I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 1381  Judgment’s Stubbornness Knows No Bounds

Judgment was bleeding all over her face. She had just been knocked down yet again but it was not in character for her to stay down at this point.

Despite th fact that her thin, almost white legs were trembling, she was still pushing herself up.

Jerimoth gave her an uncomfortable look.

“This is getting too much for you. How about you retreat? At least you will be able to get some treatment quickly and still save yourself.”

Jerimoth himself who was talking wasn’t without his own scars. He looked equally worse for wear. The difference was that his body seemed built for the injuries across them while for Judgment, it looked completely foreign.

Moreover, it wasn’t like the daughter of the Vallithian tribe had ever taken a compound of wounds to this grave.

But still, she was grinning.

“Am I complaining? I’m not complaining so I don’t need you to complain for me.”

She spread her blood teeth even wider and gave him a thumbs up.

“Let us beat each other to death.”

Jerimoth felt revolted by her. He had met battle crazed people. A few of them, he had not met a feminine one though, and one so small nonetheless.

His major problem with Jerimoth was the fact that she seemed very foreign to battle. He could tell that if it wasn’t for her flight abilities and her talent, he would have destroyed her a long time ago.

But she was stubborn. She wasn’t gaining the upper hand, he was wrecking the shit out of her but she was stubborn.

She kept stubbornly standing back up and now, Jerimoth was getting slightly uncomfortable by it.

He didn’t want to have to kill her. He wished she would prioritize her life first and run away so he could assist his captain.

Jerimoth continued to stare at Judgment laughing like an insane person then he suddenly realized something.

The thought made his gaze darken with anger.

“Ah, I see… so that’s what it is then?”

Judgment froze for a moment, tilting her head.

“Huh? What is…?”

Jerimoth gritted his teeth as he glared at Judgment.

“You just don’t value your life, is that is? You don’t care whether you live or die?!”

He shouted at Judgment, jabbing his finger at her.

Judgment meanwhile stood in shock and blinked, wondering when they went from fighting to character discovery.

“Of all that disgusts me, people who do not value their life take the number three spot!!”

He stepped forward, truly boiling.

“You don’t understand the essence of life do you. I gave you as many chance to run away as I could but you still say no… do you know how many comrades I have bonded with and watched them die in battle…”

He briefly turned his darkened gaze towards the battlefield.

“How many become food for the commander’s strength. Except Jeyila and me, there are no true members of the Nightblood Legion… it’s just us three. The rest… are all just resources, but they never know it.”

His voice shook.

“They laugh, they play, they enjoy each other’s company and look forward to meeting their family every day… while I work so hard… so that we will never have to need the commander on the battlefield. Because I understand that these people value their lives so much… and are people who once wished to go back up…”

His shoulders trembled again.

“Perhaps, if we could find people like you who had no use for their life and still throw themselves into a losing battle with no respect for the concept of retreating to reunite with your loved ones. If we could get more people like you perhaps… I will have a little less work to do… but no!!!”

His face burned red now.

“You bastards only show up as my opponents!! In fact, I’m changing the ranking now, it’s top two now!!”

He gripped his greatsword with both arms, settling into a stance that angled the sword backward.

“You want death so bad? Then allow me to give it to you.”

Judgment meanwhile was confused for a long while. The moment he settled into his stance, she regained her vile grin, as if deciding to skip over the terms and condition and just click accept.

“Yes! Bring it on!!! What were you then blabbing all for?”

She twisted her spear of light in the air and both of them vanished, shooting forward with immense speed that parted the air.

They met and it was the breaking of a thunderous and completely terrible sound.

The greatsword and the spear of light crashed together and the shockwave ripped the ground beneath their feet into loose fragments. Stone chips flew outward. Dust blasted in every direction.

Jerimoth bore down with the full weight of his blade, the mark shifting mid-swing from weightless to double, and the sudden force buckled Judgment’s guard. Her arms folded and her knees hit the ground. Blood sprayed from her mouth and splattered against his chestplate.

But the spear didn’t break.

Judgment’s tentacles lashed out from behind her, both of them, snaking around the greatsword’s blade and wrenching it sideways. Jerimoth’s grip held but his footing didn’t. He stumbled a half step and Judgment exploded upward from her knees, driving the blunt end of one spear half into his jaw.

His head snapped back. The obsidian helmet absorbed most of the impact but she’d hit the seam beneath the chin guard and his teeth clacked together hard enough that he tasted copper.

Judgment didn’t stop, she couldn’t afford to.

She spun and drove the sharp end of the other spear half at his throat. Jerimoth caught it with his gauntlet, the tip scraping a thin white line across the metal, and he twisted his wrist to wrench her forward. She stumbled into his reach and he headbutted her.

The bridge of her nose cracked.

Her vision blurred white for a full second. She felt herself falling backward and forced her wings out. The burst of light caught Jerimoth off guard and she used the momentum to rocket herself away, trailing blood from her nose in a thin red line through the air.

She landed badly. One knee buckled and she ate dirt, rolling twice before catching herself in a crouch.

Blood was running freely down her face now. It dripped from her chin and dotted the broken stone beneath her. Her nose was wrong. She could feel that much even without seeing it.

She wiped her face with the back of her forearm. The smear was dark and wide.

Then she laughed.

It was a short, cracked sound, wet with blood, and it carried across the ruined distance between them.

“That’s more like it.”