Chapter 105: Talk about how
"...Oh, you should not underestimate me. The evil demon Markit is indeed a subordinate of the King of Blessing."
Xia Yu swung his sword to cut through the smoke and dust that filled his vision, and said in a sinister and ominous tone.
After hearing Xia Yu's words, Market on the opposite side suddenly felt a little strange. He somehow felt that he should be the one to say these words.
He raised his eyelids and said in a calm voice, "O Faded One manipulated by the fire of ambition, since you know that I am a subordinate of the Blessing King, you should also know how powerful the Blessing King is. Why do you still covet the position of King of Elden?"
"What I covet is not just a position." Xia Yu showed an arrogant smile on his face, and held his hands in his arms, as if he had taken everything in his arms.
"What I want is this world, a world that belongs to me, without any other existence to dictate what happens to me!"
Hearing this answer, Market snorted coldly: "Humph, it turns out that you have been burned by the fire of ambition and lost your mind."
"Oh, have you lost your mind? You can see it clearly."
This time, Xia Yu did not control the flying sword to harass, but held his meteorite staff in both hands and pointed it at Markit like a two-handed sword.
bass--!
The light blue magic emblem of the Kalia royal family lit up, and a blue magic sword was condensed by Xia Yu. The sword condensed by magic power not only had the power of a greatsword, but also had the damage of magic.
The next moment, Xia Yu bent his knees slightly, his afterimage flashed, and when he appeared again, he was already above Market.
Magic power flowed on the greatsword, a blue light lit up in the sky, and the blade slashed straight down.
"snort!"
Facing this attack, Markit condensed a golden sword from his right hand and blocked Xia Yu's attack. Then he suddenly smashed over with his left hand crutch with a sound of breaking wind.
Xia Yu's eyes narrowed, and the magic sword in his hand suddenly dissipated. He lowered his body and swung his crutch over his head.
The next moment, taking advantage of Markit's open door, Kalia's Swift Sword quickly condensed out, and Xia Yu took the opportunity to stab the opponent's abdomen.
Feeling the magical aura beneath him, Markit remained calm, exerted force on his legs, and was about to leap back to avoid the attack.
“Ahhhh!”
Unexpectedly, the three wolves who were watching closely on the side suddenly rushed forward and bit together. Big Black and Second Black bit Markit's legs respectively, while Little White bit the opponent's deformed tail.
Kurala also took the opportunity to spray venom, and the purple-red venom sprayed straight towards Market's head, forcing him to put his hands up to cover his eyes to prevent the venom from entering his eyes.
With such a good opportunity, Xia Yu suddenly increased the output of magic power, and the Kalia Swift Sword directly turned into a big sword!
Puff——!
The tip of the magic sword instantly penetrated his body, and blood dyed his rag cloak red. The severely injured Markit roared angrily, raised his right hand, and the golden sword immediately changed its shape and turned into a giant golden hammer.
“Get out of the way!”
Seeing this, Xia Yu shouted loudly, flew backward, and used his telekinesis to pull the three wolves away from Markit's vicinity. Kurara also waved her tentacles and floated into the air.
boom--!
The huge hammer smashed down suddenly, and the turbulent aftermath directly shattered the swords, spears, swords and halberds that were inserted around. With a bang, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the ground of the battlefield.
A large hole like a meteorite crater appeared on the ground. Under the dust, Xia Yu could not see Markit's current situation.
But he knew that now was the time to pursue.
"superior!"
At the command, Xia Yu took the lead and rushed forward. The magic sword condensed again, and the magic power flowed on it, shining with a blue color.
The three rescued wolves roared and rushed forward again, but several golden daggers suddenly appeared in the dust, hindering their advance.
Ding ding ding——!
Xia Yu wielded the magic sword, and the blue sword was swung so tightly that all the attacking daggers were knocked away and turned into golden magic power and dissipated into the air.
"Ahem, how embarrassing! The Faded Ones are indeed the descendants of warriors."
Markit swung his staff to tear away the dust that filled the air. He covered the penetrating wound on his abdomen and commented with blood at the corner of his mouth.
Xia Yu was not careless. He dispersed the magic sword of the meteorite staff in his hand, and then the purple gravity emblem on it lit up, and the surrounding ruins were instantly attracted.
Three rock balls compressed from broken rocks appeared, flashing purple gravity lightning. With a wave of the staff, the rock balls smashed straight towards Markit.
The rock ball is blessed with gravity magic, and the moment it passes through the air it can cause the surrounding gravel to tremble.
Seeing this attack, Markit did not dare to be careless and dodged sideways, but the movement of his body caused a penetrating wound in his abdomen.
Bright red blood instantly flowed out from between his fingers, causing Market's gray-black face to twitch and his complexion to turn pale from gray-black to gray.
Seeing that Markit was struggling against his injuries, Xia Yu swung out a few rock balls again, and then stepped forward with the rock balls. The light blue Kalia emblem immediately replaced the purple gravity emblem, and the magic sword appeared again.
With injuries all over his body, rock balls attacking from all directions, and a Faded One attacking with a magic sword in front of him, Markit frowned.
But he did not sit there and wait for death. He raised his crutch high in his hand, suppressed the pain from his abdominal injury, and smashed the rock balls that were attacking from all directions.
Bang bang bang——!
The condensed rock ball was smashed directly, and the gravity magic on it was also dispersed. While Markit's old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, Xia Yu took a deep breath and swung the sword forward suddenly.
The blade was so fast that it even created a blue light and shadow. The next moment, bright red blood splattered in all directions, and a deformed arm holding a crutch shot up into the sky.
“Uh—ah!”
Markit held his broken arm with one hand, and knelt on one knee due to his weakness, with large amounts of blood spurting out of his mouth.
Xia Yu stood in front of Markit, holding up the magic sword, with the blade placed on Markit's neck.
"How about we talk about it?"
"Hmph..." Market snorted coldly, "Beat someone to the point of near death, is this your way of having a conversation?"
"It's because you want to extinguish the fire of my ambition right from the start, and I don't want that either."
Xia Yu dispersed the magic sword and sat cross-legged in front of Markit without any defense. Seeing this, Markit also sat cross-legged on the ground, but after a while, a large pool of blood gathered under his body.
"What are you going to say?"
Although he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, Markit's voice remained steady.
"Of course it's about the Supreme Will." Xia Yu said in a relaxed tone, "From what you said before, it seems that you have long been dissatisfied with the Supreme Will. Of course, I am the same."
"After all, the Supreme Will has played an indispensable role in the transformation of the Borderland into what it is today. Although it has shaped the Golden Law, it has never cared about anything in the Borderland."
"Whether it was abandoning all the demigods during the Shattered War or awakening the long-dead Faded Ones, it has always been so high and mighty that people can't help but want to pull it down from the altar."
Hearing this, Markit glanced at the eyes of the Faded One in front of him. He was surprised to find that what the Faded One said was actually from his heart.
Although his eyes were dim and faded, his expression was very serious, serious to the point of sincerity.
