Nameless King

"Hahaha! You said this dome was impossible to break, didn't you? Then how's that for you!" Wain exclaimed with excited looks while looking at the many crimson shards falling to the ground. They looked as if a huge mirror had shattered as Wain was underneath it.

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The barrier of white flame vanished, revealing Virion's displeased face. He said nothing, just pointed at Wain with a deadly look.

At the same moment, the two knights, Fire, and Lightning, lunged forward. Their weight was immense, so their every move sent a jolt through them as if a small earthquake had begun.

"Well, well, looks like someone completely underestimated me." Wain uttered with a sly smile on his face as he jumped back.

Earlier, his movements had been severely restricted by the dome, but now nothing prevented him from moving quietly, except for the part of the arena where the beast with the wreckage of the Gladius was imprisoned.

'Fine. Those two spikes are quite powerful, we both spent quite a bit of energy on them, but it's only a fraction of the total that we have.' Abyss Artist said in a calm voice, 'These knights look dangerous, but you can easily deal with them with your new weapons.'

"Weapons...?" Wain muttered with a confused look as his gaze went to the spikes that were halfway in the stone floor, "Right... I don't have to waste my energy on summoned creatures. I have to act rationally if I want to win."

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Wain waved his hand as spikes immediately flew up and pointed their tips at the knights as the main opponents.

"Virion, your artifacts are seriously helping you, as you waste almost no energy, but now I can do exactly the same!" Wain said in a confident manner as he snapped his fingers.

The Spikes began to spin again as they with tremendous speed descended upon the Knights. They immediately reacted and put their swords out in front of them, defending against the attack, but the pressure coming from the spikes was too great.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

After a while, cracks began to appear on the spikes as lightning and flames possessed tremendous energy, but the knights' swords were already nearly destroyed. The knights should have inflicted some serious wounds on Wain, but instead, they fought with what Wain created with a simple wave of his hand.

"Well, it looks like the advantage is finally on my side now." Wain said in a calm voice with an indifferent look before stepping forward.

His silhouette blurred as he turned into a multitude of clots of darkness, momentarily trailing behind the knights. They noticed him, but there was nothing they could do since if they tried to attack him, the spikes would immediately pierce them.

"Shit!" Virion exclaimed as he held out his hand.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

At the same time, the knights' aura greatly increased as Virion transmitted some of his energy to them. Next to the left knight appeared several protective pillars of fire and behind the left knight were many electric spheres emitting violent lightning.

Wain was very close to them, so he should have been wounded or retreated immediately, but he would not do so as there was already a dense layer of cold darkness around him as in the farthest corners of hell.

"Sounds like you're starting to panic, that's good. I'm sick and tired of having to figure out how to deal with problems all the time in our fight, now it's your turn." Wain said in a calm voice with ice-cold eyes before he swung his brush.

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Behind him, many particles of darkness appeared, like snowflakes as they quickly turned into thousands of needles. They were small but sharp enough to penetrate even the toughest armor.

"No!" Virion exclaimed as he tried to save the knights who were his two artifacts, but he realized that it was already too late, so he just stood there with his arm outstretched and watched what was happening.

At Wain's will, needles entered the knights' bodies as he stepped aside as well as the damaged spikes as if preparing for something dangerous.

'Though I hate to admit it, your power is most freeing. All I have to do is think about how I want to attack and then swing the brush.' Wain said inwardly with a calm look before snapping his fingers.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

A shiver went through the knights' bodies as all the needles exploded simultaneously. Dark flames engulfed everything around them as the blast just tore the knights apart, leaving them no chance of survival.

"So simple... Damn... The more this fight goes on, the more I realize how much stronger I've become..." Wain muttered quietly as a shiver ran through his body.

'Yeah... you have a point, but don't forget that these are just artifacts. Even Gladius, a sword that can't be broken, can't do anything on its own without a worthy owner. The only ones with any power here are you and Virion, nothing more.' Abyss Artist uttered in a serious voice.

'Sure. I understand. However, after using my last form, I've dealt with three artifacts so quickly... At this rate, we'll soon reach the end. Wain uttered to himself as he swung his arm.

A small amount of darkness came out of the brush that repaired all the cracks on the spikes, then they slammed into the ground in the middle of the arena and started spinning with tremendous speed as though trying to make their way down.

'Hmm...? What the hell is he doing...?' Virion wondered with a complicated look and his eyes went wide as he realized what Wain's idea was, 'Fuck... That bastard...'

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Because of the powerful force of the spikes' spins, the fog gradually began to head toward them, revealing the smoke warriors that were hiding among them.

After a while, all the fog gathered around the spikes as Wain finally saw how many opponents he had.

"Fine... Looks like I found a way to deal with you." Wain said with a devious smile as his gaze went to the white ghost that was hiding behind one warrior.