated with us that we will disband the guild regardless of the war events outco. Then, we will quit the ga.

In fact, Burapha had heard the rumors from Beluga and the ga forum. With Revins confirmation, he now knew that Montra and his gang were serious about it.

The Heavenly Dragon Guild was among the earliest guilds founded in Monster Soul. It always ranked as the number one guild, possessing the greatest manpower and influence. The amount of profit that they had made and would make must be astronomical. As a rchant, he didnt understand why Montra would abandon such a big source of revenue for nothing.

I see... so this is the last ti.

Revin nodded. Yep. You wont get another opportunity.

Burapha inwardly scread, What a sly move! in his mind. On the surface, it might look like Revin was babbling pointlessly. However, it was actually a mind ga, pressuring Burapha to believe that this was a deathmatch with everything on the line. Kill or be killed. There was no third option, ntally blocking the option of escape.

True, Burapha didnt have any desire to escape from the very start. However, having options and having no choice obviously put different kinds of pressure on him.

Revin smirked and suddenly stood up. He gently stroked his heavy sword, showing many openings. Nevertheless, Burapha was aware that those were traps. Even if he rushed at Revin, it wasnt guaranteed that he could succeed at delivering the first strike. Revins speed was quite high.

Every ti Burapha encountered Revin, the latter seed to always change his main weapons. He used his inspection skill to identify the heavy sword in Revins hand from afar and found that it was the S-grade Lantable Dragon Sword, which was a weapon bound to its master. It didnt have any special options though.

An S-grade weapon with no options? Burapha doubted it. He raised his vigilance. There must be sothing fishy about that sword.

Dont waste any more ti. Co. I still have to severely punish those players in Zhongsuyuan City later. Examples must be set, or else they wont realize how much trouble they have caused.

Burapha tightened his grip on the lance. His ring, which Lala was sealed inside, let out a faint glow.

You must know those players were tricked by us to cause a riot. Dont you think they are guiltless?

Guiltless? Revin chuckled. How innocent you are. Everyone in the world is always guilty. Even if they dont commit cris, they are still guilty for not stopping the criminals. Even if they do try to stop, they are still guilty of being unable to stop them. If soone argues that they are clueless about cris so they cant possibly stop them, they are still guilty for not doing anything. A kind kingdom where everyone lives oh-so-peacefully only exists in cheap lodramatic novels that adults write to trick kids. The real world is not and wont ever be like that.

Burapha didnt agree. So people are trying their hardest to make the world a better place though. That kind of person does exist. The world in your perspective is too dark.

Rather, its the world in your perspective that is too shallow. People do good things to fish for complints. Furthermore, them doing good deeds doesnt always an they have good intentions. Even if they do, it still doesnt an those on the receiving end will feel good about it. Well, for argunts sake, even if the result becos win-win, its still an act of seeking self-benefit. Even if they sincerely desire nothing material in return, at the very least, they still subconsciously hope to get the warm and fuzzy feelings from doing it.

If put that way, Revins world really wouldnt have even a single good person. Burapha was curious. It was a wonder how the sa world could be so different when looking from different angles.

Revin held his heavy sword. Thats why... the only things I trust in my world are myself and the sword in my hand.

Once his hand touched the hilt, bits of the blade started to fall off, letting out a lanting cry. Revins magic power poured into the sword, then the sword converted it to qi. The sound of the blade slowly chipping away was so sad that it was heartbreaking. Every ti a dent appeared on the blade, Burapha would feel so sorrowful that tears dwelled in his eyes.

The Lantable Dragon Sword. I got it from a special quest. Only I can wield it. Every ti I use it, it will gradually implode.

Such a negative option implied that one shouldnt underestimate the power of the sword. The more serious and permanent the downside of an item was, the more powerful it would be.

Nevertheless, Burapha, too, was confident in his Eastern Sea Evil Lance. His pure psychic power flew into the black lance, causing the golden letters on it to glow. Only when battling against an opponent of the dragon race would the lance display its maximum potential.

Burapha dismissed every unnecessary thought. His mind focused solely on a droplet of water in his sea of consciousness. Although it was a single droplet, its size was as large as an ocean.

Rhythm of the Single-Drop Ocean.

There were no visible changes except for Buraphas eye, the one which wasnt covered by his eyepatch. It gradually lost focus and looked dazed.

