Hero of Darkness

Chapter 1305: The Superior Bloodline

The two warriors now faced each other, carrying the burden of their respective empires’ pride on their shoulders.

The sharpened blade of Harkan’s spear and the gleaming prongs of Rudra’s trident invigorated the grand banquet hall.

“Ready?” asked the black pantherkin.

“Always.” replied Rudra confidently.

Swoosh!

Whoosh!

Both their figures disappeared, and before the onlookers could detect them…

Bang!

Clang!

Clink!

The noises of sharp metallic weapons clashing resounded in the hall as mere mirages of their figures came into sight.

Harkan did not want to repeat the mistake of the previous challenger, nor did he overestimate his own strength.

Rudra had already showcased his immeasurable might with a single swing, so Harkan also started his own onslaught, each swing carrying his full force.

Soon, a whirlwind started circling the banquet hall as Harkan rotated his spear on his back while arching below; the diameter formed by the spear added more numbers to his swings.

This was not a skill but a pure combat art that Harkan had mastered with his body through tireless training.

Woosh!

Rudra appeared a few meters away as he evaded the attack’s range. Had he tried to defend against the attack, he would very likely have been thrown out of the suppression barrier due to the force behind the swing.

[So he’s not just a braggart.] thought the basilisk subordinate to himself.

Clench!

Rudra clenched Atlan tightly, and his right foot took a step back while his left foot cemented itself on the floor as he prepared for a straight lunging attack.

He soon held this spear high horizontally and created momentum for his charged pincer attack.

“Take this!” he bellowed at the opponent.

Jump!

His figure launched itself 2 meters into the air as he made a thrust attack at the centre of the spinning spear, mainly on Harkan’s back.

Bang!

BOOM!

As if expecting his move, Harkan quickly stopped using his combat art and used the spear’s built-up momentum and swung back at Rudra’s pincer attack.

Clang!

As the weapons clashed, it sent a shockwave across the hall, and many onlookers lost their footing.

Even though none of them were using any skills or bloodline abilities, at the end of the day… they were both 6th-stage saints.

The clash between these mountains ought to cause an earthquake in the end.

Harkan then instantly deflected Rudra’s strike and aimed the tip of the spear right at the latter’s throat.

Swoosh!

Rudra instantly ducked; a small strand of his hair got pierced by Harkan’s spear instead.

But instead of losing his composure, Rudra quickly made a sweeping attack with his leg.

Dhang!

Harkan’s right leg was hit by Rudra’s kick as the former felt immense pain.

“Urghh!!” he groaned from the pain but quickly took a step back, regaining his footing.

Now, his right shin felt like it was on the verge of cracking like bamboo.

If he were also not a member of a True Descendant clan and evenly matched with Rudra in terms of rank… that sweeping kick would’ve broken his bone.

Swing!

Rudra, on the other hand, did not waste another moment and started whirling his own trident.

Bang!

Clang!

Each wave of the whirling trident hit the defending Harkan very hard as his figure started being pushed back towards the boundary of the barrier.

If he was pushed out, it would be considered his defeat.

“Arrgghhh!!” bellowed Harkan as he gathered all his strength and shoulder-bashed Rudra as soon as he saw an opening.

Bang!

Just the clash between their bodies reverberated through the entire hall as if two giants had clashed against each other.

Swoosh!

Clang!

In mere moments, the barrage of attacks started from both sides. Sometimes, Rudra side-stepped or ducked, and sometimes, Harkan evaded or rolled over to avoid the opponent.

And all of their actions barely took a second, as most of the onlookers could only see flashes of their afterimages.

Only saints above the 4th-stage rank could keep up with their every move in real time and knew how fiercely both fighters were trying to take down their opponent.

Soon, the sparks of their clashing weapons increased to the point that some people already started covering their eyes.

Tremble!

Tremble!

The hall floor went through tremors because of Rudra and Harkan’s fierce clash, and even the other guests started to worry because neither side was backing down.

This was no longer just a matter of pride for either warrior. And it would end only when one of them admitted defeat.

And just as the atmosphere turned tense, both sides decided to end it with a single decisive attack.

Swoosh!

BOOMM!!!

An ear-defeating shockwave soon shook the entire hall as the roof and the pillars holding the hall started cracking.

Everyone was pushed back a few meters, many falling on each other from the shockwaves.

And those who barely managed to stand still saw an unfathomable sight.

With the final decisive attack…

Rudra had split Harkon’s spear in half.

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Meanwhile, in a faraway empire at this very moment…

A royal palace of an unknown civilization came into sight. Similar to a giant pagoda, the black fortress-like palace was filled with torches, creating dark shadows across the paths leading to the palace.

And within the secretive chambers of this palace… an 8th-stage saint walked into the royal bedchambers.

This person was the Emperor of this nation. However, his visage was no different from that of a mindless servant.

Step!

Step!

He entered his own chambers, but instead of resting, he knelt in front of a man, revealing a dark red aura.

“The council has decided to work with the Hero of Darkness.

After the meeting finally ended and a unanimous decision was reached among the members of the council, we have also spent time creating our own pathways that would help us reach the Khorne Empire efficiently,” said this person.

“We have spent a lot of our resources as well, and we too can use those routes just like the others.

And as you anticipated… The Hero of Darkness does not know it that we serve you, my lord.” said the emperor in silver and black regal robes.

“Good. You played your part well, Emperor.

Seems like everyone is still oblivious to the fact that I have taken over this empire.” spoke the man with long black hair while adorning majestic black and red robes.

Squirm!

Squirm!

The emperor’s eyes soon turned pitch black as an unknown force emanated from his visage.

This man was not even in control of his own body, but had already turned into a mere puppet.

“I merely exist to serve my lord…” said the emperor and bowed his head in obedience.

The person before him revealed a sinister grin as the emperor spoke in a respectful tone…

“The Hero of Sentience.”