Chapter 585: One eighth of battle power!
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Little Lord Fokke no longer bothered with superfluous words to a nemesis who laboriously plotted against him. Further conversations were now pointless. His eyes burned like will o’wisps. A desolated chilliness instantly jolted up Sheyan’s frost coated saber shaft, and bore right into his heart.
Since all of Sheyan’s cards were already revealed, he no longer tarried and pulled out his ‘+7 West’ saber, before slashing it towards Little Lord Fokke.
Little Lord Fokke instantly swept his sword out, causing both blades to clash in mid air as sparks, frost and blue glitters scattered out.
Grunting simultaneously, both parties exerted their strength as they pressured against each other!
Black gaseous strands continued churning and congealing into essences around Little Lord Fokke. Their faces were separated by merely 20 centimetres with two crisscrossed acute blades. Their eyes both threatened to rip open their rival’s chest and carve each other’s heart out!
Sheyan groaned as he channeled in more strength, pushing Little lord Fokke half a step backwards.
One could observe strands of purplish corrosive fumes leaking out of the gash caused by Chevalle on Little Lord Fokke’s shoulder armour. Pouring out like blood, the fumes reacted with sizzling acidic sounds as it touched the floor! Extremely pungent spiralling white fumes then eroded out.
Though waves of rich corrosive gas continued emanating out from Little Lord Fokke within this tiny gap of half a metre, Little Lord Fokke’s declining strength could already be seen from his struggle.
At present, he had indeed plunged to his weakest state after falling into Sheyan’s deliberate plotting.
Firstly, he probably had to expend a good half of his dark magic, for him and Momore to traverse through space to reach Sheyan. His personal summoning was the first weakening disadvantage.
The second weakening advantage laid in him having to depart from his own homeground to do battle. Thus, his battle powers would probably decline once again.
Next was demon horse Momore being entrapped by the undying Black Pearl pirates. Inevitably, a knight without a horse would naturally be weaker as compared to his optimal state.
Following that, was his rampant onslaught while pursuing Sheyan previously! Although the souls he killed could be converted into replenishment of strength, it required a period of time. It was just like consuming nutritional products wouldn’t provide instant effects. At the most, the nutritional products had to be absorbed by the intestines first.
Therefore, those dead souls would require 3 days before they could be converted into battle power for Little Lord Fokke. As such, the dark magic and energy he consumed during his onslaught wouldn’t be replenished temporarily! Moreover, he was even dealt a severe blow by Chevalle along the way. This caused his battle power to wane once again!
Which goes to say, Little Lord Fokke’s standard battle power had been chiselled away gradually through the different layers of Sheyan’s ploy! Moreover, Little Lord Fokke’s most lethal epidemic and dark frost effects could be nearly negated by Sheyan! Right now, it could be said he was merely at an eighth of his battle power.
This was why Sheyan had the confidence and guts to challenge him!
One could imagine how formidable an optimal state Little Fokke would be. He was truly a peak fighter with freakish strength that could contest a legendary ship single handedly. Of course, the accursed Black Pearl would be now an exception.
“This repugnant…..insect!”
Little Lord Fokke’s icy eyes were fixated deadly on the devilish skeleton before him. He could feel the depths of his body issuing pangs of weakening. His breathing also gradually turned heavier, and an absurd notion was conceived in his heart.
“Could it be after abandoning my lordship, my wealth, pleasures of beauty in exchange for my unrivalled and boundless strength….after despising the world for a decade, where even legendary figures couldn’t threaten me……holding the sacred altar of life in my hands……but now, am I to be buried in the hands of a lowly worm-like figure?”
After this notion was conceived, the icy eyes of Little Lord Fokke instantly transformed into empty cavities! Within a split second, a flicker of malevolence ignited like a jack-o’-lantern in his eyes!
Meanwhile, Sheyan’s magnificent long saber hacked against the wound left behind by Chevalle, ripping out a violent diffusion of corrosive purplish fumes as they coiled around Sheyan’s body.
Consecutively, a blizzard like vortex swirled around Little Lord Fokke’s right hand, before he pushed it towards Sheyan!
In a flash, an unfathomably low temperature enveloped Sheyan’s body. That sensation was as though the cheeks of a million deathly cold corpses, were being tightly pasted onto his skin; the rapacious desires of the dead absorbing away his vitality warmth.
Strike of Shivering Winds!!!
Crackle! Crackle! The fracturing sounds of shattering ice shards scuttled intensely around Sheyan’s body.
Seizing this moment, Little Lord Fokke raised his Symbolic Ice Sword and chopped down!
Whizz! The blade of his Symbolic sword instantly unleashed an incredibly chilling Icicle arrow, as it pierced through the air and shot towards Sheyan!
Sheyan barely managed to swipe his saber in response, as his ‘+7 West’ struck upwards against the Icicle arrow; shattering it into minute ice shards as they ripped out deep scars onto Sheyan’s skeletal surface.
