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Chapter 57 Titus Vs Richard II

Titus Vs Richard II

Curtis had his eyes tightly closed and he was on his knees, back hunched. Beside him lay a bloody knife that was black, the same one that had stabbed him. Seems like he'd managed to get it out.

His face was deathly pale and his back was covered in his own blood which seemed far too much considering that he was supposed to be quite durable and be capable of healing very quickly. Not to mention that it felt off for him to bleed so much when he hadn't been hit in any sort of pressure point.

Titus couldn't dwell on this though as he suddenly felt Mana surge and his head snapped forward to see Richard with a solemn expression on his face. His sword was vibrating with incredible speed and gave off a strange frequency.

A terrifying pressure was emitted from his body and Tutus felt sweat start to cover his head. Richard was no longer playing around.

The man took a step forward and almost instantly appeared in front of Titus, his sword descending with scary force.

Titus didn't try and dodge because Richard was simply moving too fast, so he raised his sword and held it at an angle so that the attack would be deflected and supported the blade with his other hand.

However much to his shock, Richard's sword basically had no force behind it when it hit his and before he could react, Richard had already let go of the weapon and threw a devastating punch into Titus' stomach. His fist vibrating with a scary frequency.

Titus' eyes went wide as he felt as though an explosion had gone off in his stomach and felt several organs immediately rupture and blood spurted from his mouth.

Pain made him see stars as he was thrown back and bounced off the floor before rolling a few times and finally coming to a stop.

He supported himself slightly and vomited large amounts of blood, tears streaming down his face. His mind was foggy as the pain wracked through his body and it took all his willpower to not collapse on the spot.

'F-Fuck... if I hadn't... poured my light magic into my stomach... I would have died.' He thought hazily. His light magic was already healing the internal damage, but not as fast as he would have liked.

Still, he couldn't fall yet. Curtis was still recovering and couldn't defend himself. He was the only one that could keep Richard at bay.

He coughed up some more blood before using wind to get himself back on his feet. But he swayed unsteadily and directed some light into his brain to clear up some of the fog.

He refocused and saw Richarf walking towards him calmly, vibrating blade in hand.

"You're incredible, young master. Much stronger than I had imagined. Compared to before that is." Richard spoke, his voice calm and devoid of emotion.

Titus didn't say anything and gradually entered a stance. That's when he realised that he felt... strange.

If before his mind was clear, now it was incomparably sharp. He didn't feel his anger towards Richard, nor did he feel his worry for his brother and siblings wherever they were. He also didn't feel scared for his safety. His mind was completely clear, and the only thing on his mind was to defeat Richard.

He took a deep breath, and his energy soared.

Light and wind swirled around him like serpents, coating his body firmly, looking almost like a suit of exquisite armour.

A faint wind barrier also covered his body and his sword simmered as its sharpness increased several fold. In his eyes, the world seemed to slow down and his perception rose by several degrees, allowing him to see even the smallest details.

His body looked like an arrow ready to be released, the light illuminating his pale and bloodied face, and eyes that were wide and filled with nothing but battle intent.

'You betrayed them and the youngest will be the one to kill you. How pathetic.' Through his anger, a small part of him whispered.

'These people took you in and provided for you. Gave you a purpose. You had a job, a home, and this is how you repay them? Even a dog is more loyal than that. Dying like this is fitting, since this shows you never deserved their aid.' The dark part of his mind whispered and Richard would grit his teeth but there wasn't time to do so.

'How... did it even come to this?' He asked himself and got the answer almost immediately, the face of a certain young man appearing in his mind.

'Ah... I was jealous.'

Then Titus' blade finally reached his neck. Find your next adventure on empire

Blood sprayed as Titus beheaded Richard in one smooth motion, the blade passing through his neck and outstretched arm.

Blood sprayed and his body swayed before collapsing, his head flying before bouncing off the floor and rolling for a bit before stopping. His eyes were filled with nothing but regret before slowly losing their light.

Titus wheezed and fell to his knees. His Mana had bottomed put almost immediately after Richard was killed, causing his technique to fade into nothing and a strong sense of weakness and nausea came over him. But he did it, he'd won.

"I'm impressed." A voice caused Titus to tense and he looked up, his heart growing cold.

The Voidwalkers stood in front of him, surrounding him and his brother once more. However, this time, the two of them were both weak and hurt, meaning putting them down would be significantly easier.

'Damn it... I need to-' Titus tried to get up but a tremor went through his body and blood dripped from his nose, eyes and ears causing him to fall down coughing.

"Aye aye aye. Looks like backlash to me. You pushed yourself too far kid." The Voidwalker walked forward and shook his head.

"A shame. You're quite talented. But alas, you've reached your limit." He stopped in front of Titus who swayed unsteadily.

"Well, that's that I suppose. Goodbye. May Oblivion take you." He raised his hand and a black blade made of shadows appeared. Then he swung down.

CLANG

However, a bright blue chain stopped the blade right before it reached Titus' neck.

The Voidwalker frowned behind his mask and Titus looked up with surprise before turning back.

Curtis was still pale, but his eyes had a fierce fire burning within them, waves of energy billowing off his figure and blue light crackled around him as the ground melted with each step he took.

"You dare come into this place and try to hurt my family?" He said with a rage filled voice.

"You won't be leaving here today!"

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A/N: For those of you wondering, Curtis uses Plasma Magic