Chapter 126: Wavelength
Chapter 126: Wavelength
Amon’s danger sense was ringing wildly, alerting him to the danger.With his blood already pooling on the ground, Amon was only able to maintain his consciousness due to the fact that he was at level 8.
With every increase in level comes an increase in one’s stamina, physical strength, and everything else.
Due to Amon’s unique physique, the increase he received was thrice for every level up.
Panting slightly, Amon raised his gaze in the direction of the slender lady.
"I wonder what face is hidden underneath the mask." The lady licked her lips and grinned in Amon’s direction, staring at the terrifyingly cold eyes behind the mask.
Amon suppressed the pain he was feeling and stood firmly, his back straight.
His hand trembled faintly as he raised the sword in his grasp.
"You still have some fight left within you?" the lady said in surprise, clicking her tongue.
Amon didn’t respond. Instead, he executed the third form of the Netherworld sword techniques.
’Desolate Moon Sword Art.’
Swoosh!
A cold, moon-like arc split from Amon’s sword, rushing wildly in the direction of the lady.
Vela’s pupils shrank slightly as she noticed the sword arc heading in her direction, but she didn’t panic.
Raising her short sword, she pierced forward.
’Crescent Swift Sword Art.’
Swoosh!
Her sword pierced through the air, the sound ringing out as though it had encountered a physical object.
Instantly, her sword stabbed directly at the middle of the moon arc, causing it to explode.
Already expecting this, Amon moved a second time. This time, he was even faster as he released the fourth form of the Netherworld sword technique.
’Netherworld Shadow Veil Sword Art!’
The shadows in the surroundings once more twisted violently.
And under the command of Amon’s sword, they rushed forward like a surging tide.
’This attack again?’ Vela muttered, then tapped her foot lightly on the ground, distancing herself from the attack.
Amon chased after her, closing the gap between them.
With his enhanced physique, his natural speed almost seemed as though he was using a skill.
Vela’s eyes flickered slightly as she changed directions mid-air, stabbing in the direction of Amon’s bleeding chest.
If she could take advantage of Amon’s weakness, she should be able to emerge victorious from this battle.
Swoosh!
As her sword pierced through the air, heading towards Amon’s chest, he tilted to the side. However, Vela had already expected this.
She twisted the blade, curving her sword around Amon’s arm and piercing straight into Amon’s stomach.
Squelch.
The sound of one’s organs being pierced echoed into the surroundings.