After releasing a sigh of relief, Sheyan immediately noticed Little Lord Fokke’s mouth swelling up. Pffft!!! A regiment of revolving phosphorescent ghost flames suddenly barreled out his mouth.
Sheyan currently had exceedingly high resistance to epidemic diseases and frost, but his resistance to flames were only mediocre. Stunned by this, he could only utilize his hands to block.
At this moment, the clouds covered the moonlight once again, prompting Sheyan to return to his human form. The next second, that regiment of slender phosphorescent ghost flames blazed against his hand.
The flames pressed and distorted against his hand, before its fiery burns contaminated his flesh and set it ablaze! Broiling sizzling sounds erupted from his hand, where the phosphorescent ghost flames constantly wrestled against his hand like a reluctant untamed serpent.
Strictly speaking, Little Lord Fokke had broke away from his intrinsic nature as a knight, and was employing his sword more like a wizard wand. He would frequently cast out various strange dark magic arts. The only difference between him and a sorcerer, was the impregnably thick armour he adorned and his hellish demon horse mount!
Noticing that Sheyan was about to extinguish that regiment of ghost flames, Little Lord Fokke shockingly punched his shoulder wound; inciting a large batch of dark purplish fumes to pour out towards the regiment of ghost flames.
Instantaneously, the regiment of ghost flames started rummaging with reignited combustion. Distorted and anguished faces repeatedly floated up from it, coupled with wails of agony.
Though their decisive battle had reached its climax, those wails completely overwhelmed the intensity of battle; emitting out colliding sounds of an airtight space. Their lamentations were shrilling and domineering, utterly akin to a poltergeist*!
(TN: A poltergeist is a type of ghost or other supernatural entity which is responsible for physical disturbances, such as loud noises and objects being moved or destroyed.)
The ghost inferno burned with great intensity, melting away Sheyan’s flesh as his bodily fluids dripped down. His bodily fluids were like fuel that continue burning with patches of greenish-black ghost flames, scorching even the solid ground rocks with crackles.
Facing such an unguardable attack, a desperate bloodlust soared within Sheyan’s heart.
Those incessant cauterizing damages activated the passive ability of his ‘Barbarous Crust Armour’. Sheyan’s courageous and domineering temper once again flared up from the depths of his soul as he roared; not consigning himself to retreat anymore, but instead to retaliate!
As he continued carrying an inferno of fiery ghost flames, he hacked away his saber at Little lord Fokke!
At this instance, the consequence of losing his mount surfaced. Still recovering from the casting time of his dark magic, he couldn’t dodge in time as Sheyan’s ferocious chopping saber came slashing down; offense against offense, trading damage with damage!
Oceanic-blue glitters sparkled out repetitively, alongside the continued piercing sounds of cleaving bones and flesh!
Following Sheyan’s final cutting blade, his gloves suddenly twinkled with silvery radiance as moisty vapour came frantically converging from all sides, combining into a massive azure bubble that trapped Little Lord Fokke within. Right now, every motion of his would have to be done with great difficulty!
This was the passive ability, ‘Tidal Shock’, of Sheyan’s newly acquired ‘Deformed Thickshell’ gloves. If Little Lord Fokke didn’t pop the bubble, he would have to suffer the negative state of 80% movement speed decline!
Facing such an unexpected development, Little Lord Fokke’s slight hesitation caused him to eat another blade slash from Sheyan! Furthermore, this blade had actually slashed out two explosive strikes!
Kacha! Another half a chunk of Little Lord Fokke’s shoulder armour was struck flying, while the entire shoulder plate was now dangling down. Purplish black gaseous flooded out wildly, morphing into absolved countenances of vengeful souls who frantically escaped.
It seemed like Little Lord Fokke had actually sealed an innumerable amount of agonizing dead souls within his body, which was the source of his dark magic!
Without delays, Sheyan once again lifted his saber. Amidst the blue glitters of his ‘+7 West’, golden brilliance were also faintly glimmering as the divine might of Odin adhered onto it. One could fathom how tremendous the damage dealt on Little Lord Fokke was, as Sheyan slashed his blade down!
With this slash, he completely sliced off the injured shoulder of Little Lord Fokke. Spinning high into the air, the arm appeared like discarded junk as it landed onto the ground.
Yet concurrently, a frosty shimmer appeared in Little Lord Fokke’s other hand as he abruptly congealed out a long ice spear! The shape of his Ice spear astoundingly resembled those jousting long spears that knights of the medieval ages had!
Sheyan wasn’t aware that before Little Lord Fokke became depraved, he had vanquished three powerful challengers during the jousting knight selections of Britain that year!
Little Lord Fokke then ferociously hurled out the long Ice spear in his hand!
A jolt of chilliness flashed out as the ice spear penetrated into Sheyan’s chest. At this instance, the left side of his body instantly turned numbed! Blood gushed out from his back before rapidly coagulating into strands of scarlet icicles!
Without wavering in its momentum, that ice spear dragged Sheyan for 5-6 metres before impaling him onto a cliff rock behind.
