Rebirth Of The Bastard Spirit Summoner

Chapter 47: [47] The Knight’s True Colours



At first, Stark had been able to keep up with Caylus.

He was getting badly neared, but he had managed to land a few blows of his own, even bruising his cheek at some point.

But now…

Stark felt like he would truly die.

When he had said, "Let's kick this up a notch," Stark never expected it to be by this much.

Caylus was fighting like a man possessed, his body a blur of motion as he darted from side to side, his movements difficult to predict.

Stark launched a wide blow, hoping it would give him time to regroup. But Caylus grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to himself.

Boom!

A nasty jab to the side of his face made Stark see stars for a moment, just before he pulled back and took a defensive stance.

Crack!

He felt his bones about to snap as he took a blow from Caylus, one that was far more intense than others thus far.

"Come on, don't tell me this is all you're worth?" the knight said, his voice slightly disappointed.

Stark drew back, managing to dodge a blow, then with a battle scream, he lunged forward.

He twisted his body to avoid a kick, jumped to the side as Caylus attempted to ram his shoulder into him, then forcefully spun—sending his elbow flying into the knight's chest.

Clang!

His steel armour groaned and dented, leaving a mark in the shape of his elbow.

Caylus might have been superior, but Stark was no weakling. He had ascended, strengthening his body and mind; his strength was no longer human.

They clashed once more, their fists doing all the talking as they made the entire area around them their battlefield.

Stark managed to lean back as a right hook cut past him and even managed to slither past the second attack, but the follow-up sent him into the air…

…A heavy kick to his gut that elevated him from the floor—followed by a blow that twisted his insides.

Bam!

Stark clenched his jaw as he was sent flying, stifling a groan. Caylus watched him for a second before speeding right at him, moving like a galloping carriage.

Still in the air, Stark lifted his hand up to guard himself as Caylus came upon him like a battle hardened titan.

Boom!

A powerful blow sent his body bouncing against the ground and rolling so fast that he nearly swallowed dirt.

But while he was still rolling, Caylus raced towards him and dragged his foot back—

Wham!

This time Stark could not hold back the groan as Caylus used his body like an improvised football. And the goal post?

The waypoint.

Crack!

His skull bounced against the indomitable rock, and for a second Stark was sure he had a concussion.

Darell hurried to the other side, completely uninterested in taking part in the fight but laughing at his misfortune.

"That's right, Caylus, finish him! No, leave him alive but break his limbs!"

At the sound of Darell's disgusting voice, Stark felt something rage within him, an anger that caused his blood to boil and his mind to reel.

A bloodlust so intense that everyone around them could taste it.

Darell almost choked and ran back, pulling out his sword in defence.

Fooosh!

As Chubby went to work healing his wounds, Stark felt something leave his soul and materialise in reality.

When he checked his waist, he noticed that his relic, Spirit Seeker, had appeared and was now hanging on his waist, wreathed in black flames.

He felt slightly stronger, a bit more powerful, and maybe faster?

But at the same time, he could feel his anger slowly hanging in a balance, unable to reach a particular extent.

It was as though the artifact was taking his rage and using it to fuel his body with strength.

"I guess I shouldn't wait any longer…"

Stark dug his hands into his shirt and pulled out a round pill, then swallowed it.

Fwoosh!

A wild green energy suddenly engulfed his body, pulsing with a bright glow similar to an aurora, just before it seeped into his flesh, glowing faintly from underneath his skin.

He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt his muscles contract and relax, and his tendons tighten.

It was a strength-boosting pill he had gotten from a witch just for the sake of this fight.

It would strengthen his body, but not without cost; that was why he had kept it for so long.

But now, he had to use everything he had.

Caylus raised a brow, not surprised nor impressed in the very least. As he walked towards him, his steps unhurried, Stark pulled out his crystal sword.

"Shall we take this to the next level?"

The knight shrugged. "You can do what you want, I'm not going to need my blade to defeat you—"

Swoosh!

Stark sprinted towards the knight and swung his blade straight at his neck. Caylus defended with his gauntlet, causing sparks to fly as the sword crashed into it.

But it was all a feint…

As for his real attack—

Boom!

A heavy blow from behind caused the metal of his armour to groan as he was knocked forward, right towards Stark's flying knee.

Crack!

Stark slammed his knee into the man's nose, applying so much force that he felt it crack underneath.

Caylus staggered, unsure of what had happened. All he saw was a slight blue glow that disappeared as quickly as it had come.

He braced himself as Stark came with another deadly swipe, this one from below, straight towards his family jewels.

He jumped back—or at least tried to, only to fail.

"What the fuck?"

Below him, what he could only describe as an infernal dire wolf had held on to his leg, its teeth grinding against his armour.

Bang!

Stark slammed the pommel of his blade into his shoulder, ripping off his shoulder guard, and then with swift movement, unhooked a dagger and dug it into his flesh.


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