Eternal Emerald Dragon

Chapter 1482 - 1481 - Danger

Lind was gripping the edges of his bench so hard the wood had cracked despite being reinforced by Forging and weavings. The battle his wife was going through was dangerous at first but he had been confident she would acquit herself well no matter what.

The instant that serpent appeared, however, his instincts screamed at him even though it was just an image.

"So, a demon currently wields that troublesome item. I wondered what happened to it after I killed the last one." The Immortal Berserker suddenly spoke up. He had been silent since the time Lind brought him back.

The man had seemed slightly changed by witnessing the Sword Dao Tribulation.

Only slightly though as the smile on his face was full of bloodlust and death.

"You know it?" Lind prompted him as a distraction as he had to do something to keep his mind busy.

"Hmm, nasty bit of work. The spirit in that weapon is not a tool spirit but actually ripped from Nether Soul Python. A dangerous peak Sovereign Tier beast that was born out of the useless ambitions of an Immortal." The Immortal Berserker actually looked grim as he spoke.

"He experimented allowing more powerful beasts to be nurtured and refined many bloodlines to try and break through his own bottleneck. They ate him in the end. Pity, I would have liked to fight him." Lind ignored the last bit but quickly consulted his memory.

There was an area ruled by dangerous Immortal beasts he had only heard about but never encountered. Rare variants or simply difficult bloodlines to refine were the norm there.

He had wondered how it came about but the records were vague.

"You are saying someone went into that place and took the soul of a peak predator to make into a weapon?" The Immortal Berserker laughed.

He actually looked at Lind as if he had said the greatest joke in the world.

"The glaive was not a normal weapon. Even without the spirit it was designed to damage the soul. I know that much for a fact. No one knows for certain if it was intended, but all know the man who went into that damned jungle barely came back alive and the weapon had changed." Lind's eyes went wide as he grasped the meaning.

The glaive damaged souls as part of its function! A powerful weapon in the war against the Fiends. Yet, when it encountered a beast with a similar nature, something had happened no one expected!

"Is it still alive?" A soul could endure without a body but becoming a weapon? He had no idea what would happen.

The Immortal Berserker shrugged his shoulders. His various weapons glanced off each other.

"No one is sure, not even me. I faced that thing and felt the most danger to my existence ever but it does not change the fact the weakness remains." Lind snapped his eyes back to the projection and instantly saw it.

The serpent was dangerous but its base never moved! The demon was still at that point! He could be killed!

"Pity, though. I liked what I saw about your wives. I hope you had one last romp with that one." The air in the waiting room of the segment dropped like a stone but the Immortal Berserker did not seem to care.

The wooden bench shattered under Lind's hands.

"You did not listen to me, the glaive also damages souls. Even through its clash with weapons. The effect is just lessened. I only dared to launch my weapons at it once I felt it." His emerald eyes became needles as the vertical slit suddenly could not look away.

Cyntilla had been hit so hard by that weapon that it cracked her blades! Did she not know or was it hidden by design?

"You will not interfere. I want to fight you but I will let you grieve." A sudden pressure slammed into Lind and he could not move at all! The casual use of Dao shocked him! He had been too focused on Cyntilla to defend himself.

He tried to free himself but it was too late! The aura was completely around him with no weak spots! He glared at the Immortal Berserker but could only turn to watch the possible True Death of his wife.

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Cyntilla was grazed by the fangs of the serpent. Pain beyond the blood drawn lanced through her. The feeling of her body dulled slightly but she refused to yield.

Ever since she got up, something felt wrong. She had assumed it was a concussion or other major after effect of the brutal clash, yet as time passed, her ability to manipulate Qi was becoming harder.

The sensation of her body was becoming more distant. She realized in horror that the damage of the glaive was able to reach her even if she fended it off!

[I warned you. Surrender or you will not leave this ring alive.] The demon spoke again but she narrowed her eyes.

