Endless Evolution: Last Star

Chapter 585: Wrong wound

"And what do we have? Two wounds on one side and two wounds on the other. First Order and First Order. Now, there are Artifact and Artifact. Those two aren’t going to reveal the winner ahead of time, are they?"

Zarot crossed his arms over his chest, staring intently at the two fighters. Deep inside he felt annoyed that he did not influence anything, but the others were in the same position.

Among the many, Nirosh was the only one who looked at Osana every so often, his palm on his face, fingers spread wide.

"He will win... Fromund will win and you will return to me. If he doesn’t, then... I will surely find a way to make him regret it..." Nirosh muttered.

After a few seconds, he stopped glaring at Osana who was closely watching the development of the fight, and looked at Elva, Liv, and Tilda.

’Yeah, if I lose my treasure because of him, then he should face the same fate.’

Tap.

At the same moment, as Nirosh’s gaze lingered on Tilda, Erik tapped his cane once on the ground.

"Gha!"

Nirosh gasped.

Deafening pain was the only thing Nirosh could feel, his blood clotting badly, it seemed that just a little more and his circulation would break down and his heart explode from the excessive pressure.

Wide-eyed, Nirosh clutched at his chest, wanting to regain his normal state.

And...

Relief came as quickly as the suffocating emptiness came.

Tilda looked at Erik puzzled, her eyes full of curiosity: "Why did you tap with your cane? If you’re not comfortable standing you can take my seat, I don’t mind."

Naively, Tilda thought that Erik was shy and therefore stood apart from the others. It was something only a pure, innocent mind could think of.

Looking at Tilda over his shoulder, Erik let out a short chuckle.

"Hahaha, how caring you are. I’m already starting to envy your brother."

Erik shook his head, holding tightly onto his cane.

"Don’t worry, I’m more than comfortable and I tapped my cane just because I wanted to, just to feel the rhythm, you know?"

Tilda touched her bottom lip, looking at him baffled.

"I’ve seen grandfathers walk with canes most of the time, but you don’t look like an old person."

The silver blade swept in front of Fromund’s bright eyes.

The needle sliced through the ground, leaving a wide gap. Cold air rushed upward in two streams, fluttering Fromund’s hair.

Adam’s eyes moved quickly from right to left, Fromund instinctively dropped his hammer in time to dodge.

’He didn’t even think for a moment, but this is one of the few times his instincts failed him.’

Clutch.

Facing Fromund in an electric burst, Adam grabbed his hand, to perform an equally swift thrust with his needle.

Gush.

A stream of blood rushed out, the sharp tip of the needle showing on the other side of Fromund’s back.

Elva and Liv were horrified, their faces pale.

But, for some reason, Adam’s face turned pale as well, he saw something that shouldn’t have happened.

His needle sliced Fromund’s palm, clots of blood ran down his fingers, but... his weapon didn’t pierce Fromund’s torso as Adam planned.

"Oh, looks like I made it at the last moment, doesn’t it?"

Fromund smiled bitterly, feeling an unpleasant burning sensation on his right. The needle blade left a deep cut on his side, but if he hadn’t managed to withdraw the needle with his hand, a far worse injury would have awaited him.

Realizing that this was a failure, Adam hurriedly jumped aside.

"Agh...?"

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Adam couldn’t do it, he stayed where he was.

His gaze lowered, realizing that despite the pain, Fromund had a firm grip on his needle.

Clutch.

Before Adam could react, Fromund released the needle but changed his grip, clutching Adam’s left hand’s wrist.

Then, his eyes flashed, this time the energy channeled only down his right, wounded arm, coating his fist in hot, violent red flames.

Fromund smiled widely, there was no anger in his look, only joy that he had succeeded.

"Now it’s my turn, isn’t it?"