NOVEL NEXT Chapter 107: Confront! 2
The myriad's sweat was dripping down from his forehead, the beating of his heartbeat rose considerably, and the fear of death overshadowed his already cloudy mind. The smell of blood and death played a lullaby through his ears and nose, eyes contracting in desperation, and the rapid inhale and exhale of air, grasping for every last vestige of remaining oxygen in the foul atmosphere.
Nevertheless, even though he was scared, he displayed bravery to its greatest peaks. He stayed and pointed his blade forward, firmly gripping the handle, never letting his muscles rest for even a single moment.
A ghoul came forward, about to attack him. The ghoul's eyes contracted, and its mouth was left agape as it charged in consideration of the forward blade, but its expectations were defied.
He moved the sword that was pointed in the front and moved it across in the air, twisting his wrist and pushing forward the sword's pommel, which he then slammed into the face of the ghoul in a pommel strike.
The ghoul had its face contorted and was knocked over onto the ground. The myriad, trying not to waste time, realigned his sword downward and plunged it deeply into the skull of the ghoul.
The skull cracked, and blood gushed out of its head like a dam bursting, dripping down and forming rivers that were absorbed into the mantle of the earth.
He pulled his blade back and swept it across the side with incredible speed to remove the stain of blood. He glanced toward the side and looked over to see that another ghoul was coming toward his front, which seemed a bit more agitated than the others, which would mean its reasoning was lower than the rest.
Remembering all the techniques he had known, he lowered himself and angled his blade upward, and when the ghoul was near enough, he thrust it forward and struck the lower chin of the ghoul. The blade penetrated deeply into the head and came out the other side, tarnishing the blade once again with a crimson hue.
The ghoul hung above the edge of the blade, and with slow, methodical breathing, he swayed the blade aside, and with it the ghoul came off and struck the ground hard, lifelessly.
His breathing became heavier as he aligned his body into proper position once again, standing straight with the blade pointed forward but angled upward. Upon looking over to his side, not one, not two, but dozens of myriads were struggling, fighting the continuous onslaught of the ghoulish army.
He breathed a heavy amount of air to let his muscles get enough oxygen, and after a second, he pressed forth. With his right foot first, followed by the left, and so on and forth, he continued, and his pace increased.
He got to the one nearest to him; with two hands, he raised his sword above head level, with the blade angled slightly back, and with the full force of his body weight, he drove down his blade with his right foot stepped forward.
In just the nick of time, before his fellow kind was about to be slashed, he was able to drive down the blade in an overhead strike at the shoulder of the ghoul. The ghoul, upon having its attack disrupted, let out a dominant roar.
He pulled the blade back, lowered himself, and drove the blade in an upward-angled thrust that penetrated deep into the back of the ghoul's head. The blood spilled onto the face of the fellow myriad, his eyes contracting and face contorting into that of despair.
He once again pulled the blade back, and the ghoul collapsed into the other myriad that had a thousand-yard stare. He had no time for such things, and so he went over to the side of the myriad and pulled him back up.
The myriad was unresponsive. Although he understood it, they were on the battlefield, and that was an entirely dangerous thing to do, and so he had no other choice but to slap the myriad hard.
The myriad snapped back into reality. With his eyes dilating back to their normal size, he looked at him with an apologetic facial expression, but he did not care, and so he let go of the traumatized myriad and continued forth.
He scanned his surroundings, his blade pointed forward and angled toward the sky. He breathed slowly when suddenly a ghoul came rushing toward him. He pulled his blade closer into a parry, but it was already too late.
He jumped over to the side and rolled onto the ground. In the process, he accidentally let go of his sword. He stopped and immediately went back up; then, he moved forward. The ghoul attacked with serious precision but made a mistake in its combos.
He took advantage of the mistake and immediately bent his knee and used it to strike the ghoul. The ghoul stumbled back, and he used the grace of time to dash toward the sword.
He went down on one knee and immediately grabbed the sword by its pommel and pulled it closer toward him. However, upon looking up, the ghoul had already leaped toward him and was about to land above him.
He wasted no time and immediately took advantage of his low position; he angled the blade upward and thrust it forward. It penetrated deep into its chest, coming out of the back. However, the brain was not damaged, and the ghoul continued attacking.
Using both of his hands, he swept the blade across, and so the chest was partially slashed by his sword. Once out, he immediately went for another angled upward thrust; this time it was pointed at the head.
The head was struck, its skull cracked, and the blood came out of the back and front like a fountain, spilling blood onto his face. He pulled the blade and removed the corpse from the edge.
He breathed a sigh of relief and glanced over the battlefield. It was becoming clear that they were going to lose, and so he had to find a way to assist further the hastily made myriad force.