My crazy Cultivation Path

CHAPTER 133

POINT OF VIEW – ASTI AND DARLIUS

Screams and roars filled the air, turning the whole place into pure chaos.

Asti, Darlius, Iloy, Dirios, and Degis were facing off against Galion and Lusus.

Zulo, Julius, and Dahlia lay on the ground not far from them, out cold.

Panting hard, Dirios glanced at the three bodies and spat between breaths:

“Seriously… if there’s EVER a time to wake the fuck up, it’s RIGHT NOW.”

Even with the numbers on their side, the five of them were barely holding their own against Galion and Lusus.

Wielding a tachi, Galion fought in an insanely fast, almost dancing style.

Time and again he’d traded lightning-fast blows with Asti and his heavy longsword, then with Iloy and his thin rapier.

Those three were quick. Damn quick.

But Galion outclassed them with terrifying mastery.

Fuck… he’s way too good.

Asti thought, grinding his teeth.

Asti and Iloy had teamed up to take him down, but the gap was just too damn high.

Suddenly, Galion raised his sword arm, leveling the tachi horizontally.

Asti and Iloy exchanged wary, startled looks. What the hell was he about to pull?

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As if to answer, Galion charged.

Hips zigzagging, arm angle shifting nonstop, he rushed them like a shadow.

Right in front of Asti, he faked an overhead slash. Asti raised his blade to block… and took a monstrous kick straight to the liver that nearly made him puke.

Galion instantly followed with a vicious diagonal slash.

BAM.

The strike was parried by Iloy, who’d used his gravity ability to close the distance at insane speed.

“Get ready, Galion. If you’re going all out… then so am I!”

He didn’t even finish the sentence — a lightning sweep from Galion’s leg sent him crashing down.

Galion wasn’t talking. He never talked.

Iloy recovered mid-fall, bringing his guard high and slashing downward with everything he had.

CRRRRR.

The tachi scraped the ground. Galion spun instantly and blocked Iloy’s counterattack.

A cocky grin crept across Iloy’s face.

“So? Ready to talk now?”

Galion stared straight into his eyes.

“Arrogant.”

Then, still gripping his tachi, he grabbed Iloy’s face with his free hand and smashed it violently into the ground.

…Shit, my back.

Iloy thought, dazed.

He didn’t even have time to groan. Above him, Galion positioned the tachi vertically and brought it down.

Iloy gritted his teeth. Death was coming.

But Galion suddenly twisted, throwing himself backward.

A blade had just carved open his abdomen in a diagonal slash, leaving a gaping wound.

Iloy turned his head: Asti, blood dripping from his mouth, kept pressing the attack with pure rage.

“Get up, you idiot! You really think you’ve got time to stare at me like a dumbass?!”

Iloy grimaced and forced himself back to his feet.

“Fine… but I’ve only got about a minute left. We end this fast.”

The two of them rushed Galion again. He kept his guard high, unshaken.

Asti slashed downward diagonally. Galion brought his own blade down to parry.

Normally, the two swords should’ve clashed.

But only Asti’s blade bit into flesh.

Shocked, Galion looked for Asti… and realized he was no longer in front of him — he was on his right flank.

“Think you’re the only one who can move?!” Asti roared.

Even in agony, Galion seized Asti’s embedded sword and yanked him forward violently.

At that exact moment, like a gust of wind, Iloy appeared right in front of him.

“GRAVITY ×10!”

One clean downward strike.

Galion’s right arm flew off, severed without resistance.

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

For the first time, Galion screamed.