Chapter 331: 329: King Gulon

Chapter 329: King Gulon

The next day, sometime before the start of the Arena's third round, Rakna quietly listened to what the bugs he had sneaked into the spectating room were perceiving.

[| Where is Zasha? |] Bora's voice asked.

[| I don't know, sir. He hasn't contacted me about anything. |]

[|Tch, what's that bastard doing now... |]

'Zasha, huh? Is that the guy I couldn't find yesterday?' Rakna thought.

[| What about that Rita girl's brother? Have you properly contacted the seller? |]

The therian froze at the sudden mention.

"{Uh oh...}" Fray couldn't help but utter.

[| It was done. They received the order not to sell him at any cost. It took some convincing since the boy was a valuable subject with a Nirvana Skill. I had to compensate them adequately. |]

[| Good enough. I don't know why that other woman decided to give her credits, but it will for sure be hilarious once I tell her how useless her help was, hahaha! Bring her to me when she tries to get her brother back. Drag her to me if it's needed. |]

[| ...understood. |]

'Fray, I think I will enjoy getting rid of this one,' Rakna stated indifferently and the author chuckled wryly in response.

"{Well, I will certainly not stop you. So? They bit the 'bait'. How will you take advantage of it?}"

'I have an idea. But for now,' he trailed and his eyes' lenses slid open. 'Search for Rita's brother and every other slave market in Zero. Hack them, identify them, and compile it,' he ordered and let Eye of Symphony run the program in the background as he was called up by the announcer.

The third round was nothing more than a series of duels. Honestly, he was quite curious about what the other four rounds would be, but he had no reason to stretch his stay for that long. He was already in a state of uncertainty, after all. Waiting was a bad idea.

When Rakna landed on the platform, which was essentially the same as the one on the first day, except for its larger size, his opponent followed suit.

"Ah, what a coincidence," he commented with a small sarcastic undertone as the shark-man from the first day faced him stoically. "Cura, was it? How much was it?"

"...half a million," the shark answered casually as he reached for the strange greatsword strapped to his back. "To break your mask."

Rakna smiled internally. "How quaint. I guess some pig expects me to come begging to him on my knees," he spoke with a short-lived chuckle that his opponent almost mirrored. "Well then, Cura, how about this? If you unmask me, I will surrender. Since we don't need to kill each other for this round... you might get lucky."

Cura tightened his grip on his weapon and narrowed his eyes. "Is that so...?" He voiced slowly and let out a small grin afterward. "Fine by me. I'm rather curious myself of what you look like."

"Well then, you'll have to work for it, won't you?" Rakna quipped and drew Sonata with the whistle of metal accompanying it.

"| Cura Arlan Vs Ranka Valcroft. Ready? 3, 2, 1... |"

The Gulon stuck out its tongue and licked some of the overheated rocks nearby and the remnants of dimensional energy.

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"This is the first time I see someone counter Gulon like that," the shark man admitted as he shouldered the voracious creature. "Shattering the bonds between dimensions to create a buffer... incredible display. However, that will not work anymore," he said as his weapon made something akin to a grin and produced glass-shattering sounds.

Rakna remained silent; it was unsure if he even acknowledged the words of his opponent. Without a sound, he simply lowered his posture and gripped Sonata with a different stance. Using both his hands and angling the edge toward the path of an upward swing.

Cura tightened his expression and sharpened his senses for what was to come. Then, everything happened too fast for him to follow. In one instant, the masked woman opposite of him made no obvious movements, but then, her legs blurred like a thousand overlapped illusions, and finally, she whispered something and vanished in the blink of an eye.

If it wasn't for his acute sense of danger and Gulon's suddenly trying to pull him away, he would have been beheaded by the strident oscillating blade that scraped his neck. Acting on pure reflex, he urgently stepped back and swung his weapon with all his might at his aggressor.

But to his shock, all it took to stop Gulon was a blurry palm strike. He felt a rippling force spread through the legendary creature's body and then shake his hand. One thing was sure; he was vastly outmatched in martial prowess.

Rakna followed up with one thrust toward his chest and he reacted by coating his free hand with mana and Intent and punching the sword's tip.

One more indiscriminate shockwave cleared out the ground and Cura grimaced as he felt the blade dig into his knuckle. He gritted his teeth and invoked a fake aura; overcharging himself with mana and discharging it outward.

With a scowl, Rakna rode the wave and opened his eyes wide when he saw Cura heft King Gulon and feed it copious amounts of Intent and mana. 'Sonata!' He shouted in his mind and the sword began to glow azure.

On command, three different types of energies erupted from the Soul Weapon's handle to shroud the blade. Sonata overpowered the lack of World and forcefully manifested them. Holy, Demonic, and Star Energy coalesced from within Rakna's soul and formed a tri-colored star, of black, white, and blue.

"[All-Devouring Pharos,]" Cura uttered and swung Gulon; a spiral of countless energies encased in a slash of mana and Sword Intent shot out.

"[Crescent...]" Rakna whispered and the light of Sonata shone stronger. "[Of A Falling Star,]" he intoned and launched his own attack. It first started as a small four-pointed multi-colored light before it expanded into a massive helix in the blink of an eye.

The two attacks clashed and a noise akin to thunder roared, followed by the literal deprivation of air in the atmosphere, and ultimately ended in a pillar of unbending energy that shook the entire Arena.

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Fun fact, for designing Cura, I was at first like ‘okay, let’s go with a merfolk since I alluded to them but didn’t really portray them in full.’

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Then, I was ‘let’s make him strong... either a whale or a shark’. And I went for the shark, cuz I had no idea how to make a humanoid whale.

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And finally, I wanted to give him a strong weapon capable of resisting Sonata. I went through several ideas and then ended up thinking ‘oh, what about a living weapon?!’.

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Several paragraphs down the line afterward, I made it able to eat energies and in the middle of the chap, I stopped and just stared at the screen... ‘wait, that’s just Kisame. What the fuck?’

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Welp, I don’t care enough to change it.

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