Two figures raced at breakneck speed, clashing rapidly through the hall littered with bloody corpses and banyan roots, moving too fast for the naked eye to follow.
Both were Non-Human Existences, their speed beyond what ordinary eyes could track. Every collision, every brutal exchange... wreaked terrifying damage upon their surroundings.
The stone structures around them rapidly crumbled, while the banyan roots, tough as steel, snapped inch by inch.
At last, a crimson figure emerged.
Bokin Soren's fingernails elongated, veins bulging across the backs of his hands as though they had become beast claws, slashing toward Aaron's chest.
Bang!
Aaron raised his sword to block. The Cane Sword in his hand was caught by Bokin, who twisted it a few times with ease, turning it into a twisted coil before casually tossing it aside.
Aaron retreated over ten meters amid a cloud of blood mist. The clothes over his chest fluttered away in scraps, exposing fair, smooth skin.
He looked at the utterly ruined Cane Sword and sighed. "As expected... I'm not a true Crimson Noble, after all. And you've even bestowed yourself with a 'Law'..."
The 'Law' on his opponent was likely similar to the original curse of the Crying Blade. Once a wound appeared on Aaron's body, he would bleed without end until he died!
What was more, anyone who remembered the wound would be struck by the curse as well, wounds appearing on their bodies and bleeding continuously!
"Your Path... what exactly is it?"
Bokin Soren's voice was hoarse.
"Take a guess!"
Aaron drew a deep breath. The Furnace Heart within him expanded and contracted without cease... unleashing astonishing kinetic force.
Porcelain-like crack patterns surfaced across his body, as though golden-red magma flowed beneath them.
Pure white flames burned around him, making his entire body resemble a massive