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Chapter 1016: Chapter 1016: A Sword Through the Heart
A sword was drawn.
In the air.
Only three trails of bloody cold light remained!
It seemed as if every strike from Nathanael Warm carried an overwhelming hatred!
Not his own hatred!
But that of those spirits who once died under his sword!
Indignation, rage!
The blood light, like the Devil itself.
Carried an overwhelming pressure as it splattered towards Julius Reed!
Clang!
Julius stood firm as a rock.
Facing the bloody radiance, he gripped his sword with both hands.
Sweeping across the six directions!
The golden light collided with the bloody light, causing the air itself to seem twisted.
The rooftop reeked of blood.
"This sword is full of murderous intent."
Julius, holding the Longsword of the Great Cyclone Night in one hand, spoke lightly.
"There are eighty-one souls under this blade."
Nathanael Warm caressed the blade lovingly, saying, "These spirits were all renowned swordsmen. Before they died, they were filled with unwillingness and anger, and fear. The last spirit was my master, Sage Cangya!"
Betraying one’s master and ancestors is, everywhere, condemned.
Yet, when these words came from Nathanael Warm’s mouth, there was no sign of remorse.
Once one enters the Demon Way, there is no room for pedantry.
Whose sword is faster, that person is the king!
"I forgot to tell you."
He lifted his head slightly, corners of his mouth curling upwards, "This sword is called ’Monty.’"
Whoosh!
The next moment!
A sky full of blood shadows!
Nathanael Warm conjured countless phantoms of himself, encircling Julius Reed!
False and true, true and false.
Impossible to discern, which figure was the real Nathanael Warm.
The stench of blood grew heavier.
Julius couldn’t help covering his nose with his hand, his eyes slowly closing.
The mind creates the realm.
He didn’t need to use his eyes to see; the opponent’s illusions were thus rendered useless.
Whoosh!
The figures swiftly congregated towards the center!
Countless Sword Qi burst down from the sky!
As if a rain of swords was descending from the heavens!
Boom!
Julius, holding his sword with one hand, leapt into the air!
Clang!
In the sky, a spark flashed.
The spot where he had just been standing was smashed open with a large hole!
The interior of the building lay exposed.
As for Nathanael Warm, he knelt on one knee on the ground.
He slowly lifted his head to look into Julius’s eyes.
"The final sword."
Having spoken, he grasped his sword with both hands!
Transforming into a blade of wind!
Rushing through the air!
"Hum!"
Julius opened his right hand, and the Longsword of the Great Cyclone Night began to spin rapidly!
The speed grew faster and faster!
Clearly unbound by anything, yet the Longsword of the Great Cyclone Night clung tightly to Julius’s palm, transforming into a tornado!
The speed reached its peak!
"Go!"
Boom!
Julius pushed hard with his right hand!
The Longsword of the Great Cyclone Night collided with the blade of wind, emitting a deafening boom!
Flames shot towards the sky!
The two divine swords clashed, sparking dazzling fireworks!
And Nathanael Warm, his form froze.
A rare flash of shock crossed his eyes.
But he would not retreat!
The blood-colored ’Monty’ stuck tight to the Longsword of the Great Cyclone Night!
As needle against wheat!
At the tip of the sword, the air was already torn.
The temperature rose higher and higher.
"I’ve told you, you shouldn’t have come looking for me."
Julius’s right hand tightened its grip, seizing the Longsword of the Great Cyclone Night in his hand firmly!
Boom!
The powerful impact made Nathanael Warm stagger backward a step!
The golden brilliance crashed down from the sky!
Clang!
The first strike.
Nathanael Warm raised his sword to block, his figure pausing.
At the corner of his mouth, a trickle of blood emerged.
Clang!
The second strike!
Julius drew a circle in the air with the golden glow in his hand, smashing down fiercely!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Nathanael Warm stumbled back three steps, his face deathly pale.
"Continue."
Julius looked at him expressionlessly, approaching step by step.
"Paying a little tuition isn’t a loss."
After speaking, his figure darted forward!
The third strike swung out!
Under the sunlight, Julius Reed’s Longsword soared like a golden dragon emerging from the water, a rainbow piercing through the day!
A sense of danger rushed over him!
Unwilling to concede, Nathanael Warm rapidly retreated, but the front of his garment was still sliced open.
