Epic Of The Demonic Sage

Unlike Kiana who was unconfident about her accuracy, Lucius immediately watched the movements between Bordeaux and the Viscountess and then stepped in and slashed towards the Mad Blade.

Lucius’s timing was impeccable, Viscountess Blackshield had moved back at that exact moment to avoid Bordeaux’s blow, and this actually left an opening to the man’s side.

If it were not for Bordeaux’s boots that hastened his speed, sharpened senses or not, he might have gotten hit. He stepped back a little, a grin curled on his lips as he nodded at Asher.

“Was wondering when you’d join in, young lord!” Bordeaux called out.

Fights were supposed to be fast, quick and ended decisively with the least amount of conversation but somehow the Mad Blade was able to make it so that he could speak, prattle and annoy the ones he was fighting with while not even breaking a sweat.

“Viscountess, if I could assist you…” Lucius said, Wind Scar Sword in hand. He created a huge gust of wind that sent Bordeaux backward as he avoided the blow.

“It seems like I would require of it. We’ve been stalemating.” Viscountess Blackshield said with a quick cursory nod. “You already know how to work with me though, Young Lord Asher?”

“I won’t get in your way.” Lucius said as he kept his eyes on Bordeaux. ‘I’ve already managed to see how Viscountess Blackshield fights during our spar yesterday and I can at least more or less work with her effectively to bring this man down.’

“I’d expect more confidence from you, Young Lord Asher, but let’s go.” Viscountess charged forward towards Bordeaux, her shield once again changing to its tall height to counter the man.

“I like your sword, young lord! I’d love to get my hands on it. I’d have a four match artifact set that way!” Bordeaux chuckled when Lucius dove in.

The Mad Blade blocked Viscountess Blackshield’s shield with his dagger, exerting another showcase of strength, and then parried the Wind Scar Sword with his short sword.

Before Viscountess Blackshield attacked him with her baton, Bordeaux already moved to the left and spun out of the way and dealing another blow as he evaded.

Behind him, the attacks of the Inanis Guards continued to pummel against the barrier.

Lucius eyed the artifact that Bordeaux had, but it was too difficult to reach as the man guarded it well as he fought.

The fight continued on for some more time and somehow, despite Lucius and Viscountess Blackshield working together, they were still being stalemated.

‘I thought we were on even grounds… but he is fighting both me and Young Lord Asher at the same time now and he’s doing so almost effortlessly.’ Viscountess Blackshield thought with annoyance. ‘I need to use the full extent of my gift… but I’d rather not reveal all the cards I have with me.’

“Viscountess, are you alright?” Lucius asked as he sent several slashes of Wind Scars towards Bordeaux’s way to keep the man a distance away from them. He had noticed the frustration on the Viscountess’s face and wondered if her stamina was down.

‘We’ve been fighting for too long now and Bordeaux doesn’t even seem to be getting winded down.’ Lucius thought. ‘Whatever the reason for his strength, he still needs to be dealt with in one blow and with something unexpected.’

And it was true.

The series of attacks from the Wind Scar Sword was akin to Lucius’s trump card and it should have dealt debilitating blows to Bordeaux and pushed him back.

Unfortunately, instead of pushing him back, it only egged the Mad Blade to move forward, dodging and evading most of the winds, taking the others fully on with his armor, a flurry on his own as he shouted.

“Eyes on me, young lord!” Bordeaux had a wide and mad grin on his face. Finally, finally, after so long… he raised his shortsword to catch the young man offguard.

Viscountess Blackshield’s eyes widened and she leapt towards Asher to intercept the blow. She raised her shield to block it, but the expression on Mad Blade’s face turned to fury and he blocked the shield with the shortsword and then attacked once more with the dagger, cutting across Viscountess Blackshield’s baton arm.

He let out a tsk as he jumped back and eyed the blood on Viscountess’s arm. The shield had been effectively blocking him wherever he tried to hit her, but it seemed like as long as one weapon touched the shield, she couldn’t teleport it to another area.

Viscountess Blackshield’s face also crumpled into anger and she shook at being struck.

‘To have been struck at this time when everywhere else I was untouchable… I won’t let this happen again. Damn hiding my full strength!’

All of a sudden though, three figures suddenly dropped from above. They had come from the rooftops and pierced down into the barrier in one go.

One of them effectively dropped atop Bordeaux’s head, slamming hard and making the man collapse onto the street.

Before Bordeaux could pick himself up, cursing and disoriented, the three figures immediately apprehend him.

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Their appearance was unnerving and uncomfortable but Viscountess Blackshield’s eyes widened.

“This is…”

“The Masked Legion mercenary group.” Lucius said behind her. Bordeaux lunged and shouted, his head was bleeding profusely and yet he wasn’t even going down yet, enraged and furious, the adrenaline was an additional strength.

Lucius quickly glanced at one of the Lost, it was his latest subject. It was the man with the Drain Life skill and he quickly approached Bordeaux.

“ARGH!” Bordeaux shouted as he felt his stamina drain away. He tried to fight back and free himself, animalistic grunts escaping him but then all of his strength vanishes and he passed out. His body became limp and the Lost immediately bound him further.

“Is he dead?” the Viscountess asked.

Lucius shook his head. “No.”

Viscountess Blackshield’s anger returned and she stepped towards Bordeaux, blood boiling, before she ground her teeth and restrained herself.