Chapter 1049 The Third vs The Seer (2)
Chapter 1049 The Third vs The Seer (2)
Flunra took a glimpse of what was happening on his back and was taken aback.
His jaw was on the floor at the sight of Dorlus on the other side, covered in bloodied wounds while Kyran stood unscathed on his spot. Flunra had heard that the fight had begun, but he had not anticipated this unexpected outcome.
‘I can’t believe it… was he able to drive Dorlus back?’ He questioned in disbelief.
Everything in his mind was jumbled for a second.
Surely, he recognized that Kyran had changed from the moment Flunra laid eyes on him.
It was evident that there was an explicit air around Kyran that indicated his change, almost as if he had become a completely different person. Not a trace of his usual demeanor was there to see, there was no childish feeling to him anymore.
Kyran had matured in the span of a month or so, which was unbelievable.
But now that Flunra saw what he did to Dorlus, it seemed his combat prowess also changed.
None knows what Kyran had endured in the Ice Realm.
From the moment that he was rendered into eternal slumber under the Ice and Snow Moon’s power, he was thrust into a world of violence, forced to be an entertainment for Iseldra in her gladiatorial pit.
Conditions inside the Ice Realm were also determined in a hierarchical manner.
Only the winner gets a better treatment.
In the beginning, Kyran found himself ensnared within the coldest part of the Ice Realm, a place so cold it induced uncontrollable shivers even in a Werewolf like him. He heard that Werewolves that were trapped in the grasp of eternal slumber have the possibility of dying.
Now he knows that the Werewolves that died were the losers in the Ice Realm.
Stuck in the coldest part, death was already nearby for them.
However, Kyran didn’t succumb to that fate and rose through the ranks with his own power.
All the time he was stuck in the Ice Realm, time passed by in a blur.
Kyran had lost track of how many sunrises he had seen inside the Ice Realm, but he was sure that he was stuck there for years. Conservatively, he might be stuck there from somewhere around thirty to fifty years.
Maybe his body remained that of a kid, but his mental journey was long and painful.
Naturally, he became a changed man after that.
Furthermore, the myriad battles he had endured against formidable adversaries within the confines of the Ice Realm which he won, and suffering horrifying injuries he would need to sustain in solitude inside his cage was akin to intense regiment for him.
Every aspect of his being was honed to a terrifying degree.
Battling all those Werewolves helped him perfect his fighting style and battle instincts, the injuries he suffered and unattended made his regenerative ability stronger, and the time he spent training for the fight increased his mastery over his energy.
It was the most hazardous time of his life.
His desire for survival was tested numerous times through violent approaches.
With each passing day, Kyran’s belief that Rex would somehow be able to get him out of the Ice Realm dwindled. But still, the burden of guilt stemming from the mistakes he had made, burdening Rex with additional troubles, remained steadfast within him.
Only the drive of guilt kept the fire of survival burning inside of him.
Had not it been for that, Kyran would’ve surrendered his life, and been killed already.
Suffering is the only path that leads to more power.
Rex had shown that to be true.
Due to the suffering he felt for tens of years, it was obvious that Kyran had become stronger.
Not a trace of his past self remained inside of him.
Any weaknesses and naivety have been cleansed from every fiber of his being.
Like a ferocious tiger, Kyran’s eyes flickered with immeasurable killing intent before he made a quick dash to resume the fight between him and Dorlus. In the next instant, the two were locked in a fierce battle to the death.
Kyran’s strikes were flawless and strong, his movements became as fluid as water.
It gave Dorlus a hard time to properly match his speed.
Not because Kyran was faster, but because his attacks were reinforced and scarily effective.
Crack!
Just earlier, Kyran came attacking him with a method that easily counters his insight ability.
Since this is the first time the two clashed, it was unnatural for Kyran to be able to devise a method like that without knowing Dorlus’ power first. ‘His hearing is his strongest point, the sense of hearing made him this sensitive’
Dorlus already ruled his other senses from the equation.
He could easily rule out the sense of smell, touch, and taste, leaving only hearing and sight.
Based on the fact that Kyran seemed to be angry, although he hid it very well—when he saw the state Adhara was in, Dorlus could also eliminate the sense of sight. If Kyran had watched the fight from the sideline, then he would’ve intervened before Adhara was hit by the lethal blow from Dorlus.
Thus, hearing was the only sense left.
In a fight between Werewolves, Dorlus know the importance of crippling his opponents.
Due to how feral and durable Werewolves are, it was not rare to see a fight between them lasting hours or even days. Dorlus, understanding this, honed the strategy of targeting his opponents’ senses to end the fight faster.
He shouldn’t come in for the kill instantly.
Preferably, he would aim at the eyes, nose, or ears to make the fight easier to finish.
Swoosh!
Splash!
Dorlus’ expression contorted as while he was pondering, Kyran didn’t sit idle and gauged out one of his eyes. He smirked savagely with Dorlus’ left eye in his hand, and without hesitation, he crushed the eye.
Knowing to target the senses, Dorlus gritted his teeth as he glared at Kyran in immense fury.
‘Grr! He’s also accustomed to fighting Werewolves!’ Dorlus screamed inwardly.
Exactly like him, Kyran also knows what to target.
Roarr!!
Disregarding anything around them, the battle was destructive and covered a lot of ground.
Shards of dark blue ice and cracks started to increase in number.
Both of them moved from left to right and returned to their original spots while still swapping blows. From an onlooker’s perspective, their movement was like a blur. It was as if they were teleporting across the entire place.
Amidst the fight, Kyran was smiling inwardly.
It was his plan to lure Dorlus into a fight, making him forget what Flunra was doing.
Kyran was aware that the Werewolf he was fighting was powerful, but this also meant that pride played a significant role in Dorlus’ demeanor. Provoking him through an act of mockery should be enough to anger him, and force him to forget what he came here to do.
With helping Adhara earlier and taking an eye, Dorlus has taken the bait.
Boom!
Boom!
Crash!
Dodging a straight punch from Dorlus, Kyran was about to counterattack.
But as he was about to do that, his senses were sending danger signals to his brain, forcing him to look to the side. His pupils dilated seeing a gathering of kingly energy located at the tip of Dorlus’ fingers.
Realizing what Dorlus was doing, Kyran threw his body sideways.
He did that in the nick of time as a series of blue beams were shot from Dorlus’ fingertips.
If he hadn’t moved out of the way, his right ear would’ve been struck by it.
Contorting his torso, Kyran grunted as he delivered a perfect roundhouse kick while he was still in mid-air. A frown creased his face as he swung his legs in full force, only to be grabbed by Dorlus’ sharp claws.
A couple of minutes had passed as the two battled.
And in that couple of minutes, Kyran has never made a single mistake, until now.
“I admit, your control over your moonlight energy is very high, even higher than mine. But you using it with precise control to mask your next attack while simultaneously fighting, it’s tiring, isn’t it?” Dorlus smiled maniacally.
Kyran might be able to bypass his foresight ability, but this also causes him to fatigue faster.
Only a couple of minutes and he was already slipping.
“I can slowly sense your attack, you’re getting tired,” Stumbling across Kyran’s weakness, Dorlus’ eyes flickered with malicious intent as his grin spread ear to ear. He could feel that the tide of the fight was shifting towards him. “You’re in trouble now…”