Chapter 236: Betrayal
"Ahhh!"
Dominic could not help but release a small scream of pain as the power of the machete was simply too much and sent him flying away without control. He managed to block it, but its force traveled from the bastard sword to his arm, all the way to his body and inner organs.
It was like getting rammed by a giant truck. Even if a shield were in front of you, the impact force would still reach you and do severe damage.
Despite the pain and injuries, Dominic did not have time to rest since Cain jumped toward him, and the machete descended right at his head. His bastard sword unleashed a small blast of air that pushed his body to the left, saving his head from being divided in two.
"¡BOOM!"
Dominic’s eyes widened when he saw an explosion occur right next to his head due to the machete overwhelming force.
Unlike most scions who only participated in battles where there was no danger for their lives, Dominic had experienced all kinds of fights throughout his life, and more than once, he had found himself in life-and-death battles. That granted him a powerful battle awareness, allowing him to quickly discover the key behind Cain’s monstrous strength.
It was not the machete or the energy covering the weapon but Cain’s hand which allowed those strikes to carry so much power. All five fingers had turned into blood gems, and the transformation showed signs of extending to the rest of the hand.
As someone that mastered swordplay, Dominic knew the importance of the strength of your arm and hand. A firm grip could grant stability and control, ensuring greater precision and accuracy, but that was not all.
A powerful grip granted a greater power transfer. When the grip is firm, the force generated by the body’s movement can be efficiently transferred to the sword, resulting in a more powerful strike. The energy from the wielder’s muscles is effectively channeled into the blade, maximizing its impact.
Dominic could not be certain about the nature of Cain’s technique, but it was clear it enhanced this one’s hands, allowing every strike of that machete to carry so much power that nothing could stop it.
That analysis took a long time to describe, but less than a second had passed since the machete clashed with the ground instead of on Dominic’s head.