Interesting! So you can use Rhythm, huh? Even I cant do it. Revin dragged his heavy sword along the floor. The swords wailing sound and the sound of the friction were frantically distracting.

Among the three top leaders of the Heavenly Dragon GuildsMontra, Revin, and Kawinthe one who was the most reliant on his battle instincts and quick-wit was Revin. He was adventurous and disliked troubleso paperwork. Even though he was a magic-type player who could technically use Solarias spells, the number of spells he had morized was less than ten. Among those spells, not even one was high-tier. He only rembered spells which were easy-to-use, convenient, and could be cast quickly.

When in battle, there were only three things that he fully trusted: the sword in his hands, Fla Phoenix Sword Art, and Fla-Dancing Dragon Steps.

For Revin, the sword in his hands was a reliable comradethe companion who wouldnt ever betray him. It was one of his favorite pastis to fight together with different friends, also known as different swords. That way, he would have to constantly adapt his sword art to suit each sword he was using, broadening his views as a swordsman.

Fla Phoenix Sword Art was the art he personally ca up with, with guidance from Sanon. He had been improving it non-stop for years and it was the art he was most confident about.

Lastly, Fla-Dancing Dragon Steps was the art developed from Coiling Dragon Steps, the Sky Dragon Dojos basic movent art. While Montra excelled at barehanded art and developed the dojos Sky-Rending Dragon Fist into his Heavenly Destiny Fist, Revin took more of a liking to Coiling Dragon Steps.

Revin had sought Sanons guidance. Together, they had brainstord and reformulated Coiling Dragon Steps into a movent art that focused more on movent speed within a limited range. Finally, he got a movent art that flashed around his opponent like a cyclone of flas. It eventually beca one of Revins personal profound arts, together with Fla Phoenix Sword Art.

Revins magic power spread to his feet. His figure blurred as if one was looking at him through waves of heat. Hellfire Dragons Scales and Dragon Domain were both activated.

Let see how much stronger you have beco since the last ti we fought.

Revin lifted up the heavy sword and put it over his shoulder. His movents were smooth as if the giant sword was weightless. His grip on the swords hilt was quite loose. He swung it once, generating hot wind that blew toward Burapha.

Burapha held his lance with both hands. His vision blurred thanks to Revins flashing movents which were shrouded in flas. Fire sword energy encircled him, preventing him from reading the trajectory of the swinging sword.

I dont an to find faults, but arent you holding your lance the wrong way? Youre wielding it like it is a staff. Revins voice ca from all directions.

Burapha didnt answer. He simply rotated his lance once, flipping the back of his lance to block the blade coming at his right ankle.

Clang!

The sound of the impact told Burapha that his defense was effective. Revin used a giant sword, so people would normally think that he would have swung the sword from top to bottom in order to hack his opponent. Revin was sly, however. His first strike unexpectedly aid at Buraphas ankle.

Dang~ Kraizer was also able to block this move of mine. Am I getting weaker lately?

There was a catch in Revins statent though. While Kraizer could block his sword, the man still got so injuries. Burapha, on the other hand, was perfectly fine after receiving the attack. Well, to be fair, part of the reason was Kraizer also counterattacked Revin as he was defending. As for Burapha, the man only defended firmly.

Burapha wasnt in a hurry to strike Revin, whose position had been exposed. He knocked the end of his lance on the floor, spreading a ripple of psychic power. The ripple was faint and powerless, but it echoed back to him once it had co into contact with Revin, informing him about the mans actual whereabouts. It turned out that Revin had shifted position. He was no longer behind Burapha but on his right.

After receiving another incoming attack, Burapha pressed his lance on the sword, locking it to the floor. The ring on his hand flashed, and Lala flew out. She thrust her trishula toward Revin.

Heh~ Did you really think this would work against ?

Revin swayed the hilt of his sword to parry the trishula and threw a fierce kick as a ans to counterattack. Burapha calmly removed his lance from Revins sword and blocked the kick. anwhile, Lala tossed a large tal barrel at Revin. The two of them made their moves simultaneously without exchanging any words. Performing combination attacks was the strength of psychic-type beings.

At first, Revin thought the barrel contained bombs. However, a split second later, he doubted it. He didnt think the two would use bombs at such a close distance. No, even if bombs were really inside the barrel, the Hellfire Dragons Scales would be able to significantly reduce the damage.

