Chapter 576: Clash
"You know," Number Six began to speak, "I never thought that we would be infiltrated. Of course, precautions and asures were taken, but never in my greatest imagination did I think I would be fooled into bringing a spy into our establishnt." She paused for a mont, her black eyes eting Asher’s purple ones with a penetrating gaze.
"Even that part where you said you are immune to poisons and such, they were all part of the plan, weren’t they? You were never immune to poison and such. You simply said that to make sure we didn’t use it on you, and it worked perfectly, I must say." Number Six continued to speak, but at this mont, she stopped, as though waiting for Asher to reply.
After all, in battles, dialogues required both sides. Yet Asher didn’t speak. He rely stared at her with a faint smile and perfect composure. Her deciphering his plans now did nothing to aid her. Besides, he wasn’t much of a talker during battles.
"Don’t you have anything to say?" Number Six asked, as the air seed to grow awkward with his silence.
Asher remained silent again without uttering a single word. He had made his stance clear, he was only here for their lives, not to exchange speeches and notes. Number Five, seeing the smile on Asher’s face, grinned. He was pleased that he had t a fellow man who understood that battles were fought with blades and bodies, not with the tongue.
"I see you aren’t going to speak, then," Number Six stated in finality, her presence changing as though, from this mont onwards, she would be moving with everything she had in her arsenal. But it wasn’t only her. Number Four’s presence thickened, his Astra energy flowing outward as it coated his body, augnting his physical capabilities. Number Five and Number Six mirrored him almost instantly, their Astra energy surging outward as well, enveloping them like blazing auras of power.
Asher didn’t speak. He didn’t call upon his Astra energy. No, he simply entered a stance, his rapier positioned before him, the blade angled with calculated precision. His eyes sharpened, his focus narrowing until the entire world seed to shrink, leaving only the three figures standing before him.
Tension tightened like a string stretched to its absolute limit as pressure mounted in the air. Then, like opposite poles of a magnet violently drawn together, both sides imdiately tore toward each other with blistering speed and overwhelming force, the tension shattering like fragile glass.
With calamitous montum, both sides collided into one another, four separate weapons clashing at once, three crashing against one. Orange sparks of light burst outward upon collision like miniature explosions, scattering across the battlefield. Without missing a single beat, they moved again, their bodies dissolving into nothing but pure motion and force.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The rhythm of tal striking tal seed almost musical, forming a violent hymn of war. They moved with terrifying speed and strength, one side consisting of three streaks of black while the other was a single streak of purple. The three streaks tore relentlessly into the purple streak with crushing force and relentless pressure, yet the purple streak remained utterly undeterred, almost disturbingly calm.
Wherever they moved, the terrain shattered like fragile paper. The earth burst apart under the force of their footsteps and montum, craters forming with every shift in stance. The air scread and collapsed whenever their weapons sliced through it, the sound echoing like thunder across the battlefield.
Basic blade and weapon techniques erupted with textbook perfection. Slashes t parries. Thrusts t deflections. Cleaves t firm blocks. They transitioned between techniques with fluid mastery, as though they themselves were the creators of every move they executed. Each technique was unleashed at the perfect mont, sotis even rging two techniques together into a single seamless motion with outrageous ease.
The wind seed to recoil before detonating outward with every collision and impact. Shockwaves tore backward with frightening intensity, while tremors rippled through the hills and mountains nearby as both sides clashed repeatedly.
Every strike carried the crushing weight of their will. Every parry embodied the desperate defiance of survival. Sparks erupted like falling stars as steel collided violently against steel.
A single missed step would an death. Yet neither side slowed. Neither side paused nor hesitated, as though fighting with their lives on the line was rely another ordinary day in their existence. Their battle carved through the air itself, leaving behind lingering trails of killing intent.
The three attackers were augnted by their Astra energy, their movents perfectly synchronized. Their pincer formation was flawless, their attacks executed with chilling precision. They moved as one, never obstructing each other, as though they shared a single mind, a single hand, and a single body.
They never targeted the sa location simultaneously. One struck for the eyes, another for the heart, while the third aid for the legs. Their coordination scread absolute perfection.
But for all their perfection and flawless coordination, they had t an even more flawless being; Asher.
Although the three attacked with Astra augntation, Asher had no need for it. He t every attack with pure physical strength. He matched their speed with nothing but the power of his own muscles. Every strike that ca toward him was either parried with elegant precision or dodged with the swift grace of an agile predator.
Although attacks rained down upon him from three different directions simultaneously, to Asher it made no difference. The number of attacks did not matter. The number of attackers did not matter.
All that mattered was himself and his rapier, Virelass. And he wielded that rapier not rely as a weapon, but as an extension of his very soul, each strike carrying the accumulated experience of countless battles.
With another rumbling clash, both sides collided again like a raging river crashing against an unyielding dam, neither side willing to take even a single step backward.
Pressure climbed with every passing mont, killing intent flooding the air and sky alike. Trees were torn from their roots by the sheer force radiating from the battlefield, while spiderweb-like cracks snaked violently through the earth beneath their feet.
This was not a battle that could simply end because they wished it to, no, they could only fight until one side died.
And until that mont arrived, they would remain in motion, attacks tearing outward endlessly, blades flashing without pause. They would fight until exhaustion claid their bodies, until blood stained the earth, until one of them collapsed lifeless upon the ground.
Until a corpse appeared.
Until that inevitable mont arrived, this battle would continue without rcy, without pause, and without end.
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