Chapter 96: Motavu vs Ilyon (3)

Motavu was still relentlessly punching forward and blocking the sword with the side of his arm. His figure was riddled with cuts, both deep and shallow, and bleeding out intensively.

Ilyon on the other hand had a wicked grin akin to a madman plastered on his face as his body and sword never stopped moving.

Ilyon was using the difference in size to his advantage.

Motavu was bulky and powerful, but slow.

He on the other hand was fairly slim, very agile, but with a weaker body.

But what did it matter when your opponent was too slow to harm you? This was the result of such a situation.

Motavu became a sitting duck for Ilyon, who also had far more battle experience and training.

Ilyon made sure to savor the battle as much as he could, and to do so, he deliberately toyed with Motavu, making clear the difference between them as his face held a smile of madness stretched across his face, as well as ecstasy from seeing Motavu in such a state.

The two kept battling until suddenly, Motavu stopped abruptly and ran in the opposite direction with all his might.

Ilyon shrieked at such an action as he gave chase.

"Who said you could leave?!"

Motavu ran and Ilyon chased as Ilyon shockingly found Motavu's inflated muscles deflating and his outstretched veins retracting, his speed also decreasing.

Ilyon immediately understood.

'I knew it! Whatever he must have been using has finally failed him! I'm sure such a powerful ability must have drawbacks!'

Which means…

'He'll be weakened for a time, no matter how small, and I'll be able to kill him easily…no, that would be too light a punishment. Once he becomes helpless and full of despair as he realizes he's going to die, I'll play with him for a bit. Yes, that's what I'll do. Just killing him would be letting him off easy, especially after breaking so many of my bones.'

Ilyon was so entrenched in his madness that he didn't see anything wrong with such thoughts.

In fact, he was chuckling as he reduced his speed just enough to keep adequate distance to instill hope for Motavu that he might actually get away…before ripping it away from him!

Ah, he couldn't wait to see such a scene.

True to his expectations, Motavu sometimes glanced backwards and then ran a bit faster, further intensifying Ilyon's ecstasy.

All this happened in the span of two and a half minutes.

At this point, Motavu, who had been running, suddenly stopped, prompting Ilyon to also stop as he wondered what was going on.

He didn't need to think far as Motavu suddenly turned around and charged towards Ilyon, who thought…

'A last minute effort, I see'

…and threw all his worries to the wind.

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Motavu launched punches forward once more, only this time, they were far slower than before, making Motavu, who was to Ilyon already a sitting duck, into a slimy snail.

To Ilyon, Motavu had officially become a dead man walking.

If only he knew how true that statement was.

This was why Ilyon didn't even respond to Motavu's pathetic excuse for an attack and simply dodged while the speed of Motavu's punches kept slowing down, until a point where it was becoming too pathetic for even Ilyon to watch.

So Ilyon held up his sword and moved at breakneck speed, circling Motavu's body as his sword made cutting and slashing sounds.

And like a movie in fast-forward, we see numerous cuts appear on Motavu's body as Motavu himself didn't move or even flinch throughout.

After twenty of those, Ilyon stopped in front of Motavu, who stood still.

Before…

*Bam*

His knees gave in and then he could only use his hands to support himself.

In the face of this-

*Yawn*

-Ilyon yawned with his mad smile having disappeared, only to look at Motavu and say…

"I'm tired. This has become boring-"

He pointed his sword right at Motavu's face, and continued speaking in a nonchalant tone.

"-so let's end it. So…any last words...?"

At those words, Motavu's feet, which seemed to have given in, came alive as he lunged at Ilyon and shouted with a look of madness in his bloodshot eyes and punched forward.

The result of his action…

"It's meaningless" said Ilyon as we see his sword stabbed through Motavu's body with its edge coming out of the other side.

Motavu puked a good amount of blood, which Ilyon paid no mind as he spoke…

"Don't you ever learn? Your struggles are futile and fruitless, so why didn't you just die quickly from the start, but instead put yourself through all this misery? But…then again, I guess I should not have expected less from low-class vermin like you. Goodbye"

As Ilyon attempted to draw his sword his out-

"Huh?"

-he found it to be unmoving. Motavu was holding onto his arm with a very tight grip.

At this moment, Ilyon didn't know why, but he had a bad premonition.