With that thought, Revin flipped the sword, pointing the sharp edge upward. He then grabbed the hilt with one hand before kicking the back of the blade, swinging the Lantable Dragon Sword up using the force from the kick. The blade neatly cut the barrel in half.

The barrel broke, and a large volu of water poured out. As it turned out, the barrel was a water tank used by armies, loading enough freshwater for an army to last a week.

Racial Skill Water Spirit.

Lala activated one of her racial skills. The water, which was splashing throughout the room, wrapped around Revin, trapping the man inside.

Buraphas eyes glead with killing intent. He clenched his lance and thrust it into the water do.

Eastern Sea Sailing Lance Art Undercurrent.

The surface of the water do shook heavily. Undercurrents were echoing inside the do, compressing Revin. Blood gushed out from many parts of his body, dyeing the water red. Honestly, he didnt expect Buraphas attack to be this powerful.

Buraphas Rhythm of the Single-Drop Ocean enhanced his overall control over his psychic power. Under the Rhythms effect, his ntal connection with Lala would beco clearer and he would be better at using his power, as if the system was assisting him. The experience he was feeling right now was like how the gas difficulty level suddenly dropped from insanely hard to beginner. It was a suitable Rhythm for soone like him who was quite lazy and tended to seek shortcuts. The duration of his Rhythm was extrely short though.

The overall situation indicated that victory was already in Buraphas bag. However, he just noticed that Revins hands were empty. The Lantable Dragon Sword, which should have been in them, was nowhere to be seen.

Watch out!! Lala cried as she exerted her greatest strength to push Burapha away from his current standing location. Apparently, Burapha was too fixated on attacking Revin. He was counterattacked in an instantaneous mont of carelessness.

Rip!

The sound of the slash ca after it was done slicing. Lala, who had just saved her Partners life, was bisected from her shoulder to her waist. She dispersed as white light and returned to the ring. anwhile, Burapha frowned, staring at the Lantable Dragon Sword, which was floating despite no one holding it.

The mass of water wobbled and collapsed. Burapha had no ti to regret what had already happened. All he could do was tighten his grip and refocus, controlling his breathing.

Revin extended his hand to grab the floating sword. He pushed his wet hair up using his other hand. The heat from his Dragon Scales caused the water to evaporate, his body covered under vapor.

Whoa, I almost died. I really am quite vulnerable against in-ga skills with strange abilities.

Even without inspecting the man, Burapha could tell that Revin was greatly injured. That series of attacks were his trump card that he had spent weeks developing. He had tested them several tis until he was confident that he could enhance his attacks using water. If Revin was hit by those attacks and ca out unscratched, Burapha would really consider committing suicide to not waste their ti.

The water was leaking out of the room through doors. Without Water Spirit being active, no amount of water would be enough.

As the water level had dropped to their ankles, Burapha tossed out five more barrels. He spun his lance, breaking all of them. He had to keep the water volu to at least at knee-level, reducing the sharpness in Revins Fla-Dancing Dragon Steps.

Racial Skill Water Spirit.

Revin wouldnt fall for the sa trick. This ti, however, Burapha didnt imprison Revin inside the water do. The target was himself. He spun his lance from the inside of the do, sending waves at Revin.

What kind of move is that? Revin beca more vigilant. He stabbed his heavy sword into the ground before stepping on its hilt, using it as a foothold. He jumped to one of the pillars in the room and kicked it, soaring toward Burapha.

The Lantable Dragon Sword cried once as it flew to its masters hand.

Refusing to co into contact with the water surface, Revin perford a move in mid-air.

Fla Phoenix Sword Art Gliding Phoenix.

Relying on the montum of the sword flying his way, Revin grabbed it and turned a sorsault. He swung his sword at Buraphas back.

In response, Burapha controlled the water do to spin, deflecting Revins sword. He was relying on the six techniques Sila had imparted to him to reduce the fierceness of Revins attack.

Revin flicked his other hand, his magic power pouring into his ring, and activated a spell that he used often.

Flaming Blades of the Underworld.

Dozens of blades made of hellfire were summoned. They surrounded Burapha from all directions. The water do was slowly boiling, scalding him.

The throne room was soon filled with water vapor, greatly reducing visibility. No one could witness the result of the duel.