My Werewolf System

Chapter 1431: Duel of the Blades

As soon as Blake blocked one of Ylva’s powerful strikes, he followed up with several of his own. His arms moved swiftly, slashing with precision and aggression. He swung again and again, each attempt narrowly missing her. But he didn’t slow down. There were no pauses, no hesitations. He was relentless.

Strike after strike rained down, each one coming from a different angle, forcing Ylva to remain on the defensive.

Just like before, she was able to avoid most of them with ease, gracefully weaving through the attacks like a dancer in a storm. But it wasn’t as effortless as it had once been. One of Blake’s strikes came dangerously close, aimed directly at the center of her face. She had no choice but to raise her arm and stop it, catching the blade with her nails before flinging it away and retreating with a leap backward.

In midair, she flicked her fingers, and her sharp nails shot out like projectiles.

But Blake was already moving. With minimal effort, he shifted his sword to block the incoming attack. Sparks flew as steel met bone.

Ylva narrowed her eyes. Something was different.

“Do you really think you can beat me?” she said, her voice cold and laced with disdain. “You couldn’t even touch me before. You’ve gotten a little stronger, but what’s changed? What makes you think you can win this time?”

Blake didn’t respond.

He sprinted forward, both swords at his sides, eyes locked on his target. There was no time for words. No space for games.

As Ylva sent another barrage of nails flying toward him, Blake raised one of his swords, deflecting every single one. Sparks erupted with each impact.

Then, closing the distance, he brought one sword down directly at her center.

Ylva moved to counter, attempting to slap the sword away with her hand, but the moment her palm met the blade, her eyes widened. It was heavy. Much heavier than she had expected, and for some reason, she couldn’t knock it off course.

She swung at Blake’s exposed center, but he drove the blade downward into the ground, anchoring himself and stopping her strike in its tracks.

In that brief second of stillness, Blake twisted and slashed upward in an X-shaped motion. The edge of his sword grazed her forearm, slicing it as she leapt back.

‘What is going on?’ Ylva thought. ‘I saw the attack. I saw it coming, and yet I still couldn’t avoid it.’

The moment Blake entered the fight, he had seen it, the glowing white lines.

They appeared in his vision like before, guiding him. Lines that showed him the best path, the perfect angle, the ideal strike.

He didn’t fully understand how the ability worked, and he couldn’t always activate it on command. But the moment he had laid eyes on Ylva, the lines appeared, as if summoned by his resolve.

This was a fight that mattered. One he had to win.

As Ylva tried to regroup, Blake rushed in from the side and struck her again, his blade landing hard against her arm.

She blocked with one hand and used the other to fire her nails at close range.

The nails slammed into Blake’s torso, piercing his armor but stopping short of breaking through completely.

Ignoring the pain, Blake raised his other sword and brought it down, hitting Ylva’s shoulder with a powerful Qi-infused strike. The blade dug deep.

Ylva had seen it coming. She had known she would be hit. But if she was going to take damage, she intended to give some back.

Before the blade could drive any deeper, she lifted her leg and kicked Blake with her full force.

Blood sprayed from his mouth as he staggered back, but even as he took the hit, he brought his other sword crashing down, striking her shoulder once again.

Now, blood flowed from both sides of Ylva’s upper body, near her neck and down her shoulders.

She leapt backward, panting, assessing the damage.

“Damn it!” she growled. “I knew something was off, it’s those swords! You shouldn’t even be standing after that kick!”

Blake stood still, teeth clenched from the pain, but he wasn’t retreating. He was preparing to attack again.

Things were different this time. He had wounded Ylva. He was holding his ground. And it was all thanks to the final gift left behind by his father.

The black sword had been returned to its rightful owner. Blake had always respected its power, but it never truly felt like his weapon.

That no longer mattered.

His father had left him something even greater, a pair of twin swords, weapons that glowed with potential.

Each blade had a powerful effect.

One of them was an indestructible sword, unbreakable under any force, unaffected by heat or pressure. No matter how many times Ylva’s nails clashed with it, Blake could trust the weapon wouldn’t shatter.

But that didn’t explain why he was able to take Ylva’s full-powered kick and remain standing.

That was because of the second sword, a weapon imbued with the power of absolute gravity.

As long as he held both swords, Blake could not be knocked back. His feet would stay rooted, no matter the force behind the attack. He still felt pain, he still took damage, but he remained standing.

The combination of powers worked in harmony. One blade blocked Ylva’s piercing attacks without breaking. The other kept him firmly planted on the battlefield, allowing him to swing back with precision and aggression.

And then, there were the white lines.

Together, all three powers gave Blake a deadly synergy, a fusion of strength, endurance, and insight.

A human standing toe to toe with a Luna.

And there was one more thing.

As Blake stood tall, blades in hand, blood on his lips, he spoke:

“I’ve been training every day since that day, for this moment. With these weapons. Whether I die here or not, I’m taking you down with me!”

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