The Universe Is Innately Just 190 Unexpected Turnaround Part Two

He ducked to the left, avoiding Fell's sword tip in the last moment. A gash opened in his cheek, and before he even had time to curse, he had to avoid dozens of sharp thrusts.

Fell stood on top of the armored Golden. His arm turned soft as his sword flew forward with lightning fast might. As Golden evaded the deadly blow with difficulty, he tried to throw Fell out of his position, but it was to no avail. And the youth's feet seemed to have grown roots over the armored flesh.

While dodging, he did his utmost in drawing energy from his dantian. But his actions were slowed down by Fell's relentless attacks and took him much more time than he had expected. Fell was aware of that, due to their bodies between close, he could sense with crystal clarity the energy that was being spurted from Golden's energy core.

He stood his ground and kept trying to finish the fight as soon as possible. Even if his blow missed, the deadly intent in them still forced Golden in a defensive stance. After his sword nearly pierced through his skull dozens of times, Fell shifted his weight on his left leg and hurled a devastating kick toward Golden's chin.

The elder had been concentrated on the black haired youth's sword, and the shot had been unexpected from him, appearing right from a dead angle under his armored flesh. It swiftly connected, and sent a tremor inside of Golden's skull. The elder's figure began falling down, his head rung with bells, and his vision blurred as Fell's figure turned vague and hazy.

Blood filled the elder's mouth, and he took two steps back while Fell landed on the floor. As soon as his leg touched the floor, the ground under his legs turned into powder as his figure dashed forward. He broke through the speed of sound and instantly reappeared in front of a dazed Golden.

The elder didn't have much time to react as he saw a sharp glint appear in front of him. He instinctively raised his forearm and guarded in front of him while sending the energy he had managed to conjure in front of him.

-Clank!- The sound of a hammer smiting steel resounded. Both opponents took a step back from the backlash of the confrontation.

They roared, and both opponents took a step forward. Their emotions and ambition filled their bodies as they gave everything they had in their next blow. Golden's armored flesh glowed with a burning crimson color; his dantian acted as an opened dam with nearly all of his energy flooding his body.

Fell was half a step faster. Little Gold could feel the pressure Fell was facing through their link and acted in his own stead. Sparks appeared around Fell's figure, and the majority of the lightning based energy coursed through Fell's arm before coating his sword.

Soldier's Fortune black metal glinted for a second before turning gold in an instant. The temperature surrounding Fell spiked, and the smell of burned charcoal hit their nostrils.

Although Fell had been faster to conjure his energy, Golden was the first to send his attack. The flesh surrounding his body morphed and moved along his body toward his right fist. A sharp drill condensed on his arm, the macabre flesh sent a chill course through Fell's body.

Fell's eye squinted, and rage took over his being as his hand wrapped around his sword with a grip of steel. "Coward!", the word escaped from Fell's throat and turned into a vicious bark.

Golden's action of soiling the ma.s.ses of corpses, and using them as means of attack and defenses had magnified Fell's anger by tenfolds.

"Today, you die!", Golden's eyes conveyed his murderous intent, and his spear-like drill was sent forward. It rotated during its travel and generated an incredible power that was aiming to grind Fell to bits.

Fell's fierce sword intent alimented the lightning energy that coated his sword — he chopped twice with his sword, with the might of the son of thunder.

Their attacks connected. Darkness took over the ballroom as every speck of light was absorbed by the singularity that manifested when their attack connected. Time came to a standstill where both opponents' existence was linked in a mysterious way. Their fates, their destinies, and future inexplicably intertwined during this moment of life and death.

Their minds were also connected, and Golden's thoughts appeared in Fell's head during the special moment. It was as if a path had opened up between their soul, just before the double-edged sword of destiny decided the victor of the vicious brawl.

"I just need to finish this brat… Absorb him, and flee this city before disaster strikes. Die! Die! Die!", the barks viciousness made Fell understand that those were the thoughts of Golden.

Fell felt a thug in his chest during this strange moment; sadness took over his soul, and his life in the Core resumed in front of his eyes. The misery of the citizens there, the violence that had taken place in the heart of everyone, the constant darkness that welled in every street corner. The wave of negative thoughts washed his mind, and he saw himself through his memories.

A toddler, no bigger than a four year old boy, but he knew that he was far older than that in the scene and that it was only due to the malnutrition caused by his growth in the Baby Cemetery.

"What did they do to deserve this life?", he asked puzzled by his own question. He saw the frail child run through narrow streets filled with sc.r.a.ps of rusted metal, the floor filled with residues of old constructs, garbage and syringes.