The top floor of the nine-story building had collapsed beyond recognition.
"I know, you haven’t given it your all, Swordsman. You should look the part of a true Swordsman."
Julius Reed stood his ground, seemingly waiting for Nathanael Warm to make a move.
The spring breeze blew past, causing Nathanael Warm’s cloak to flap loudly.
The scent of blood seemed even stronger now.
The skies full of dust had long been dispersed.
The broken rebar jutted out erratically, as if lamenting the recent battle.
Two men, two swords.
Standing atop the ninth floor of the Bronze Sparrow Terrace.
Staring at each other.
"Haha!"
Nathanael Warm suddenly let out a loud laugh.
He violently unfastened his cloak and threw it aside, "I had thought this wouldn’t be necessary."
As he spoke, he seemed to transform before Julius Reed’s eyes!
His eyes rapidly turned blood red!
Dark smoke began to coil around his body!
Even Monty Reed couldn’t help but emit a bloodthirsty, mournful cry.
"The things in this world aren’t as you think they should be. If they were, I would have fallen a long time ago," Julius Reed said indifferently. "You are very strong, with few rivals in this world. Unfortunately, I just happen to be one of them."
Julius Reed held his sword in one hand and slowly raised it, "I am the mountain you will never be able to cross in this lifetime. Even if you turn to the Demon Way, even if you unleash your blood soul! In front of me, the outcome is still death."
As expected, the dark aura swirling around Nathanael Warm was the power of the blood soul that manifested after falling into the Demon Way.
The possessed’s blood was no longer red.
Darkness was their lineage!
And the price of their possession!
Once possessed, he could never go back!
His dark blood would be dedicated to combat.
From that moment on, he would have no emotions, no life.
Even his humanity was slowly being extinguished.
The only thing left was slaughter!
In his mind, only slaughter!
Nathanael Warm, at last, unleashed his full strength!
"Swordsman. Never surrendering!"
Nathanael Warm roared as he, cloaked in dark energy, unleashed a strike!
Sword Intent is formless!
Before becoming possessed, his Sword Intent was already pure!
Now, it was even more exquisite!
"Heh, is that all?"
Julius Reed lunged forward!
The Longsword in his hand was like a shadow, slashing down eighteen times in succession!
Eighteen beams of sword light collided with Nathanael Warm’s Sword Qi!
Thunder roared!
Gonzalez City, unexpectedly, began to drizzle again.
But this rain fell only above the Bronze Sparrow Terrace.
"Man and sword as one!"
Nathanael Warm’s eyes closed tightly, his facial features contorting in extreme pain!
In the air, there was only a residual image.
A bloody residual image!
Monty Reed, swirling with dark light, turned into a streak of blood-red brilliance, shooting straight for Julius Reed.
Hum!
Julius Reed’s Longsword in his hand spun at high speed, then burst forth, shooting up into the sky!
The next moment.
Blood brilliance arrived!
Boom!
Julius Reed caught the bare blade with his bare hands!
In the palm of his hand, streams of white Qi wrapped around Monty Reed, attempting to halt the advance of the blood-red Longsword.
"Haha!"
Nathanael Warm laughed loudly, appearing right in front of Julius Reed.
The sword gradually sank deeper.
Nearing Julius Reed’s body.
Less than ten centimeters away.
Ten more centimeters, and it would reach the heart.
Seven centimeters!
Three centimeters!
One centimeter...
In Nathanael Warm’s eyes, there was a frenzy!
Just a bit more, and Julius Reed would undoubtedly die!
"Look at the sky."
It was at this moment that Julius Reed suddenly spoke.
"Trying to bluster?"
Nathanael Warm squinted his eyes.
But immediately after!
He realized the danger!
When Nathanael Warm looked up, he saw a streak of golden light crashing down from above!
He wanted to block it.
But the Longsword was gripped tightly by Julius Reed!
Splurch!
A sword thrust through the heart!
Nathanael Warm was split in two.
Dark blood splattered everywhere.
"I told you, you’re weak."
Julius Reed opened his palm, where traces of blood remained.
But, it was no longer important.
He picked up the Longsword from the ground and subconsciously glanced at his Rolex on his wrist.
When he saw his bare wrist...
He suddenly remembered, the Rolex had been given away.
