The next day, Klaus and Shadow Reaper were the first to start the battle.
Just like the first, their battle beca the highlight.
Shadow Reaper is a Nightshade Human. He was born with an affinity for shadows and darkness, so for years, he had mastered the art of assassination using them.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he excels at using shadows and darkness.
He, too, just like every criminal, started out as a good guy; however, along the way, he beca a criminal who transitioned into a murderer.
He now kills for money, and from what had been recorded about him on the dark web, he had never missed a kill.
Looking at him standing tall and slender, Klaus knew his agility would be through the roof. And since he could move in darkness and shadows, competing with him in close combat will prove lethal.
"You don’t look that scary, Blood Sword. From where I stand, you are rely a bug that can be crushed easily," Shadow Reaper said, spinning his dagger across his palm.
"My aim is to assassinate the Renegade Hunter; however, since you happen to be soone many believe is the sa person as him, starting with you won’t be a problem."
Klaus laughed, an amused expression appearing on his face. "Very funny, you say that. But since you happen to be the sa brain-dead loser as all who keep asuring against that pampered brat, how about I enlighten you.
"This battle will end with my win because, while you may have darkness and shadow on your side, I have flas that can burn even the soul. So let’s just pretend for one mont and examine your chances."
Klaus counted on his fingers for a few monts before a smile appeared on his face. "You know, from the mont I joined the blood tournant, many have kept wondering when I will finally run out of luck.
But the thing is, I have not even used 30% of my luck all this ti. Honestly, I don’t know if you losers are just that weak or if you just wanted to win that badly.
It pains sotis when I find myself standing before losers like you, who only talk but have nothing to show. It is heartbreaking, even.
However, since you seem to think killing would be that easy, I will use you as a demonstration of what would happen to all the other losers who think a bounty on my head will be that easy to claim."
Klaus put away the bow and extended his hand, summoning a large, black, jagged sword. "If you can draw a single drop of blood from , I will consider it your win." Just as he said that, white flas ignited on the sword, instantly sending out waves of soul attacks.
Shadow Reaper frowned imdiately, his expression hardening.
At that sa ti, the green light to begin the battle flashed, so he used that to vanish into the shadows, plunging his side of the battlefield into total darkness.
At that point, his presence could not be felt anywhere on the battlefield.
"Idiot."
Klaus stomped on the ground, and white flas ignited on his side of the battlefield, instantly plunging the entire arena into a sauna of heat that seed to bite at the soul.
He raised his finger and started to count down. "Five... four... three... two... one."
"ArrrrrgghhhhhHHH!"
Just when the countdown hit zero, a piercing scream filled the arena as Shadow Reaper erged from the darkness, his body lit up in white flas.
He tried to put it out, but no matter what he did, the flas would not die.
"A day ago, your efforts would have quenched the flas. Unfortunately for you, I am using more of my power today, so the only way you can put it out is if you kill ."
Klaus pointed his sword forward and added, "That is if you can last even five minutes against while your soul is on fire."
Shadow Reaper’s eyes turned pitch black as he gritted his teeth. The Soul Fury Fla is eating at his soul while also biting his body.
He tried channelling darkness to lessen the pain, but it wasn’t as effective as he had hoped. So he was forced to take extre asures.
With a violent thrust of his dagger into his own shoulder, he severed a portion of his shadow essence covering his body.
The darkness detached like a living limb, taking part of the white flas with it before dissolving into nothingness. His breathing grew heavy, but the flas on his body weakened slightly.
Klaus tilted his head, a bit stunned but also amused at how he managed to lessen the pain.
Despite this, he did not rush. He did not even move. The jagged black sword in his hand pulsed as the white flas along its edge flickered, his gaze fixed on Shadow Reaper, waiting for what he would do.
It didn’t take long for him to make his move.
Suddenly, the ground beneath Klaus darkened.
Then, in what appeared to be a flash, a thin line of shadow shot across the arena floor at terrifying speed, silent and flat like a snake hugging the earth.
In less than a heartbeat, Shadow Reaper erged from that line directly behind Klaus, his dagger coated in compressed darkness that seed to devour light itself.
It was pitch black and augnted by three immortal rings, making it a deadly weapon.
He wasted no ti and simply struck hard.
The blade pierced through what seed to be Klaus’s back—only for his body to dissolve into white embers. It was a clean shot, but nothing tangible was pierced.
Shadow Reaper’s eyes widened at the sight of his failure. The attack left no wound whatsoever on Klaus’s body.
He rely reappeared several steps away, his form reforming from swirling white flas. "That was quick and decisive of you," he said calmly, his voice echoing faintly through the eeriness. "But you are not that fast to catch , especially when I have my flas deep in your soul."
Before Shadow Reaper could retreat, Klaus swung his sword once.
It was not as fast as Shadow Reaper’s.
It was not flashy either.
But the mont the blade cut through the air, a crescent of white fla tore across the battlefield, splitting the ground apart.
The heat wave that followed crashed into Shadow Reaper like a tidal force, causing his face to turn pale.
His immortal rings moved, and using their power, he harnessed the darkness, manipulating it to rise and defend him.
He ford a do of shadows that absorbed part of the attack. However, the flas seeped through the do like a poison.
It slamd into both his body and soul, sending him crashing into the far end of the arena.
He tried to stand; however, just when he mustered the courage to rise to his feet, Klaus slashed his sword again, forming a large arc in the air.
It shot toward him at deadly speed.
Shadow Reaper again used the darkness as a shield. However, like before, the physical aspect of the attack was half blocked, while the soul aspect took aim at his soul, causing a crack to appear in it.
Blood flowed from the corner of his lips as he tried to cough out the rest.
"Three minutes," Klaus said lightly. "You might not last five."
He stomped on the ground, and an orange fla blood, adding to the white fla already active. Then, from the cloud of flas, a large dragon roared and erged, flying into the air.
"ROAR!"
Nirvana announced her presence, and the look on everyone’s face changed.
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