Fortunately, the power and speed of the light sword created by the Aurora Spark magic largely depended on Eiji's magical energy. The more magical energy he expended, the faster the light sword beca!
"But maintaining it at a level comparable to Yāo Lán's, my magical energy can only last a few minutes at most... I need to work harder on the Bloodsucking side and quickly obtain the power of the True Ancestor!"
Without convenient items like red potions on hand, Eiji couldn't help but complain inwardly.
At most, a few minutes—once my magical energy is depleted, no, once it drops to around 80-90%, I'm done!
"You little pest, still trying to change angles to find ? If you actually manage to find , what would beco of my title as Sword God?"
Eiji raised a middle finger toward Yāo Lán, who kept shifting positions in the sky.
"BOOOOOOOOOOM————!!!"
Suddenly, a trendous roar swept through the entire city of Sheffield!
Dark flas abruptly expanded, and a shocking wave of heat surged forth like a tsunami!
"The city gate direction?"
Eiji frowned, his distant gaze fixed on the main gate in the distance.
"This power is... Bagst? But what's with this ominous feeling?"
...
"Boom!"
"Rip!"
"Whoosh!"
Bagst cleaved the ground with her sword, causing the earth to split open like leaf veins.
Boggart sidestepped the attack and, in the sa motion, swiped his claws toward Bagst's waist, successfully leaving a wound about an inch deep on her body.
But crimson flas suddenly erupted from Bagst, causing Boggart's expression to change. Caught off guard, his fur was scorched black.
The two exchanged blows—one with a sword, the other with claws—like primal beasts, their battle filled with a frenzied style.
Neither held back in their moves, each aiming for the other's vital points, even willing to trade injuries for the chance to strike!
Not long after the fight began, both sides already bore dozens of wounds!
But in comparison—
"My hide is tougher!"
Boggart's muscles bulged all over his body, his suit long since burned to ashes.
He poured all his focus into the fight with Bagst. Noticing that he held the advantage, his heart swelled with joy, and his morale soared even higher!
Their strengths were essentially on par, with Boggart slightly stronger than Bagst, but only by a narrow margin. In a fight, it would be roughly fifty-fifty, not even reaching a sixty-forty split.
But Boggart's skin was tougher, and his fur more resilient!
Bagst's appearance, however, was almost identical to a human's. Her defensive capabilities were also impressive but far inferior to Boggart's lion-like form. She didn't even have fur to speak of!
Boggart leveraged this greatest advantage, continuously trading injuries to leave claw marks all over Bagst's body!
In contrast, the sword scars and burn marks on his own body were much fewer!
"Press the advantage!"
Boggart's morale surged as he launched one claw strike after another!
I can win!
As injuries accumulated, Bagst's movents grew increasingly sluggish, and the gap between them widened!
"Ugh...!"
During another dodge, Bagst's movents visibly faltered.
This hesitation was highly unusual.
She lowered her gaze, casting a hateful look at the nearly bone-deep wound on her ankle.
These feet—how utterly useless they turned out to be!
Riiip!
Boggart certainly had no reason to let this opportunity slip. Without a second thought, he swiped his claws forward, leaving a massive gash across Bagest's chest in the blink of an eye!
"Urgh...!"
Bagest cried out in pain, her face turning deathly pale as she staggered back rapidly.
Slowly, she released the hand clutching her chest. A torrent of blood gushed from the wound, staining her entire attire crimson.
This was serious—that single strike had directly injured her heart!
"The match is decided!"
Boggart declared with unwavering confidence.
"If we continue fighting, you'll lose your life here. That would make a thorn in the Queen's side—better to end it now. Withdraw, and I won't pursue you. How about it?"
Though he held the Queen's cowardice in contempt, her army remained at the peak of its power. Boggart had no desire to hasten an all-out confrontation.
A mutual retreat seed the most favorable outco for both sides.
"...The match is decided? I never expected such naivety from you, Boggart!"
Bagest spread her blood-stained fingers and pressed them against her face. Despite the injury to her heart, a maniacal grin spread across her features.
"If you've truly defeated , can you speak my True Na now?"
Boggart frowned.
He attempted to do so, but the na that left his lips remained incomprehensible—unrecognizable.
It was the backlash of a bestowed na, aning he had failed to truly defeat the Fairy Knight Gawain!
"To think even with the power of Gawain and Fowler Weather, I couldn't defeat you head-on... So be it!"
Bagest slowly opened her eyes, now blazing with madness.
"Guh...!"
In an instant, an icy chill enveloped Boggart's limbs.
To his horror, Bagest's right eye had transford into an eerie hue—the sclera turned black, the pupil burning crimson.
An overwhelming aura of calamity seeped from her entire body, striking Boggart with the frigid dread of ages long past.
Fear, terror, panic... emotions that should have been foreign to him now flooded the heart of the mighty Fang—Boggart.
"What in blazes is that?!"
Boggart bared his fangs, letting out a low, defensive growl like a beast bristling before its natural predator.
"I've never shown you this form before... This is the very source of the misfortune that led Woodwose to persecute !"
Bagest snarled as jet-black flas seeped from her body. A dark horn sprouted from her forehead.
Since birth, Bagest had been different from other Fangs.
Unlike their beast-like appearances, she possessed a largely human form despite her imposing stature. This difference subjected her to rejection, scorn, and bullying from other Fangs since childhood.
Woodwose, chieftain of the Fang Clan, had especially deed her an ill on and relentlessly persecuted her!
"If you cannot fight with claws, then fight with your horn—and beco the knight you aspire to be. That was what you taught in my youth... the only guidance I ever received!"
Bagest gripped the horn on her forehead.
"UOOOOOOOHHHH—!!"
With a harrowing roar, she tore the horn from her skull with terrifying resolve—flesh and blood tearing away. Crimson blood stread down her face, twisting her expression into sothing fearso and grotesque.
"As the strong, one should protect the weak and bare fangs at the stronger! This is the law of the jungle! Bogart, you are the stronger one above , so I will bare my fangs at you, the stronger!"
"Witness my true form! Yaling's Touch, reveal... Ahh! Aaaahhh—Holy Sword, defile! Blackdog Galatine (Prey on the Horn of the Sun Wheel)—!!!"
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