Chapter 118
Every step Theo took accounted for the incoming bursts of energy, reading the rhythm of each collision to adjust himself accordingly, while Erietta expressed her power through every swing of her sword and the precise alignment of her stance.
The air thickened with energy, leaving no room for even the slightest mistake, for any opening could be exploited by the opponent—or worse, unleash consequences far beyond their intention.
In the meeting of their energies, each clash created not only physical impact but an effect that bordered on the supernatural.
The wind that grew stronger by the second was not merely moving air, but a manifestation of the internal energy of both fighters overflowing without restraint.
The environment responded in extraordinary ways, as though nature itself sought to echo the power being unleashed.
Theo remained focused, evaluating every pattern and exploiting each opening that appeared, proving that this battle was not just about muscle or technique, but mastery over rhythm, energy, and the constantly shifting field shaped by every collision.
Precision, awareness, and strategy became the core of both fighters' movements as they pushed their potential to the limits in a battlefield that was almost uncontrollable.
The collisions of energy continued, forcing the air, the earth, and the sky to react to the overwhelming power being released.
'Even if those slashes broke through my guard, they only make me more grateful to you, Erietta.'
"I'll say this for the first and last time—The Writer will never bow to anyone!"
Fuuuuuuh!
"Advance, devour, and DEFEND YOUR AMBITION JUST LIKE MOST WRITERS!!"
Boooom!
Kraaak—kraaak—kraaak!
'The eruption of energy was like nine consecutive blasts hammering the heavens.Heart-wrenching.'
The energy spilling across the battlefield now reached a level almost unbearable, where every movement carried a devastating shockwave.
Erietta's slashes, which had earlier pierced through her opponent's defenses, were not merely physical attacks but triggers for bursts of energy that followed unpredictable rhythms.
Its peak came when three slashes from the center struck Theo's left leg, released without warning, forcing his body to adjust in an extreme and unnatural way.
That moment did not merely evoke pain or strain—it ignited Theo's Resolve, Will, Intent, and Ambition, flowing with overwhelming intensity through his entire being, marking a dramatic shift in a battlefield already filled with energy, dust, and auras radiating in all directions.
The clash between their sword techniques created waves that were not only physical but emotional.
Nine consecutive bursts of energy boomed through the air, shaking the atmosphere and forcing every particle to bend before the power unleashed.
The first, sixth, and ninth explosions were painfully loud to any ordinary ear, signaling that every echo of those clashes carried the message that this battle had surpassed all conventional boundaries.
The surroundings responded—winds spiraled wildly, the ground cracked, and trees swayed violently, confirming that the battlefield had transformed into a realm where order no longer applied.
Every movement Theo made became sharper, more aggressive, using the built-up energy from earlier blows to strengthen both of his sword techniques.
The intensity of his attacks rose exponentially, creating a pattern of energy that fused Resolve, Will, Intent, and Ambition into forms visible and palpable throughout the fight.
The energy flowing from his sword and body spread with a rhythm that demanded complete vigilance, while every spark and wave that erupted emphasized that mastery over technique and internal force was no longer just a tool, but the manifestation of total domination over the battlefield itself.
The final explosion shattered all attacks into fragments of energy scattering into the air.
"How could my technique be destroyed as well?
I saw it, but it makes no sense."
The moment Erietta realized that not only Theo's technique but her own sword arts were shattered after that shout left her stunned—more precisely, unable to believe what had happened—prompting her to question what she had just witnessed.
"Never stop moving just because you're surprised, Erietta.
One Point, Nine Acupunctures Completed."
Wuuusssh!
Siiing—siing!
"That's the first lesson you should've never forgotten."
Dust swirled across the battlefield as energy from both sides still rumbled, creating a tension that was almost unbearable.
Theo Vkytor stood with perfect balance thanks to the Lu Core flowing through his body, remaining steady despite the impact of the earlier blows.
Without ever truly raising his sword, the subtle shifts of his posture revealed a hidden readiness—a stance designed to deceive the opponent about his next move.
In an instant, the sudden attack appeared, blending precision, speed, and focused internal energy, marking the execution of the One Point, Nine Acupunctures Completed Technique.
The assault shot forward with terrifying accuracy, each bright blue slash flowing like streams of structured, programmed light.
Caught off guard, Erietta's body could not evade, becoming the target of 27 slashes delivered in a single sweeping sequence.
Each strike was not mere physical force—it was the manifestation of energy refined through discipline, intuition, and persistence, all woven into the deadliest rhythm.
The battlefield trembled softly, wind spiraling wildly, leaves and branches scattering as the bright blue flashes reflected off the ground and stones, emphasizing the destruction imposed by the attack.
Theo controlled each movement with extraordinary precision, reading the rhythm of his opponent's body and exploiting every vulnerability arising from Erietta's moment of unpreparedness.
The blue slashes moved not only to overwhelm or injure, but to force the opponent to endure the pressure of energy that combined speed, power, and flawless control.
Each strike and trajectory formed part of a larger strategy, where dominance over the battlefield was achieved not merely through physical strength but through mastery of internal energy and perfectly calculated execution.
"I've lost, Master. At this point, I can't even stand anymore."
Bruuuk!
"At last, it's over."
Hooooh!
"Let me sit for a moment. My breathing is still a mess after all that."
Fragments of earth still drifted in the air as Erietta collapsed forward, kneeling on the hard ground like someone in a posture of deep supplication.
Several marks of blood trickled down, showing the vulnerable points struck by the devastating attack she had just endured.
The battlefield remained tense, even as the intensity of energy began to fade, because the awareness that the duel had reached its peak left a lingering psychological heaviness.
Theo Vkytor observed her carefully, assessing the results of every sequence that had taken place, understanding that victory was not only about defeating an opponent—but maintaining full control over rhythm and energy throughout the fight.
After ensuring that his opponent had surrendered, Theo moved with swift but elegant ease, lowering himself onto the ground with a quick motion.
Both hands rested behind him for support as his gaze rose toward the clear sky above.
This gesture was not merely rest—it was a display of self-control, showing that even in triumph, mastery over body and energy remained paramount.
Every muscle in Theo's frame appeared relaxed yet ready, as though the battlefield could shift again at any moment, and he needed to remain vigilant.
The world around him slowly calmed; the winds that once raged began to settle, granting the field a near-sacred stillness after the storm of power that had erupted.
Theo's eyes remained fixed on the sky, observing the play of light and shadow among the clouds—a moment of reflection amid the victory he had achieved.
His steady posture on the ground affirmed that mastery over energy and technique was not merely a means to defeat an opponent, but a way to compose oneself and the battlefield, reinforcing a dominion that reached far deeper.
To be continued…