Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Chapter 353 The Art Of Battle (5)

Chapter 353

It was an amazing sight to behold, amazingly gruesome. Raith was keeping up with a monster by sheer senses alone, without help from any externalities. Of course, with god’s eyes continually active, pieces of information sucked into his left eye at twinkling speeds, coupled with thoughts acceleration, he instantaneously came to conclusions he would have reached in a few seconds.

The scenery that unfurled between the two had become a terrain to the insanity of two monsters, it was unbelievable that this was a hunter hunting a monster. They seemed like two abominables battling to devour each other.

Raith’s swords multiplied and flew around in a coordinated pattern, seemingly uncoordinated at first glance, but all that irregular pattern was to lure the monster into one moment of confusion, with two swords in Raith’s hands actively arching slashes at the monster, and the swords attack from all side, the monster had a lot to be aware of.

Although it didn’t seem to be struggling in any way. Six hands were more than enough for it to keep them deflected, plus even when they did get through his defense, the swords were deflected by his metallic skin, sending sparks afloat.

Raith swung in from below, spinning his sword along with his body, aiming to separate the monster’s lower body from its upper as its six hands were preoccupied with the tens of swords even increasing in number.

The monster without looking at him, raised its knee. Immediately, Raith forced his body to shoot backward, avoiding the knee jab that would have broken his head should he charge in thoughtless. In that momentary movement, he hurled his sword at the monster’s knee.

He wasn’t expecting much from the sword, what he had just expected was that it would be deflected and that was supposed to earn him another few seconds to reroute his attack. Never in the world did Raith expect that the sword would wedge itself into the monster’s knee. 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝙚𝙖𝙙.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Letting out a scream, that sent out an aura of destruction, shattering the numerous swords that relentlessly danced around it. The monster stumbled back, black blood dripping from its knee with a black blade lodged into its knee, protruding from the other side.

The monster groaned, grounding its teeth, it grabbed the sword and pulled it out, flinging the sword away, it spun into the embrace of the blue sky.

Raith, shocked by what just happened found his eyes glimming with glee.

‘So the bastard had a weakness after all.’ A smile curled out of his lips.

[So it seems]

[This makes a lot of things easier]

‘It does right? I know right’

Raith responded with a delightful tune to his internal dialogue or monologue.

[It is time for us to use our Trump card]

“Trump card? We had something like that!”

[Yes, watch out!]

Omnisavant monotonous voice saved him in the nick of time. The monster swatted at him leaving mirages of itself as it transversed across the damned landscape in matters of millisecond, clasping its grip at Raith, threatening to crush his face with an insurmountable force.

Raith tilted his entire body to the ground, almost falling on his back, but he used the momentum to weakly launch a kick at the monster. But that was a big mistake.

The monster wrenched a blow into his leg, and Raith’s painful scream was preceded by a sickening crunch. There was no way he would have held the pain, he felt his bone shatter in his legs.

His entire plan was disembodied at that moment, he was slammed to the ground by the attack. He didn’t need to be told before realizing the kick was a bad call from him. He didn’t think it through.

There was not enough time, there was no way he would have been able to put enough strength into the kick, apart from that, it left his legs vulnerable to destruction. Because he had no time to retrieve his legs. Moreso, he underestimated the speed of the monster.

In the little time it would have taken Raith to helplessly fall to the ground the monstrous monk assised the fall, slamming his palm viciously onto Raith’s chest, causing the impact of the fall to be even more tremendous, exploding a surge of debris around. Before Raith had the time to grieve the pain that shot through his entire body, the monstrosity grabbed his neck.

His hands clenched tightly on Raith’s neck, he darted forward, hauling Raith along and terrifyingly scratching his back against the ground.

Then he lifted Raith’s helpless body, a wide grin on his face.

“You showed an impressive potential. For a minute, I thought I was going to lose to you. How unthinkable!!” He giggled wickedly, slowly tightening his grip around Raith’s neck.

His face, however, came to a taciturn frown when he saw the expression on Raith’s face.

“What is funny?” He asked.

Raith still keeping a remnant of his downgrading laughter, struggled to speak.

“Why… are you… in such a hurry?’

The monk’s brow furrowed. His experience with Raith within a few minutes of meeting him has informed him that he needn’t underestimate this young man. Raith has displayed a level of strength that even caused him to reveal the art of his extra hands. And still, he had not managed to get the upper ground.

The only openings he could get were the ones that were left by the gap left by Raith’s inexperience in the meaning of battle art. Unlike himself who had been thoroughly taught the monastic way of battle, Raith does not have deep knowledge about fighting, and that greatly affected him, even though he amazingly made up for it with the astonishing experience he had gathered.

But that was not enough against a monstrosity like this.

“What more could you have up your sleeve? Why don’t you just give up and die.” As the monster spoke, the rest of his hand began to move, folding into a punch, and they pulled back. All five hands were ready to belay a horrible punch into Raith’s chest.

[Are you sure about this?]

‘What other choice do we have? As much as I’ll regret this. It seems to be the only way forward right now.”

[Alright]

[Activating Greedbourne skill…]

[Fortune Frenzy]

[Your abilities will be temporarily enhanced based on your current wealth. When the value of your wealth reaches zero, the skill will end]

Right at that instance, Raith began to feel an evident change in himself, the strange surge of power that rushed into his system was a perfect explanation. He could feel his muscles waxing even stronger.

WHAM!

The monster’s marauding blow reverberated with a vibration that rippled through the air, threatening to tear its fabrics.

The blow was…perhaps enough to tear asunder any flesh. Because even though it only seemed to have happened once, the monster embedded five different punches, in a single one. Raith felt the pain batter his bones. Of course, now it was easier to deal with because it happened just when he had used an exclusive skill of GREED which he was so skeptical about from the beginning because he didn’t want to lose his wealth.

The monster quickly withdrew its hand from Raith’s neck, jumping away the moment it saw that his opponent did not sustain any reasonable damage. Instead, his fabrics seem to have sustained the damage itself, no single tear could be seen on it.

The monster wore a confused look as he investigated Raith’s body, baffled. That was the best of its punch.

He was very right to be cautious but what more tricks does this lane human have?

The monster gritted its teeth, its hand making several arcs as they all came together to take a prayer pose, each joined in two as if they were praying, a pair was raised, and the other pair was turned down.

“I will destroy you in this place today!!” The monster screamed and flashed away, skimming through the air with its hands prepared to wreak a deadly severing attack.

But Raith stood there, a blank stare at the monster, his eyes were void and focused on the monster as it came to him.

Whish!

Raith disappeared from where he was, like lightning, he zapped into the air, appearing above the monster, and slammed an elbow into it before it could react. The monster caught in bewilderment did not even get the chance to express shock before its body reeled into the ground, leaving a massive, webbed-cracked dent into the ground.

Raith slammed his feet into the point where the monster had fallen, creating a violent breeze of debris that scattered in a circular pattern in that instance.

The monster coughed out black blood, a frown creased on his brows as he visibly struggled with pain. Raith’s power had grown significantly much.

“Hell…have you been hiding your power all this while…?”

Raith looked at his hand, raising an eyebrow.

‘What? I can feel the strength leaving my body, don’t tell me that’s it’

[I did not make this rule. It is the rule of GREED that you have, what did you expect]

Raith had been so distracted that he forgot that he was dealing with a primordial evil, a personality of greed that was the first of its kind, it would rid him of every single valuable he possessed and demand that he shamelessly hunt for more.

There was no time to waste, if this was what would happen, then he needed to finish this.

He lowered his body and raised the monster with the last of his strength that was currently leaving his body.

[You are using GREED GRASP on this target]