Chapter 223: Pope of the Black Sun (7)
Varos’s purple aura blade slashed a long line down the giant’s right arm. Light-blood sprayed as the giant of light let out a scream. Unlike before, the wound didn’t regenerate. It was clearer this time around. They were dealing real damage to the giant.
Immediately after, Lapicel slashed across the giant’s left arm. Again, light-blood splattered. But this time, there was no scream.
The light giant let out a faint groan, and the wound began to heal, albeit slowly. Unlike Varos, who had pushed his aura to the purple tier, Lapicel’s current reserves only allowed her to reach blue tier.
She lacked the destructive power, and the outcome fell short of Varos’s. Still, it was undeniably a valid strike.
Not to be outdone, Serati lunged in. She closed the distance while dodging the rain of beams and slashed a long line across the giant’s back! But this time, there was neither a scream nor even a groan. The giant counterattacked immediately.
Startled, Serati twisted her body aside. Gah!
The giant’s right arm swept past her, missing her by a hair’s breadth. Had it landed, the blow would have been devastating.
Backing away, Serati grimaced. Tch!
At this rate, it was like cutting water with a blade. Even though she wielded blue-tier aura just like Lapicel, her attacks floundered uselessly, while Lapicel’s landed true with every strike.
Dodging the giant’s wild assault, she drew closer to Lapicel and asked, "Could you explain it a bit more clearly?"
Fine, she could accept that Lapicel was a martial king and a genius, but couldn’t they at least speak in a way that normal people could understand? Not that Lapicel had chosen to be so vague out of pride.
"This isn’t something that can be explained with words." She could only help guide others to the truth, nothing more. Circling the giant calmly, Lapicel continued. "See it, feel it, act on it. You all have the ability."