The Villain's Story

Chapter 466 [466] The might of a primordial.

"What...happened?"

A single voice arose amongst the crowd, half of which had already evacuated the Colosseum, the center of which had been destroyed. Not even a single piece of debris was left there, all eviscerated.

The voice belonged to a young man, whose leg was injured during the stampede that was the escape, he had already accepted the fact that he would die here when his leg was trampled on. However, to his shock, he did not die. He was very much alive. The rest of the unfortunate masses, who had failed to evacuate as well, were also stupefied.

That bright flash of light, the sparks in the air, that destructive skill...failed to kill them? What?

Were they already in heaven? Waiting to be judged by an angel?

No, it was nothing of the sort.

The dust failed to settle quickly. And the host, whose condition was quite miserable, was unconscious, his hover pad had blown apart, and he had also suffered some damage from the skill.

"Rush medics in there now!"

An attendant of Ragnar said, sweat trickling down his brow. However, even he didn't think the two contestants were alive.

"What are you all doing? Recover your guild mates!"

Richard was also livid, the sheer power of the skill Alexander had unleashed had made him doubt Kazikato's skills for a second.

Everyone panicked, the people who had fled began to come back to witness the result, upon confirmation that the entire Colosseum had not been destroyed.

They slowly, one by one, stepped back, but the dust had still not settled.

Finally, after some staff members used their own skills to disperse the dust, they could see what happened.

"Oh...my god..."

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Kazikato, in the midst of the RAIJIN, thought.

'What's happening...?'

He thought, as he entrusted himself to the mana of Ariel around him. He didn't quite get it still, but he just decided to forget about it. The last thing he remembered was jumping towards the massive ball of death in the sky. He just trusted Ariel.

And, he did the right thing. The pressure he felt previously and the thunderous noise disappeared. He felt calm. After a while of this serenity, he was informed by Ariel.

"Go out."

The death mana around him dissipated, and he set foot on the ground once again, the RAIJIN nowhere to be found. All he saw was a fuck ton of dust.

He was unable to see five meters in front of him properly, just as he was about to activate his dragon eyes, he saw a sudden, bright flash of blue.

Alarm bells rang in his mind, as he quickly equipped his scythe, but he failed to quickly react. The bright flash flew right past him, sharp blades cutting his muscles and tendons a dozen times.

It was but a second, yet his body was littered with cuts!

"Fucker..."

He said, as he fell to the ground, having his tendons and ligaments cut.

"You still had some in you..."

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[Alexander POV]

Even in my wildest dreams, I had never expected RAIJIN to be defeated so easily.

[Kuku... So her Majesty is still as strong as ever.]

For a second, I wondered what Festul meant by his words, did he plan this already? The failed execution of his strongest skill?

'Ugh...'

My head hurts, my whole body hurts, I've lost almost all my mana...

Everything is gone, all of my strength as well... All I have is some thunder mana and some bloodline energy. But is that enough?

He just destroyed RAIJIN right in front of me, jumping into the skill and causing it to decay like it was a rotten corpse, waiting to be turned to dust!

"Fuck it..."

But I have to try...right?

Straining myself by enhancing my optical nerves through the little mana I had left. I saw him descending, still encased in his mana. I knew it. This is the perfect opportunity!

The moment he dissipates his mana...is when I will strike, and probably fall unconscious or even die afterward... That is my time, my chance.

"Come on..."

I managed to utter, as I prepared myself, using whatever mana I had left to enhance myself, I forgot enhancing my blades, thinking that maybe...just maybe, they could cut.

And I saw my opportunity, the mana that was like a shield around him had dissipated, and he was vulnerable, with the intense amount of dust here, he shouldn't be able to see me.

And this is it, My chance.

Without a second of hesitation, I rushed forth. And in the blink of an eye, I cut.

I cut, and cut. Sliced and diced whatever flesh I found. Just like my master had taught me too.

And then, I fell to the ground, hitting something with my head, devoid of mana and at death's door.

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"Oh my god..."

Alexander, his head bashed against the ruined wall, and Kazikato, on his knees in the center, leaking blood from all his limbs. Unable to move and with a defeated look apparent on his visage.

That was what they saw. Alexander was fully unconscious, completely spent. Whilst Kazikato was clinging to the bare minimum of his consciousness left.

"Who...won?"

One person asked, the host was unable to declare the ending of this match, due to injuries of his own that had come from hosting this deadly match.

Medics rushed towards the scene, dividing themselves into two groups. One to check on Alexander, and to check on Kazikato.

"He's unconscious! Bring healers and potions. His entire heads burst open!"

One medic said, who was tending to Alexander, yelled, whilst the one who was with Kazikato yelled.

"Same here! Bad condition! Multiple internal injuries and his tendons and muscles have been cut!"

Ragnar, observing the situation of the two, contemplated for a while before he took the position of the host and declared the match a tie.

Alexander was rendered unconscious, and Kazikato was rendered immobile, both would not be able to fight anymore.

[The match concludes in a tie!]

His voice reverberated throughout the Colosseum.