Read Novel Full Chapter 427: HAVING FUN
Chapter 427: HAVING FUN
"Should someone of his standing be allowed to have a divine weapon?" one administrator asked, voice heavy with feigned concern.
"Agreed," another chimed in smoothly. "Divine weapons should only be wielded by those of equal standing and status."
"Enough," Nick snapped, his frown deep enough to carve lines into his face.
Displeasure and disappointment warred in his expression. "It’s his divine weapon. He has the right to it. If you feel dissatisfied, claim it from him the right way, and don’t use your power to do it."
"Yes, Governor," the administrators murmured, bowing slightly.
But their eyes gleamed with calculation.
They had heard exactly what they wanted: permission to pursue, wrapped in the thinnest veneer of legality.
Back on the battlefield, Aaron made his move.
Twin blades trailing faint wisps of shadow, he dashed toward the Oni in a low, predatory glide, boots barely touching the marble, each step silent and explosive.
The Oni roared, a guttural sound that shook dust from the rafters. Wind surged around him in violent spirals.
He swept his nodachi in a wide arc, unleashing crescent-shaped wind blades that screamed through the corridor, razor-edged and fast enough to slice stone.
Aaron weaved through the attack like a seasoned dancer, body flowing around each cutting gust.
His mystic eyes stripped away the illusion of chaos, every pressure wave, every micro-turbulence laid bare in perfect clarity.
He tilted his head, ducked a fraction, spun on his heel; the wind blades hissed past, carving shallow gouges into walls and pillars but never touching him.
He appeared before the Oni in a blink, blades already rising.
One sword arced toward the neck in a clean, lethal stroke, aimed to sever head from shoulders in a single pass.
The Oni reacted with terrifying speed. Air pressure exploded beneath his feet; he hurled himself backward, the wind itself carrying him out of reach.
The blade sliced empty space, leaving a faint afterimage of darkness.
But Aaron had already seen through the maneuver.
His empty hand remained outstretched.
Shadows boiled from his palm, twisting and elongating.
The twin katanas melted and reformed in an instant, lengthening, merging, hardening into a sleek, obsidian spear longer than he was tall.
The weapon thrummed with restrained violence, tip glinting like a shard of midnight.
The spear lanced forward, faster than thought.
It punched through the Oni’s abdomen with surgical precision, bursting out his back in a spray of simulated blood and splintered armor.
The impact lifted the warrior clean off his feet.
Aaron twisted his wrist.
The spear snapped upward.
The impaled Oni rose helplessly into the air, skewered like a trophy on a pike, legs kicking uselessly.
He roared again, summoning a tempest around himself, wind howling in a vortex, tearing at the spear, trying to wrench free.
But Aaron was quicker.
Shadows erupted from the spear’s shaft, wrapping around the Oni’s limbs like iron chains forged from night itself.
They tightened with merciless strength, crushing armor and bone alike. The tempest faltered, wind dying to fitful gusts.
Aaron regarded the struggling warrior with cool detachment.
Then he yanked downward.
The spear transformed once more in a fluid shimmer of shadow and will, the long haft retracting and reshaping until twin Desert Eagles rested once again in Aaron’s hands.
The sudden shift in weight and balance was seamless, the guns’ familiar heft grounding him as the Oni, impaled and suspended began to free-fall toward the grand hall’s polished floor far below.
The Oni reacted with the reflexes of a galactic-rank warrior.
A sharp gesture of his clawed hand summoned an updraft of roaring wind that caught him mid-descent, suspending him once more in the heart of his own tempest.
The air around him howled, whipping his dark hair and tattered robes, the storm’s outer layers churning with visible blades of compressed atmosphere that gleamed like glass shards under the illusory chandeliers.
"Perfect," Aaron muttered, the corner of his mouth lifting in faint amusement.
He raised both Desert Eagles in a relaxed two-handed grip, barrels aligned with calm precision.
The twin sights settled on the Oni’s head, the storm’s furious rotation doing nothing to obscure his target, his mystic eyes sliced through the wind like a blade through fog, every eddy and current laid bare.
With deliberate calmness, he fired.
The mana bullets streaked out faster than sound, twin lances of concentrated blue-white energy that left faint afterimages in the air.
They punched through the storm’s outer wall with surgical accuracy, slamming into the Oni’s temple.
"Tch," Aaron clicked his tongue in mild disappointment.
The bullets had far less penetrating power than he’d expected against a being of this rank.
They cratered the Oni’s skull but failed to pierce through to the brain, merely staggering him, dark blood trickling from the twin wounds.
The impact still hurt, though; the Oni snarled, pain flashing across his brutish features.
Realizing he was a free target while suspended in the air, the Oni reacted instantly.
He pulled the storm tighter around himself, cloaking his entire body in a dense, shrieking tempest wall.
The wind blades thickened into an opaque cyclone, howling with enough force to shred steel and deflect energy alike.
"Loser," Aaron muttered with dry amusement. "Not even your wall of bullets can stop me."
His mystic eyes had already mapped the energy pattern of the tempest storm in exquisite detail, every vortex, every compression point, every micro-flaw in the swirling maelstrom.
And there, at the very center, a single weak point: a momentary thinning where the Oni’s focus wavered just enough to create a hairline crack in his otherwise impenetrable defense.
"Hopefully this counts," Aaron said under his breath.
The twin Desert Eagles shimmered once more.
In the span of a heartbeat, they fused and expanded, barrels lengthening, stocks thickening, until a sleek, brutal rocket launcher rested in his hands.
The weapon’s matte-black surface drank in the surrounding light, runes of dark mana pulsing faintly along its length.
[Just how crazy are you trying to be?]
the system asked, genuine bewilderment threading through its usually detached tone.
"Me? Nothing much honestly," Aaron replied mentally, a faint grin tugging at his lips. "Just wish to enjoy myself while at it and fulfill some desires I had as a kid."