Strongest Nova: Path of Vengeance

Chapter 305: Fighting the Dark Figure

Stanley looked at the behemoth that stood before him. The shadowy figure that dropped smoke with the green scythe looked straight out of a nightmare.

Stanley was frozen, unsure how he was going to go about this fight at all. Nothing about the figure looked as though he could hurt.

The green bar above its head was so long that he feared how many times he would have to slash it to kill it.

The match started and Stanley dashed in, not caring about himself. He needed to cut it one way or another, and he needed to find out what he had to cut down first.

He walked into the darkness and found absolutely nothing he could cut down. He made his entire way through the middle of the thing and out the back, but he met nothing physical.

’The hell? What am I supposed to attack?’ Stanley thought as he walked out of the darkness.

He looked back at the figure and saw it raising its scythe slowly, targeting him. The scythe moved at a blazing speed, and Stanley barely managed to put up his sword to block the attack.

The attack still landed and Stanley found himself knocked away from the arena, slamming onto an invisible wall before falling down. He felt numbness all over his body from that one attack.

He slowly got up, unsure what he had done wrong. He looked up at his own green bar and saw that he had lost nearly 10% of it. What had damaged him? The attack or the slamming on the wall?

It didn’t matter at the moment.

The scythe was pulled back up, ready for another attack.

Stanley got ready to block it again but remembered that it didn’t work. He had to dodge it. He had to jump up when the attack came. He prepared for it and...

The attack was too fast.

Stanley felt himself get cut in half. He didn’t get blown back like the last time. He was just numbed the whole way through.

His green bar dropped by nearly 20% this time around, placing him just above 70%. This was horrible.

Stanley got back up, the numbness receding as he did so. The black hooded figure pulled back the scythe once more.

’I got the timing wrong the last time,’ Stanley thought. ’I need to be faster. Wait... wait... now!’

He jumped and a green streak passed right underneath him. The scythe missed.

Suddenly, the massive behemoth of a figure started reducing in size as all the dark fog surrounding it flew back into it. The figure was also reduced to the size of a regular human and was now nothing more than a person with a scythe.

Stanley’s eyes widened slightly.

Did he get it right? Could he...

Stanley needed to find out if he could attack the figure. He dashed back in and the figure fought like a normal person.

Stanley dodged and slashed him in the arm. There was feedback. Its health dropped a bit.

"Nice!" he cried out and began attacking relentlessly. The figure swung around its scythe but no matter how much it fought, Stanley was just one step ahead.

He kept slashing around, cutting it throughout its body. The attacks did minimal damage to it, but they added up. Pretty soon, he had made it lose close to 20% of its health.

Its blue bar kept on adding up, filling up quite quickly, but that didn’t matter to Stanley at the moment. Whatever happened when it reached full, he would deal with that eventually.

Suddenly, a blast from the figure pushed him back a little, and the dark fog began roiling out of him in all directions. Stanley looked around, trying to find the figure again, but he was within the dark fog, finding nothing to hit.

He frowned and quickly ran to the side. He looked back up to see if the figure had grown again. It had, and it had its scythe up.

’Shit!’ Stanley realized it was going to swing again. He prepared to dodge it and jumped.

The scythe passed beneath him. He waited for the figure to start reducing again, but it didn’t. ’Huh?’ he was surprised. Did dodging not do that?

The scythe pulled back again and came down. Stanley dodged once again, this time being a closer call than before. He had nearly been hit in his legs.

Then, the figure pulled back once more and swung down. As Stanley jumped, he realized his mistake. This time, he had to duck.

The scythe swung right through him, immediately reducing his health to nearly half. He fell to the ground, numb all over his body.

As he tried to get back up, he saw the figure slowly reduce in size again, becoming small. ’3 attacks. 3 attacks and he reduces.’

Stanley realized what was going on. He looked at his own blue bar, seeing that it was being close to filled. If he could hit it a couple of times more, he could fill it up.

He got back up and ran toward the figure. That was when he noticed something that he had missed initially.

The figure had its blue bar in full. As he ran toward it, it used its attack.

The scythe suddenly vanished from its hand. Stanley looked around to see where it was and quickly noticed that it had appeared on top of his head, rising to strike down.

Stanley ran to the side, jumping and rolling, but the scythe followed. It was locked onto him. He tried swinging at it, but the scythe turned out to be ethereal. There was nothing he could do.

The scythe raised high and swung down.

Stanley felt his entire body go numb and his vision waver as he fell down to the ground at that exact moment. When he came back to it, he saw the scythe had returned to the dark figure in the center, whose blue bar was completely empty.

Stanley looked up at his own bar and his heart nearly sank. He now had less than 5% of his health.