Lord Shadow Chapter 1800: Fight!



Loki sighed.

He really did not want to see Azief if he could help it. Because the stronger that Azief beco, the harder it is for him to hide certain things.

However, what should co, must co.

Loki got up and he walk out from the café.

By now, Azief is already near the café. He is only a few hundred ters away from the café. On a road that is filled with mist, on a small trail leading to the café

And he is looking at Loki.

He is just standing there but the world itself seems to shudder. Almost like he is a being who is not ant to walk the mortal realm.

Above his head, the sky split opens, a jagged wound of light and shadow, and the laws of heaven trembled in his wake, as though the gods themselves held their breath in his presence.

The earth groaned under the weight of his power, trembling with the knowledge that life, death, and ti all bent to his will.

And in the silence that followed the storm, the God of Death waited.

...

Loki walk with grace. He stroke across the land toward the figure of Death Monarch

"He really looks like Death" he thought to himself.

Azief is not yet the God of Death that Loki knows.

But this thod, this theatricality of appearing in front of people, it is quite similar to the God of Death.

As he walk toward Azief, the mist which hung thick and suffocating around the island, parted for him as though even the darkness hesitated to touch him.

His long, dark hair caught in the occasional gust of wind, flickering like tendrils of night itself, while his erald-green eyes glead with a mischievous light that had not dimd despite the weight of ages.

Loki has changed his face again. Azief when he was gazing before toward the café, it broke his disguise.

It is terrifying that Azief could now have such an effect without doing anything.

He just looks at him and his disguise was quickly lted.

So, he had to use another face.

But he did not show at all that he is afraid. Instead, he is walking with casual movent, deceptively light for such a solemn eting.

Each step he took was precise, almost playful, as if he were walking on air, untethered by the heaviness of the mont.

But only Azief and Loki knows what he is doing. He is dissipating the heavy air.

Loki knows a Confounding Formation when he sees one. The mist lower one inhibition and pressure one mind and soul

The ultimate goal is for the people inside the mist to speak the truth. The mist is not for the island. It is not for the people of this island

It is for him.

And he clearly could not allow that.

In each of his step, there is also magic, a footwork that is connected to the earth veins.

Using the earth veins, he is neutralizing the effect of the most around him., clearing his mind and lessening the pressure

Azief could see it and sense what Loki is doing but he did not force it and allow Loki to use his step to connect the earth vein and weaken the effect of the mist.

It was almost like he was amused....and even curious of what Loki would do.

Loki however did not care much about the neglect of Death Monarch. If he wanted to neglect the attack, then he would use it to his advantage

His smirk is there, never leaving his face, and as he walk, he eludes the properties of the mist, like a god of trickery that danced through tricks and chaos.

But in Azief eyes, there is not one Loki.

But two Loki is walking.

Two beco four, four beco eight, eight beco sixteen.

Double, each ti he takes a step.

An illusion.

Loki uses the mist that is conjured by him to create so kind of illusion.

Mixing truth with false, changing reality.

And when he is close to Azief, he walk normally.

With purpose.

His eyes is the sa eye.

But Azief could see behind that eye is a kind of weariness.

The smirks betrays the eyes.

Was it sothing that he felt or was it sothing that Loki wanted to display towards him?

Azief have no way of knowing this.

The two are only three feet away from each other.

It is close.

But also, not close.

To so people three feet is the ideal distance to launch an attack.

But most people in the world, when facing Death Monarch, this three feet distance is like an uncrossable chasm.

So close, yet infinitely far.

Because three feet distance with Death Monarch is not a chance to attack Death Monarch but a death sentence to anyone who dares attack Death Monarch in this span of distance.

You think you are fast, but other than Will, who is faster than Death Monarch?

Even if you are faster than Death Monarch, could your attack pierce his tough skin? Could your

attack hurt him?

Even if you hurt him, could he not heal?

Three feet distance with Death Monarch and you attack him?

That ans a death sentence.

But Loki is now only three feet away from him.

That three feet distance that is like an uncrossable chasm. And his eyes is shining with

a dangerous light. Loki knows Azief could see it.

And he did not hide it. Azief knows it but he allows Loki to reach this point without even

trying to stop him.

Loki will attack. And Azief already knows. These two did not exchange words at all but both

seem to gauge each other intention.

They are scheming people.

Both Azief and Loki are schers in the eyes of the world.

Loki seems to be a born scher.

Since the first ti he appeared in the world stage, everyone knows how deep the planning

that Loki have and how dangerous his scheming is.

Before you know it, you are already in the ga

Azief on the other hand took a different approach.

He never was a scher. Instead, he relies mostly on his strength.

Luck.

And courage.

And he grew with each experience.

And in the process of becoming strong, he beco smarter.

And he beca very good at scheming.

He uses his strength to defeat other people weakness and always occupies the advantageous

positions.

A born scher and a growth type scher.

Most of the ti, their thoughts are hard to fathom. And they still need to talk to understand

what other people is thinking.

But now, they don't have to talk or convey their intentions. Because what they are about to do

is quite simple

Fight!

And this is the simplest thing to do. So, there is no need for words.

A glance, a movent, is enough to convey this desire

Swoosh!

And suddenly as they were only a few feet from each other, Loki kicks the ground, he charges

toward Azief.

A punch shot out!

If anyone could see this battle, they would surely thought that Loki has truly reached a subli thod in shrinking space and ti like it was nothing.

Three feet of distance, one step and the distance between them vanished. It was like space

itself contracts.

Loki slamd his foot against the ground

In that mont, the shockwave activated the Earth vein.

The ground cracks in a thousand pieces before it disintegrated, leaving a large sinkhole, ten feet deep behind him. launching himself toward Azief, like a flash of lightning.

His fist shot out,m wrapped with a green aura, the might of the world seems to converge on

his fist, aiming for Azief chest.

Azief eyes did not show any ripples. Like he expected it. Calm and cold as ever. He raised his

hand.

It was like the most natural thing to do. It is like ti itself slow down as he raises his hand. And that fast whirlwind kind is blocked.

He has this unshaken deanour, his emotion is controlled to the max. It is like even if the

heavens fall in front of him, he would still be this way

But the force of that kick is not a joke

BOOOM!

CRACK!

The sheer force of Loki blow sent Azief flying backward with breakneck speed. But he was

flying backward like he is gliding through the air.

The sound barrier imdiately shattered as Azief body streaked across the sky, the island shrinking behind him as he was hurled hundreds of miles away.

His path tore through the clouds, parting the heavens in his wake before he finally ca to a

stop in mid-air, still composed, with not a single wrinkle in his flowing black robes.

One could even see a bit of smirk on the corner of his mouth

Loki did not stop

A step, a thousand miles could be travelled, and now he appears again. Loki is already upon

him, appearing like a blur of light to his left.

There is no conversation with the, no screams. No shouts.

Only cold and calculating attack. Each attack has the essence of the world embedded in each of

their attacks.

The laws of the world is mobilized and only these two could feel each other profoundness of

attack.

To those who could not see these laws, each fist and each kick might seem no different than

the kick of normal people but to the people who could see it, they could see the laws of the world around these two beings are in disarray.

Forming and being destroyed at almost at the sa ti, summoning and dispersing. New laws are gathered each ti they attack, new laws are dispersed each ti they summon

new laws to use.

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