Chapter 258: Defeated

The last chain was shaking violently. Wain could feel it clearly. He was puzzled by what had happened, but he had no time to think about it. He had to fight and win. He had no other choice. Either he or the wyvern would die.

Wain tried once more to bite the wyvern or slash its flesh, but the beast was no longer going to stand for it. The wyvern jerked its neck sharply, and Wain flew aside a few dozen meters with his sword.

He fell into a massive drift of snow, which slowly began to turn red because of Wain's bleeding wound. He should have gotten up and attacked the wyvern again, but Wain was lying on the ground. 

Even the fact that the beast was slowly approaching him did not make him budge.

The reason was that when he fell to the ground, he felt, to his surprise, a strange and pleasant chill penetrating him. 

The feeling reminded him of when he had rested in the Ice Lake. That was when the first of the seven chains of the Cursed Swordsman had been broken. Of course, Wain didn't know that, but the feeling was familiar to him.

Crackle.

The last chain began to collapse, the temperature around Wain dropped significantly, and he began to freeze. Even though Wain could easily be in the Ice Lake for hours and feel fine, he was now very cold. This cold was affecting his body as well as his soul.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

The wyvern slowly approached Wain, shaking the ground with every step. Wain saw it, and he wanted to run, but he could not. He had to wait for the last chain to collapse, that would be the key. Wain could not miss such an opportunity.

When the wyvern almost reached Wain and was ready to attack, the amount of icy energy reached the right point. The last chain shattered into many shards, and then the world paused.

Wain felt as if everything had slowed down a million times. The paw of the wyvern that it had lifted and was about to bring down on Wain was leisurely heading toward him.

Whoooooosh.

His eyes became as deep as an abyss and resembled a bottomless abyss. They were as dark and cold as eternal glaciers.

...

"Good... I can finally get this off..." Mumbled the silhouette in a torn cry.

The Cursed Swordsman took a deep breath and grasped tightly at the chains clinging to his left arm. He ripped them out sharply, freeing his arm, and grinned contentedly.

There was one secret to the story of the second form, the Cursed Swordsman. It was the story of a great and ingenious swordsman, but it didn't mention one thing. It was that this swordsman was left-handed from birth.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Now I can show all the power of the sword!!!" The Cursed Swordsman exclaimed. He laughed loudly, shaking the dark castle with it. Then a change began to happen to him.

The eyes of Cursed Swordsman became brighter like heavenly sapphires. The cloak became slightly longer, and the torn parts were partially overgrown. 

More dark energy began to emanate from his hair. The chains on the bulky boots took on a blue sheen.

The ice on the swordsman's silver sword began to crack and slowly erode, exposing its incredibly sharp blade.

Tremble.

Suddenly, the dark castle shook once as if something happened.

...

All the changes happened to Wain as well. It happened in less than an instant, but the process was slow and smooth for him.

Wain's eyes sparkled, and he flipped the sword from his right hand to his left. Then Wain swung his sword sharply from top to bottom, and the entire island shook with the painful roar of the wyvern.

Wain cut off half of the wyvern's right wing with a single swing and continued to advance. He was greatly impressed and wanted to make sense of the situation, but he wanted to fight even more.

With each passing moment, more knowledge and experience of the art of the sword was forming in his mind. He felt great, he wanted to use all the power he suddenly had.

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Wain knew something like this would happen when the chains fell, but he didn't expect it to be at the moment like this.

He ran forward, dodging the wyvern's attack. Blood trickled down the corners of his mouth and from the wound left by the wyvern's tail, but Wain had no intention of backing down. He concentrated on one goal, to slice the wyvern apart with his sword.

Bam.

Wyvern struck with its left wing, but Wain severed the beast's paw with a sharp swing of his sword. The wyvern roared in pain again and decided to finish Wain off another way. 

It jumped high up and was about to lash out at Wain with its icy breath. He was close and would not have been able to dodge.

However, Wain was ready for it. He gripped his sword tightly with both hands, and even the air around him began to freeze. His eyes shone brightly like azure lanterns, and he swung his sword several times.

Two invisible and intangible blades headed toward the wyvern in the air, they contained tremendous power. 

The blades cut through the wyvern's flesh at the neck and also left a deep cut on its chest. It was the end for the wounded but a majestic beast.

Everyone on the island saw this attack. It was comparable to the powerful beam that destroyed the black rat or even exceeded it.

The wyvern couldn't take it and fell dead, pouring blood on the snow and ice beneath it. Wain smiled contentedly and canceled the second form, but he immediately threw up a mouthful of blood. 

He leaned on the ground and headed toward the wyvern from which a bright, orange soul flew out.

The soul was enormous, several times larger even than the Ascendant Soul. An ancient and overpowering aura emanated from it. 

Wain stretched out his hand, and the soul flew toward him and penetrated his body. He felt a unique and incomparable feeling. 

He felt parts of the wyvern within him. It was a creature with a Legendary soul, which meant a lot.

[Soul of One of Four Kings; Mordarat, Bone Terror (Unique)

Chronicle: First

Rating: Legendary]

Wain did not know what Unique meant, but he had no energy to think about it. He collapsed exhausted on the ground and struggled to roll over onto his back to look at the sun shining brightly in the blue sky.

Blood wouldn't stop pouring from his wounds, but Wain paid no attention to the pain. Even though he had expended all his strength on this fight, he felt fine.

Suddenly the number on his arm began to change rapidly. Wain was surprised since he hadn't even destroyed a soul, but the time was still increasing.

One beautiful number, 1,000,000, appeared in the palm of his hand.

Then another message appeared before everyone on the island.

[Contenders: 2/9]

Wain smiled quite a bit. He laughed, and suddenly his eyes narrowed sharply. He saw several messages that stunned him.

[You have received the Title - Slayer of Goliath.]

[You have gained the Title - Contender]

[You gained a Title - Defeating One of the Four Kings]

[You gained the Unique Title - Killing the Legend]

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