Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 159 - 157: Taught by the Same Master, Can’t Break the Moves

The sky was shrouded in a dim, silver-gray haze, the thick clouds a clear sign of an impending storm.

On the outskirts of Purity Forest, the Chaos Army that had once besieged the Holy Land had vanished without a trace. The Devourer had not only executed a swift retreat but had also taken all the Chaos Creatures with him.

Staying behind would have meant a pointless death. In the face of the rampaging Mivana, every living thing was destined for a brutal slaughter. Even the Dirt World Desolate God himself couldn’t match her without unleashing his true essence—but doing so would be tantamount to suicide.

Tainted by the poison of Order, the wise Desolate God decisively abandoned the two-year siege on Purity Forest, retreating to the outskirts of Qinghui Territory without a hint of hesitation.

The Devourer didn’t see this as a cowardly retreat, but rather a strategic use of his intellect. It would be no trouble at all to stage a comeback once Mivana completely lost her sanity and began to self-destruct.

After Westheid donned the Mask of Fallen Heaven, the faint Divine Power he drew from the Sacred Artifact washed over his body again and again, suffusing him with a majestic power he had never before experienced.

However, this Divinity was still too faint. Regardless of its quality, it wouldn’t last long.

’I have to accomplish my goal before it’s completely consumed.’

Westheid strode through Purity Forest. Since his Tier hadn’t changed, he still hadn’t reached the Anti-Gravity Realm of a Legendary Powerhouse, but his current pace was nearly indistinguishable from flight.

BOOM—BOOM—

With every step, the ground beneath his feet shattered. The powerful impact propelled Westheid forward, allowing him to race through the air just above the ground.

Everywhere he passed, he saw the shredded corpses of Demons. Whether they were used to slow Mivana’s advance or had simply failed to escape in time, they had all been mercilessly slaughtered by the Wolf-eared Maiden.

But unlike Westheid’s own deliberate, sadistic rampages, these Chaos Creatures had been killed cleanly.

It was pure slaughter, pure destruction. While the curse of the Chaos blood couldn’t corrupt Mivana’s fundamental nature as one of the Order Creatures, it could compel her to act like Chaos itself—to face all civilizations, all living beings, with absolute killing intent.

’I have to hurry.’

Westheid was incredibly thankful for his decisiveness. At Mivana’s current speed, another two days and she would have left Qinghui Territory and plunged deep into the Chaos Domain. The situation would have become far more complicated then.

The deeper one ventured into the Chaos Domain, the greater the risks became, multiplying with every step. Not even a Legend, or even a Demigod, could set foot in the primordial source from which the Mortal World was born.

Thankfully, Westheid finally caught up to Mivana on the outskirts of Purity Forest.

The Wolf-eared Maiden seemed to have just finished a massacre. The bodies of Chaos Creatures were strewn across a devastated landscape. Rocks, giant trees, and murky streams alike had all been ravaged by some indescribable, immense power.

Westheid made no attempt to conceal his Magic Power, and Mivana naturally sensed it. The Wolf-eared Maiden slowly turned to face the man descending from the sky.

"Mivana, can you... still hear me?"

Westheid asked, clinging to a faint hope.

Her only response, however, was to slowly raise her Silver Sword. Her crimson-gold eyes surged with the purest killing intent.

The Lady Knight’s rampaging form hadn’t turned her into a complete beast, crazed and biting at everything in sight. On the contrary, aside from the crimson patterns blooming on her fair skin, her appearance hadn’t changed drastically.

Her posture was ramrod straight. Her beautiful, violet-black hair was matted with blood, its ends a withered, dead color.

Her exquisite, beautiful face could even be described as the very picture of indifference.

The rampaging girl moved like a machine executing a program of slaughter and destruction. The simple act of choosing a direction to advance in was the last shred of Mivana’s rationality.

’So that’s how it is. Her rationality has been completely devoured.’

Westheid nodded in understanding, his expression hidden beneath the Mask of Fallen Heaven as he unsheathed Shadow-Born.

"No matter. Even the Cursed Source Blood has its limits. I’ll just have to keep beating you until you come to your senses."

This was the simplest and most effective way to pull Mivana out of her rampage. Viona, the Star Lake Sword, had already proven it through her actions. And kids, it really works.

RUMBLE—

A low rumble of thunder echoed from the thick, dark clouds, and then... the heavens opened.

The instant the first raindrops struck the ground, the two figures, who had been standing in silent opposition, vanished. As if a frame had been cut from a film, they reappeared in the next instant, crashing into one another.

CLANG—

Amidst the dim downpour, the sparks from the clash of the Dual Swords were blindingly bright.

Shadow-Born was a Demon Blade; the Silver Sword, a Celestial Blessing. In terms of sheer rank, the former was undoubtedly a higher-Tier personal weapon, but when not used against Chaos, the gap between Shadow-Born and the Silver Sword wasn’t significant.

But weapons were merely an accessory; the true victor would be decided by the strength of the wielders.

Unfortunately, neither Westheid nor Mivana’s combat power could be measured by conventional Tiers right now. One relied on the complete release of her Tier T0 Talent, Cursed Source Blood, while the other used a Sacred Artifact containing faint, residual Divine Power to augment his strength.

’Fine. You get a power-up, I get a power-up!’

Even Westheid, an expert in power-level scaling, couldn’t tell which of them had the upper hand. But it didn’t matter. The only way to find out was to put it to the test.

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG—

After that first clash, they engaged in a fierce exchange. The blood-red blade and the sharp, cold Silver Sword traded blows at speeds imperceptible to the naked eye. Afterimages of Westheid and Mivana flickered across the ruined forest floor, each clash producing a shower of sparks that momentarily illuminated the darkening sky.

They moved like bolts of lightning, the sheer energy of their fight instantly vaporizing the torrential rain and shrouding them in a hazy mist.

After parrying that first strike, Westheid had a clear measure of Mivana’s strength. He held nothing back, swinging his blade with all his might.

KRA-KOOM—

The shockwaves from their collision shattered solid rock. Any stray ripple of force could uproot massive fir trees and tear fissures in the earth...

Such a display of power, while not quite at the level of a Legend, was frighteningly close. It was hard to believe such power was erupting from two Exemplar-Tier Transcendents.

’Taught by the same master... so I can’t break her form!’ (All thanks to the Star Lake Sword.)

The Knightly Hundred Arts that Mivana learned from Viona had been shared with Westheid wholesale, resulting in what was essentially a mirror match.

The combat techniques of the Knightly Hundred Arts were engraved in their very bones: how to swing a sword, how to exert force, how to strike directly at an enemy’s life. All these skills, honed to perfection, were virtually identical.

’This is like that one episode I dreaded as a kid... all mechanics, no numbers!’

"Hahaha! Mivana, it seems we’re both mechanics fiends!"

Westheid laughed with exhilaration. The fight with Mivana made his blood sing, and he almost forgot his original purpose.

Right now, all he wanted to do was fight, fight, fight, and fight until the whole goddamn world was turned upside down!