As he moved to pull his hands once more, Motavu's face which held despair and desperation morphed into a very cocky grin as he spoke…

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"What were you saying again? The futility of my actions, was it? Now, I'll show just how futile my actions can be"

Ilyon, who had tried five times to remove his arm from Motavu's grip, was now certain that something was wrong.

Especially with his instincts ringing warning bells that only grew louder by the second.

The reason why? That wasn't hard to guess, because Motavu's right hand had begun swelling up, just like the beginning of their battle. Ilyon immediately understood his intentions.

'This b*stard is going to kill us both!'

And because of it, he began to panic.

"Let go of me! I.said.to.let.go! If you want to die, do it alone you b*stard! Get off of me this instant!-"

His fear only got worse as seconds went by and Motavu stood unmoving even after Ilyon pushed the sword even further in, causing Motavu to puke a lot of blood once more.

Nevertheless, his grip refused to budge as Ilyon hit it with his left arm, before hurriedly taking out a dagger from within his belt and repeatedly stabbing through his arm and Motavu's palm, causing him to grunt in pain.

Still, Motavu refused to release his grip.

All this while, only one word resounded in his mind…

'Endure, endure, endure'

As he kept reciting the mantra, his right arm had swelled up to an unprecedented rate with his still expanding.

Blood was gushing incessantly from within his many cuts, veins rupturing after being stretched too thin.

The pain was simply overwhelming. Motavu was 200% sure he had never experienced such pain before.

But he was bent on not dying in vain, and that resolve triumphed over the pain.

It seemed inhumane, no, it was inhumane for someone to do such a thing, but this had been the only plan that seemed viable.

'I can't catch him because I can't match his speed…so the only way I can get him to stay still is to let him catch me'

He had only one chance.

'So it has to be a single attack with the combined might of all my attacks'

This was the plan, and to do so, he moved the life force boost from all over his body and brought them together for a final attack, and the most powerful one yet.

All the while, Ilyon kept screaming, stabbing all over his chest and hurling insults that could anger corpses.

"You b*stard, was your mother a @#%$#@$%&@@@?! You are a low class vermin. Didn't your father teach you that?! Right, your father was a @#%&@#%#%&! I am a guild master, unhand me this instant! Why don't you stop this futile act, nothing will change because of it! Why don't you understand such a simple thing?!"

Ilyon's expression was screaming in terror as his panic and fear had turned into another kind of madness.

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Motavu had to concentrate, so he couldn't spare any mental power to reply or even to take cognizance of anything Ilyon was saying.

Ilyon looked at the battlefield and was glad to see his guild members rushing forth.

Of course, not without Motavu's guilders on their trail as they moved to stop the guilders of White Iron from interfering. And like Motavu, they attacked the enemy in a fit of rage.

Both entered a bloody skirmish making it so that the snakes were able to slither towards the mountain unobstructed.

Ilyon couldn't care less about that. He only cared about escaping his current predicament as he shouted while his hands never stopped stabbing.

"You b*stards! Hurry up!"

They couldn't even reply because the Red Wolf guilders were attacking them relentlessly.

"Make sure none of these b*stards gets to the guild master at any means necessary!" the leader of the remaining Red Wolf guilders shouted.

And so they did. Most already knew Motavu was going to die - he was bleeding out like a sieve with blood pouring out through multiple holes in his abdominal area and all over his left arm, not to mention a sword going through his chest - but if he could kill the guild master of White Iron, then it could be called a fair trade.

"They won't make it"

Amidst all this, Motavu's voice rang out.

Motavu continued while looking Ilyon straight in the eye…

"You said my act was futile and it wouldn't change anything, was it? I don't need to change anything, as long as I get rid of you"

Motavu chuckled as if he remembered something and said…

"I was a dead man from the start of our battle"

Ilyon quivered, his eyes shook as he stared at Motavu in shock, before speaking…

"You mean-"

"Yes, I would've died without you even lifting a finger"

"No!" Ilyon screamed and hurriedly stabbed once more, only this time, he was stabbing his right arm as he moved it like a saw to cut off the flesh faster.

But Motavu paid it no mind as he spoke softly-

"Goodbye, I'll see you in the afterlife"

-and punched out with his right arm that had swelled to the size of two watermelons combined.

There couldn't be a better evidence that Ilyon hadn't taken Motavu's last attack as serious as he should have. Maybe he would have stabbed Motavu's neck, but his hands weren't long enough to reach it because Motavu was taller than him.

But there were no 'if's in life. The battle between the two guild masters had finally ended.

*BOOOM*

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