Surrender? Her? She had faced her father, a powerhouse of the Fang Clan and evaded the Blood Empire when she was only a World Realm. She had confronted Fiends an entire major realm above her without blinking. She had wiped out entire powers for hurting her family.

Her virulent yellow eyes became firm and she lowered her blades. The serpent paused, waiting to see what she would do.

[Lind, I know you are watching and are likely screaming at me to stop. I know you trust me and love me. I never doubted you, even when you tried to push us away because I knew, deep down, you were worried. Worried we had been used by Heaven to leash you. It was not the leash you were afraid of but us being used. People are not tools. I love that about you more than anything.] Her eyes looked up firmly at the spirit in front of her.

It actually looked happy that she was going to fight it.

[This is who I am and if I die today, I know you will remember me, always.] She then did the most foolish thing she had ever done. She let go of the restraints on her power. She had wanted to save something for Lind when she faced him.

She never doubted he would beat the Immortal Berserker, but after this fight she would either be dead or possibly crippled in her current state.

Her aura shot upward like a rocket and the serpent blinked in surprise.

The cracked swords whined but she did not care. It was the last attack of the fight one way or the other.

[Goodbye, Great Wolf Demoness, it has been an honor.] Cutter seemed certain of victory but his spirit serpent was less so. Cyntilla smiled as she began to grow.

Her lavender flesh gained fur as she transformed into an actual wolf! Its sleek coat was the color of blood as the eyes remained virulent yellow.

[An excellent projection, but that is all.] The serpent launched forward as lightning sparked on its body. Very few could keep up with it but the wolf vanished!

The venomous fangs closed on nothing but air! Instead, the wolf snapped its teeth into the body of the serpent.

A roar of pain filled the arena.

There was no blood but a piece of the serpent was now missing! What had just happened?!

That was not the attack of 2 short swords but of a beast against a beast!

[Wha–?!] Cutter was like the rest of the crowd and his body appeared due to his shock. His broken concentration was brief. Most would have missed it but not the wolf!

One of his arms was torn completely from its socket. The blood flew in the air as he barely maintained the glaive. He concentrated and the serpent swiftly reformed.

Pain was manageable but he did not seem to understand what had happened at all.

The crowd roared in excitement but some narrowed their eyes. The VIP suites especially had gone silent as they grasped the full danger of what they were seeing.

Cyntilal Frey was a demon. There was no beast bloodline in her body whatsoever. Yet, she was now a wolf. Not a projection due to an Art nor a conjuring, but a true beast. Such a thing was not possible.

At least now without a severe price attached to it. Transforming into a beast without the bloodline was taking things to an extreme. No one was sure, save one person, what she had done.

Lind Frey knew but was currently isolated as tears streamed down his face.

Cutter let the serpent seek their prey. The instincts and abilities of the serpent were superior to his in the current state, yet the wolf appeared near him again.

He was ready that time. The fangs of the serpent struck at an impossible angle for a beast. A spirit, however, had no organs or body to get in the way of changing its direction. One moment it was far away, the next it was ripping the back right leg off the wolf, yet the virulent yellow eyes never stopped looking right at him!

Blood filled the air as it took another chunk out of him. If not for the serpent, it would have had his head!

Both combatants were injured but Cutter only had physical damage. His soul was perfectly fine and thus he could continue but the wolf was in far worse shape.

Its body was usable but it had lost its speed with that limb. Further, he could tell Cyntilla had lost a large part of her soul. She was fractured.

Even if she won, she would likely die. He could only be truly honored to have been pushed so far.

He was about to speak when suddenly his body trembled. The loss of blood! He had tried to stem it but the physical body had limits! A smile spread on the wolf right before it vanished again!

He tried to sense it but the dizziness distracted him for too long! The last thing he knew was darkness closing in and a pinch around his neck.

He died before he knew what had happened!

[WINNER: CYNTILLA FREY!]