Burning Soul - Chapter 140

“Old man!

Get the people out, I can’t use my strength here!” Milot, who had come to help Dimitri, was rather irritated by the fact that someone had invaded their territory. Not to mention the anti-magic barrier that was set up.

“Watch your moves, your strength must be suppressed as well!” Dimitri kept his distance from him and focused on ordering the sentinels around.

‘Crap, how did it come to this?’ he thought to himself

Clang!

Milot had finally stumbled upon something that could stall him.

“Let me be your opponent, filthy beatsman. She was a very beautiful young woman, no younger than Theodore with an average height, slender build and softly shaped face. She had an hourglass figure. Her skin was fair and flawless with medium – length soft hair, pouty lips and arched eyebrows; and the knights which came with her stood in his way. The knights which came with her also had a bold get up, all had a good height and pumped muscles. It was the same woman who whispered in Arlo’s ears.

“Huh!

She was boldly standing in her place after she had finished talking with her one hand folded by the waist and stroking her hair flicks slowly with another hand. She enchanted her one eyebrow and kept her deep eyes fixed on Milot with a little smile on the corners of her pouty lips.

Oye! Just so you know, I won’t go easy on you just because you are a woman, okay? Anyone who dared take a step in my home, gets his butt kicked!”

He stepped forward furiously while talking and was viciously staring at her. Seeing her bold behavior he was raging in anger, rage poisoned his veins, his face had reddened, his pulse slammed in his neck, taking both swords he charged in.

As the barrier only affected magic, his brute force was nowhere near getting affected. His speed wasn’t any less than what it was. Using stacked up skills and buffs he charged in full speed.

His opponent held onto a heavy greatsword, a signature weapon of Paladins. Judging by her stance, she wasn’t amateur for sure.

The first hit landed with a lot of force, so much of force that the ground below her feet sank making a small crater where she stood. But her expressions didn’t even flinch, she stood boldly on her place looking at Milot with a smiling rude face. Seeing this Milot trembled with fury, anger roared through him and used the momentum he had gained and jumped stretching his body in the air to gain a bit of distance, using the swinging motion as a driving force, he landed another with almost the same impact force.

The hit on the ground was so powerful that the nearby knights were almost blown away by the shockwave. If they were to get hit, no one would have survived. It was the strength of a rising Sword Saint. His reputation was for nothing.

Without letting go of the momentum in his hits, he continued hitting a total of 30 hits in mere seconds.

‘He’s grown since then!’ Dimitri saw this clearly from where he stood.

Landing another heavy blow, he took a jump back gaining some distance from her. His moves were nimble and elegant, suitable to that of a prince.

The hits seemed to have worked well as she was covered in slashes, there were many slits and cut on her body . The cut which she got from the attack on her forehead was deep and blood was forthcoming from it, but something was off. Expressions on her face appeared to be divergent, which made everyone who were present there confused. After getting so much slashes on body she stood as bold as she was in the beginning. It didn’t look like she was in pain, rather she looked fiercer. Her gestures and face expressions seemed to be like they haven’t lost any confidence and passion yet.

“Well done Rising Sword Saint, you are no fluke.

If anyone else were to face you, the outcome would have been different! She stepped little forward patting her forehead and smiling a bit. Looking at Milot she elevated her eyebrows upward and stroked her hairs.

“But your opponent is me! I who wield the strength of the Divine Serpent Goddess! The more you injure me, the stronger I get!

Isn’t it fun? She turned around and kept her hands on her waist and laughed out while giving a jerk to her body.

Now let’s try this again!” Saying this she took her right foot a step back while changing her stance from defensive to offensive mode.

“Just so you know, I have the ability to store the damage power my opponent deals upon me, and not only I can store it, but I can use it as well!”

The next thing that happened was too fast for anyone to even see, except Milot.

Just as him, she used the stacked-up skills and buffs to charge on him head on with more force than he punched in. In less than a second, she was right in front of him with her sword high in the air ready to strike him down.

“You think you can overcome my strength just like that!” Milot had a funny look, and stroked his chin with fingers.

Just a moment before she could land her attack, he disappeared

“Wha..wha.what?” The hit landed directly on the ground dispersing all the energy accumulated,

After perceiving the situation she possed both shocked and surprised expressions on her face at the same time. Her bold gestures now shivered little bit and appeared to loose confidence. Her eyes were widened so much that it seemed that they would pop out of sockets. Her posture and muscles of body were stiffened for few seconds. A sudden coldness hit her core making her stomach feel heavy, her smile seemed to be shared now. She was merely confused and was not able to grasp the situation. There were a lot of thoughts and questions popping up in her mind.

“Never heard of the term, never provoke an injured tiger!”

But it was not the time to keep thinking. Her body came to attention, she looked up and there he was, falling like a meteor, both his sword shone with fire, his descend faster than anything she had seen.

Under the weight of his skill, her movement was suppressed, she froze showing a hint of smile through the corner of her mouth!

“Meteor!”

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