Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 702 - Perfect

702: Perfect

702: Perfect

“I see” Alielil didn’t seem to catch on to the fact that Maliah was already laughing at her own words, possibly because the elite did not comprehend to concept of joking, or perhaps due to being too focused, as the blonde used Siften Steppe a total of five times in rapid succession, even Bilistam who had prided himself on his mastery of this particular technique would look like a beginner next to this.

Abilities of this peculiar way of power seemed to consume soule energy, at least when in use by the people of this realm, but Alielil was so refined with it, that not only did it not consume more than a drop, but the energy shift, or spark that normally arose when one wielded any sort of energy was hardly perceptible, making it appear like she was just that fast naturally and difficult to track down.

Especially as she used it repeatedly, swinging in between the minuscule interval between each of the usages, she still somehow found herself clashing blades with Maliah, who didn’t seem too impressed by the display.

The assassin’s expression went from a manic smile to one of mild focus, though it wouldn’t be right to trust in what showed up on her face, The Death Dealer’s intent was hard to read by simple virtue of her being an assassin of incredible calibre, however, the fact that she was most certainly utterly mad in the head also made trying to read her a fool’s errand, there was firm split between the analytical killer and the free-spirited butcher, and telling which aspect of her would be making the next move wasn’t possible.

As such, Alielil could only stay on her guard and act like the enemy was totally unpredictable at all times, one didn’t need to understand their opponent to kill them, it was only needed to stab them in a vital area, or bleed them until death.

The elite, specialised in the second option.

Their two jians continuously clashed amidst the flurry of attacks, but Alielil was purposefully aimed for Maliah’s word, the reason being obvious as the stolen soul weapon cracked.

Breaking soul weapons or beasts, be they manifested or bound was normally difficult, especially for fighters that didn’t focus on pure, brute strength… But that was because the wielder always provided energy to repair or heal any damage that was being done.

Maliah wasn’t even a user of any ways of power to be found within this realm, and her sword was seized from someone else too, so under the repeated blows of Alielil’s reflective jian, it gave way and shattered, disappearing into a blast of blue sparks, returned to its true owner.

Without hesitation, the elite slashed at the assassin, Maliah’s excitement seemed renewed by the loss of her only weapon, and with both palms, caught the blade mid-swing, stopping it right in its track, trying to snap it in half.

The blade was called away by its user, and the assassin was caught by surprise as the pressure she was trying to inflict on the weapon no longer had any target and her hands went suddenly pulled in opposite direction, like if one had pulled as hard they could on a rope and broken it without realising and maintained their strength.

Alielil had no time to recall her blade in time before the occasion was lost, so she instead punched The Death Dealer right across the face, pushing her away whilst the elite re-summoned her blade, still maintaining the first step despite it all and looked down at her knuckles.

They were turning blue like she had just struck something too hard.

‘Her body is much tougher than it looks…’

It was obvious that Maliah was strong, but that sheer durability was unexpected.

‘Is she not going as fast or striking as strongly as possible?’ wondering if her opponent had been playing a trick since the start and had actually been holding back to gather information before going in for real, Alielil moved again anyway.

Rapidly swinging forth and making sure to avoid having her strike caught again, but had to not get too much on the offensive as Maliah’s way of fighting changed completely, although different from anything she was used to, the way the assassin had wielded the jian had been refined, so naturally, one would expect at least some of that to carry over to how she fought barehanded.

But that was absolutely wrong, Maliah clawed and reached for the elite, trying to tear her apart as she didn’t stop attacking, kicks and punches rained down with very little semblance of thought behind them as she let herself be carried by the momentum of each strike, like a rabid beast without any sense of distances, that would just thrash their way to you with the same intensity until they were either dead or too exhausted to move.

The roof of the main building suffered some damage with every strike, beginning to partly collapse in certain areas, leaving a trail that clearly showed where they had clashed as Alielil did not remain in one spot, preferring to not take this fight onto one of the floors below.

Evading another attempt to grab her, the elite rapidly swung down at Maliah’s face, but intentionally diverted her own strike, instead pointed one finger forward, and without a word, used Boult at close range, which was not dodged, the energy bullet instead pushed straight out of the air with naught but force.

Alielil hadn’t expected the assassin to just go and swing at something she had no idea the power of, but that was still enough as an opening, and at last, her blade reached its targets, landing a small cut on The Death Dealer’s left shoulder.

At first, it didn’t seem like anything special happened as the mirror-like blade made contact, but Maliah was immediately aware that an additional cut appeared, manifesting upon her right shoulder, perfectly symmetrical with the other, inflicted the same exact damage, bleeding and even tearing through her cloth as well.

‘I see, that’s a nice ability’

Alielil’s first step of her soul sword granted this weapon the ability to perfectly mirror all inflicted wounds with immaculate symmetry, essentially granting a free hit for every hit that landed.

The blonde’s wide open, pale blue eyes stared intently as the two injuries closed at a visible rate without bleeding as much as was hoped.

“What sort of creature are you?”

The elite spoke, but did not expect any answer and instead surged forward again, just in time as Malia switched fighting style entirely, going from a primale, beast-like style to a much more technical one, starting by going close to the ground, basically flattening herself completely against it and sweep at Alielil’s legs before rising up.

Both women suddenly pulled back however, as a massive blast of soul energy landed right atop the main building, coming directly from the bone-lotus in the distance, who seemed to be intentionally aiming for the elites.

‘Is no one around to occupy it at all anymore?’ the blonde couldn’t allow herself to question this however, there was no running from a fight with The Death Dealer.