FVN Chapter 665: The Broken Boy
Chapter 665: The Broken Boy
Chapter 665: The Broken Boy
Night Terror's eyes narrowed as blackish ichor slicked down his skin, almost adorning it in a manner of sinister beauty.
Even though his senses were now instantly heightened and wary of the kids before him, he couldn't attack. His Master's orders were paramount.
Night Terror's eyes for a moment gleamed with a feral bloodthirst, but in a jiffy, the vicious monster suppressed and killed the wickedness in his eyes.
The boys, however, did not care. Lenn threw his sword in the air, a horizontal slash flashing upwards. Night Terror again threw one hand to block the attack.
As sparks flew upon the collision of the thin silver blade with black polished skin, Lenn muttered again.
"Reversal."
The same thing happened again. The strike that Night Terror successfully blocked came back again.
A long tear ran across his hand, causing blood to crudely spray outward.
Lenn did not waste any time; he dove in with a blurring barrage of attacks, his two swords tearing through the air in complex but ferocious patterns.
Each biting point of the sword was met with a terrifying block from Night Terror. And each blocked attack induced an even more vehement damage upon the devil.
The intense exchange prolonged for a while, filling the corners with the cold and wicked screech of thin metal, sparks mixed with black ichor flowing in the air as if gravity mattered little amidst them.
With a final cross outward slash, Lenn managed to wrench the monster's hands free from each other, exposing its chest.
In a fluid motion, he twisted his body mid-air, slamming a spinning kick into the hinge of the devil's neck along with a terrifying shout of power.
"Recoil!"
His second leg, as the first connected, also snapped upward with brutal precision.
As the second one connected, a terrifying carnage was unleashed; blood splurged out of both points of connection, as if the strikes had gained the impact force of a mountain and ripped out of the monster's skin instead of into the monster's skin.
Night Terror lost his balance, staggering to the side as a fountain of blood spilled from his neck and jaw.
Schneider watched from behind, his eyes glittering with intense reverie and mind singing praises of this priceless sight.
'Oh crap,' Schneider exclaimed from behind as he heard the voice. He put his hands over his head and took a cautious step backward before calling.
"Lenn?"
"You bastard, who is Lenn... this is Nel, you idiot!"
Even his words were coated with depravity and a stark contrast to how polite and calm the usual Lenn was.
"Ah shit..." Schneider staggered backward, cursing beneath his breath. "Even though he hasn't used his abilities past five minutes, his alter ego is already breaking out. This means having to deal with such a monster is taking more toll on him than usual. Shit! I have to get the leader before this fight finishes!"
Staggering further back, Schneider turned and ran out of the corner.
Meanwhile, a chilling atmosphere settled between Night Terror and Lennister.
The devil now had a cold and dangerous crimson light blazing softly in his eyes.
Lenn... Nel did not look like he cared; a sadistic grin slowly crept up his face as he licked his
lips.
"At least the bastard left me with a good meal this time."
Nel's eyes snapped open, wide with alarm. He tilted his head sharply and whipped his sword across his shoulder in a desperate defense, but he was too slow.
A sudden, biting force slashed through the edge of his shoulder, and crimson spattered like paint flung from a careless hand.
Pain exploded through him. His fingers trembled against the hilt of his sword as his knees nearly buckled under the force of the blow.
He hadn't even seen the strike. A stunned gasp caught in his throat, his mind racing to piece together what had just happened. The gash throbbed, hot and wet, as blood trickled down his
arm in a steady stream.
Nel's eyes gleamed with a twisted joy as he whispered.
"Return."
In an instant, the impossible happened. A massive chunk of Night Terror's right side, along with both arms, exploded outward in a grotesque spray of gore.