Chapter 175 Fitran Vs Oda Nobuzan
In the midst of profound silence, a gentle breeze wove through the air, carrying with it an unfamiliar and ominous scent that hinted at encroaching danger. From the concealed shadows of the surroundings, a figure stepped forward—Oda Nobuzan.
He stood tall and imposing, his expression calm and confident, though an unsettling dark aura lingered around him, a remnant of the chaos from the earlier battle. Without the slightest hesitation, he swung his dimly glowing sword, the blade shimmering with a spectral light, as if ready to confront Fitran with an unyielding determination.
"Fitran Fate..." His voice cut through the tension, cold yet sharp, "You are indeed remarkable. But I cannot allow you to roam freely. You have defeated Charles, and that... piques my curiosity."
Fitran locked his piercing gaze on Oda, his eyes seeming to penetrate the very core of his being. "Curiosity?" he let out a quiet laugh that echoed ominously. "You came here just to prove something, Oda Nobuzan? To face someone who has killed an executor with his own hands? How bold of you."
Oda merely smiled, a smile rich with challenge and defiance, as if daring Fitran not only with his sword but with the full weight of his presence. "I am one of the Ten Most Powerful Sorcerers in the world. I didn't come to talk. I came to test the extent of your power. If you can defeat me, I will acknowledge your existence. However, if I win..." he tightened his grip on his sword, the muscles in his arm coiling like steel, "you will become mine."
Fitran's smile vanished, and a predatory intensity filled his gaze, transforming him into a hunter poised to strike. "You... want to test this power?" he asked, extending his right palm. A mesmerizing spiral of Void Manipulation coalesced at his fingertips, swirling with shimmering black energy that hinted at the imminent danger he posed.
In response, Oda deftly wielded his sword, employing the Flash Strike technique. It left a series of dazzling flashes flickering in the air, as if time itself had paused in awe of his unparalleled skill. "Of course," he asserted, his voice steady. "I seek to discover whether anyone can surpass the true power of this world—and whether you truly deserve to retain your life."
Suddenly, with explosive speed, Oda lunged forward, his sword gleaming brilliantly as it sliced through the air, aiming directly for Fitran's form. This assault melded the might of Physical Enhancement with the velocity of Magical Acceleration, delivering a strike that merged sheer force and breathtaking swiftness.
Yet, just before the blade could connect with flesh, Fitran's body dissolved into a fine mist, leaving behind only the ghostly outline of his silhouette. Oda's eyes widened in shock, and his fierce strike found nothing but the emptiness of air.