CLEAVER OF SIN Novel Chapter 571: Unknown Number Three

Chapter 571: Unknown Number Three

Asher stood within the smoke and debris of his own destruction, his eyes tore sharply to the side, locking onto the direction from which the blood sword constructs had been launched.

Without hesitation, he moved. His body ripped through the thick cloud of smoke and dust, dispersing it in his wake as though it were fragile mist before a storm. He did not spare the teleporter another thought; his senses had already confird that the man had vanished before the golden light explosion could swallow him whole.

The mont Asher covered a distance of over four hundred ters in a breathless surge of speed, his rapier flashed forward toward a tree with imnse force and a slicing wave of compressed air. The man concealed behind the tree reacted instantly. His sabre scread forward to et Asher’s blade head-on, steel colliding with steel in violent defiance.

A sharp tallic hiss exploded outward, accompanied by a burst of shockwave that rippled through the surrounding air. Neither of them took a single step back. The tree beside them, already weakened and on the verge of collapse from the earlier blood explosion, imdiately burst apart into countless wooden splinters that scattered like shrapnel in all directions.

Then, in a blur, both of them vanished with absurd speed and terrifying force. Sabre and rapier clashed repeatedly in a rapid exchange, each strike delivered and parried at a pace that blurred the boundaries of perception. Sparks flared with every impact, carving brief streaks of light through the smoky air.

The next instant, Asher felt his hand freeze for the briefest fraction of a second.

Number One’s sabre scread toward his neck with lethal precision. The blade carved cleanly through Asher’s throat like a knife through butter... but no blood splattered.

Number One’s eyes narrowed imdiately. As soone whose awakened ability revolved around blood manipulation, he could instinctively tell that his attack had failed. And indeed, it had. Asher had phased through the strike at the precise mont of impact.

Simultaneously, Asher’s left foot left the ground with explosive force. His forefoot tore toward Number One’s temple from the side, the air itself shrieking beneath the velocity of the kick. Yet, without warning, Number One’s speed increased dramatically. He stepped back with unnatural ease, as though assisted by an unseen force. Asher’s attack t nothing but empty air.

The mont his left foot strike failed, Asher did not hesitate. The instant his left foot touched the ground again, his right foot left it in seamless martial flow. He pivoted effortlessly, redirecting his montum in a perfect chain of movent. His right heel tore toward Number One’s jaw with rciless force and blistering speed.

Number One appeared montarily caught off guard.

But just as the attack was about to connect, Asher’s Omni Perception flickered violently.

Number Two materialized between them.

A short sword scread toward Asher’s Achilles heel in a vicious downward slash, its edge aid to cripple him in a single stroke. Asher’s purple eyes narrowed as he made a split-second decision. He abandoned his own attack without regret and vanished in a burst of motion, reappearing several ters away. His body stabilized instantly, balanced and ready.

The next mont, control over his hand returned fully, as though it had never been frozen.

Asher’s gaze dropped briefly to his hand. He did not need to guess what had occurred. Number One must have montarily frozen the blood flowing within his hand, immobilizing it in tandem. A precise and calculated disruption.

Asher stared at Number One and Number Two without making an imdiate move. Although his eyes remained fixed on the two before him, his senses remained razor-sharp and expanded across the battlefield. Four other opponents still lurked unseen, and he refused to lower his guard.

Slowly, Asher raised both hands. His light affinity bent obediently to his will as radiant energy gathered within his palms. In the span of a breath, two elongated light whips ford, each one pulsing with condensed, incandescent power. They shimred like living beams of judgnt, humming with destructive potential.

Without another word, he flicked them forward.

Number One and Number Two were not fools. Number One instantly blurred out of existence, his speed so explosive that it seed as though he possessed a specialized speed-type ability. Number Two vanished entirely, disappearing as though he had never occupied that space at all.

But Asher was not finished.

He wielded the twin light whips with monstrous strength and ticulous control. Each whip tore toward its target with apocalyptic force, forcing Number One and Number Two to flicker in and out of visibility repeatedly. The ground beneath the whips shattered like fragile eggshells. Boulders disintegrated. Wind barriers ruptured. Sound barriers fractured in succession, each crack echoing across the ravaged terrain.

Neither opponent needed to be told that if either whip landed cleanly, the resulting injury would be catastrophic. The sheer force behind the radiant constructs was overwhelming.

Then, Asher’s sixth sense scread again. It was the sa ominous warning as before.

Number Three had made a move.

Once again, there was no air displacent. No distortion of Astra energy molecules. His Omni Perception detected absolutely nothing, no fluctuation, no ripple, not even the faintest disturbance. Even his natural senses perceived only nothing.

Asher vanished imdiately, teleporting without hesitation. He reappeared three ters directly above the position where his sixth sense indicated the unseen attack had originated. Without losing montum, Astra energy pulsed outward as he activated gravity manipulation. Crushing force descended upon the area below, pressing down with imnse weight. The earth groaned and shattered beneath the invisible pressure, cracks spiderwebbing outward in violent protest.

But in that very mont, Asher felt the sa lethal sense of danger again, this ti directed toward his neck. He vanished once more, refusing to gamble even a fraction of uncertainty.

As his body reappeared at a distance, his mind raced through rapid calculations, attempting to decipher the chanics of Number Three’s ability. It resembled invisibility, yet it was far more advanced. There was no presence, no residual trace, no Astra signature whatsoever. It was as though the attacker existed outside conventional detection entirely.

The mont Asher stabilized in his new position, a wave of blood whips lashed toward him.

Number One had copied his earlier thod with unsettling ease.

Asher did not even spare the incoming attack a second glance. One precise slash from Virelass cleaved through the blood whips, causing them to crumble instantly into useless fragnts. Without missing a beat, Asher shot forward like a launched missile, intent on eliminating the blood manipulator before further coordination could occur.

But Number Two appeared abruptly behind him, materializing without warning. His hand lunged toward Asher’s back, fingers outstretched as if to make direct contact.

But Asher didn’t allow it.

He entered his phasing state once more. The mont Number Two’s hand passed through Asher’s intangible body and erged from the front, Asher swung Virelass downward in a swift, decisive arc, aiming to sever Number Two’s hand entirely.

But just as the rapier was about to tear through flesh, Number Two vanished again with effortless fluidity, as though his vanishing ability activated automatically whenever mortal danger approached.

Virelass sliced through nothing but empty air as Number Two escaped once again.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: My finger has swollen up and has beco quite painful. I will still release Chapters every day, but it might affect the release schedule by a couple of hours due to the imnse pain and slower typing speed. Thanks for reading and understanding.