Chapter 109: Final Clash Against Terenei
Their dangerous 'dance' continued for a couple of minutes.
'Now!' thought Mikael as he once again diverted the greatsword, letting it pass to his side. This time, however, Terenei was wide open. His guard was lowered, having fallen into the rhythm of repeated failed attacks. He wasn't particularly concerned either, as Mikael had never counterattacked before, instead focusing on provoking him. And even if Mikael did strike, Terenei was confident in his aura cloak's ability to protect him.
That was exactly what Mikael had been counting on. In an instant, he attacked—Chained Sword Style – 1st Form: Blade Tempest.
However, this time, there was a slight adjustment. Instead of unleashing a barrage of 'uncontrolled' slashes, Mikael focused all of his strikes on a single target—the greatsword wielder's exposed neck.
"Wh-?"
"Swish."
Terenei felt an overwhelming sense of danger and instinctively tilted his head back. This small movement allowed him to reduce the severity of the attack.
But even with that, Mikael's surprise assault, meticulously prepared over the past minutes, wasn't in vain. His blades slashed deeply into Terenei's neck, the rapid flurry of strikes stacking together to sever his carotid artery. Blood sprayed everywhere as Mikael swiftly stepped back, cautious of any desperate counterattack from his mortally wounded enemy.
'It worked,' Mikael thought inwardly, his gaze locked onto Terenei, relieved that his plan had succeeded.
Meanwhile, the greatsword wielder staggered backward, feeling the burning pain at his neck. His hand instinctively shot up to clutch the wound, and when he pulled it away, his palm was drenched in blood. His face paled as the severity of his injury dawned on him.
Panic set in, momentarily overriding his thoughts of Mikael. He turned desperately toward the five cultists who had remained inactive, prepared for another ambush.