Nameless King

"Oh, is it just me, or does that sword look something like yours?" Sven smirked, glaring at Wain, who was intently watching the fight with his arms crossed on his chest.

Wain raised an eyebrow, "Hm? Are you talking about Gladius?"

Sven nodded silently.

"Yeah, that amazing, indestructible sword that Nameless King himself fights with. A true legend among weapons. If mind weapons had their own society, he'd be king, that's for sure." Sven said with a slight smile.

Wain shrugged, "Maybe, I can't be completely sure of that. However, you're wrong. For one thing, Gael's sword is just a form of his black ash, not a weapon. Second, Gladius and Gael's black ash have different purposes. Gladius is my partner and increases my strength, while the black ash is simply designed to bring only death."

Marlis nodded, "Yeah, I feel that way too. If Gael has the opportunity, he will actually kill Ereg. To be honest it's a bit scary. Their fight hasn't been that serious yet. It's like they're no longer friends now, and it's tense."

Osvald smirked, "Hah, did it matter to you? I thought you didn't care which one won, didn't you?"

Marlis frowned as she puffed up her cheeks, "I'm just commenting on what's going on! Nothing more!"

Sven put his hand on her shoulder, "There's no need to swear. After all, it's only memories and we can't influence anything. In fact, not even Liang, Nitra, and Alucard are capable of doing so. All we can do is just watch and hope that this fight has an ending that suits everyone if that's possible."

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Ereg's aura grew rapidly as energy gathered around his feet.

In the next moment, he tore forward, quickly turning into a green flash. It only took him a fraction of a second to reach Gael, who like last time didn't have time to react.

'Hah, Gael, you proved to be too arrogant. Don't blame me, but this is the end of our fight. You should have used your last scars to keep up with my moves.' Ereg muttered internally, clenching his fist tightly that was ready to sink into Gael's stomach.

'If you had done that, we would have had another round, and maybe we would have had to use our Forms. But... you decided that your ash could surpass a power that even I feared.

Ereg attacked as he made his final move, coming to a close enough distance from Gael.

However, it was at that moment that Ereg felt a strange pressure on him, and his movements slowed down.

Gael began to move, and his sword, like a harbinger of death, quickly headed straight for Ereg, appearing slightly faster than Ereg's fist.

Whoooooooooooooosh.

The thin blade went through Ereg's shoulder, releasing a torrent of blood that filled the whole place like crimson rain.

Ereg was surprised, but he wasn't going to stop there, for he needed a split second to make his attack.

However, when his fist should have hit its target, Gael simply stepped aside, allowing Ereg's hand to sweep right in front of him.

"Agh...?" Ereg's eyes went wide in disbelief. He didn't understand what was happening or how Gael was able to move so fast.

"Surprised? Well, you should have been more careful, because moving so slowly in front of your opponent is a big mistake." Gael muttered in a calm voice before stepping forward.

Before Ereg could even blink, Gael's palm came down on his broad chest.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

A shudder went through Ereg's body, making him shiver and feel intense pain. Then, several shock waves with wind rings appeared, sending ripples all around.

The impact threw Ereg like a projectile dozens of meters back. Because of the smoothness and directness of the impact, a wind tunnel was created, through which Ereg flew straight to the other end of the arena, crashing into the wall of the colosseum.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

A multitude of cracks spread across the stones, nearly destroying part of the colosseum.

"Your speed is impressive, but only to someone like me, or rather... it's amazing for a living organism. Death has its own way of looking at time. Time runs differently for such an ephemeral entity, for if we are always trying to catch up with time, time is trying to catch up with death." Gael uttered, pointing his sword at Ereg.

Then, Gael took a step forward, and together with his aura, he was right in front of Ereg, who was just now recovering from the shock of Gael's powerful attack.

However, Gael had already attacked again, raising his black sword high.

The only thing Ereg had time for was to put his hands forward and create a dense shield out of energy.

Crackle.

Ereg was able to successfully clamp Gael's sword between his palms, while the energy barrier hastily absorbed the momentum of Gael's attack, but it wasn't Gael's main strength.

"You always use pure power, but what if I told you that you can accomplish the same thing with magic?" Gael uttered before removing one hand from the hilt of the sword and striking the sword blade with his palm.

Thus, Gael threw out a powerful pulse at Ereg that like a stream of black aura descended upon him.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

Ereg was unable to block this attack or absorb all the energy, so the power of the attack traveled through his body and collapsed against the wall of the Colosseum.

The white runes shone brightly, but it was not enough to absorb all the damage, so after a few seconds, Ereg broke through the wall with his body and flew out.

Liang's eyes went wide, as he was sure that after he strengthened the colosseum with his energy, breaking it was impossible. However, that was exactly what had happened now, and it was unknown whether the colosseum could be repaired after such a thing.

"Damn... That was strong..." Nitra muttered with a raised eyebrow, "How much ability do those two have anyway? I'm starting to envy them..."