Chapter 794: Clash
Raising his sword, Tristan blocked the kick of Jian.
Despite blocking the luck, just a simple push was enough to push Tristan off the building. His body fell off the building.
"Your sword isn't half bad. It seems like it left a scratch on my sheath last time. I must give you credit. However, you need to die now."
Jian turned back, finally shifted his attention to the main last. Milena stood on the other end of the building, still holding the head of Jiani as her red eyes turned even bloodier.
"Now, no one will disturb us," Jian said, smiling.
....
Arthur appeared in a distant part of the city with Kellian and Dallas. He looked around, waiting for Milena, but she still wasn't there.
"Where are the others?" Kellian asked, confused as well. "Did they stay behind?"
"Maybe. I'll go check. You two stay here. Oh, and here is a phone. Talk to Kane. He will tell you everything. I'll go check what happened!"
Arthur gave a phone to Kellian before he disappeared, going back.
Arthur appeared back before Milena, noticing the head of Jiani in her hand. "This...?"
"Sigh, just when I thought I'd deal with Milena, another pest comes. Fine, I'll deal with you too."
Jian tapped his foot on the ground as his figure moved like lightning. He appeared before Arthur, attacking; however, he felt something around his neck.
An invisible rope had wrapped itself around the neck of Jian. The rope pulled Jian high in the sky before tossing him away.
Jian's body flew uncontrollably, crashing on the window of a distant building. The window shattered as Jian fell inside.
"Your M-" Arthur turned right, glancing at Milena.
Milena gave the head of Jiani to Arthur. "No one will take more from me, even if it's him."
A terrifying aura surrounded her, which only spread outward. The aura of death felt all too familiar to Arthur. He remembered seeing that same aura before when Milena fought in the Continent of Darkness.
She was not only serious, but she was in a mood to destroy whatever she could. She was filled with bloodlust as she had never been before.
Arthur understood why it happened as well. Jiani wasn't just a member of the Nobles. She was like a sister to Milena. She was like a family.
Even though she and Arthur had a little back and forth, even he considered her a dear friend. Holding her lifeless head in his hand, even he felt broken.
Milena disappeared after giving the head to Arthur.
She appeared inside the building where Jian had crashed.
Jian had barely managed to stand up when he felt an aura.
He couldn't even see Milena inside the room. He could only feel her aura all around him.
"No wonder you managed to scare the Warlock Council. You're fast."
Milena didn't respond. She appeared before Jian.
"There you are!" Sending Milena, Jian turned back, swinging his sword.
As his sword moved, it was as if the time stopped completely. His sword moved so fast that everything seemed slow before it. Even Milena's hands moved towards Jian slowly, compared to the sword.
Within a fraction of a second, the Sword sliced the head of Milena, but before he could take a victory lap, he felt a cold hand around his neck.
His body was dragged back and ultimately stomped on the ground.
Even after being thrashed, he didn't let his sword fall.
"I'm not allowed to kill you, but I don't have to kill you to get what I want."
Thud~
Milena stomped her foot on the right wrist of Jian, crushing his wrist.
The bones of his wrist shattered, yet he didn't make a noise. The sword finally dropped from his hand through.
Milena stomped on his right hand once more before onto both his legs. She crushed his knees as well before ultimately targeting his left hand.
Winds started intensifying in the room slowly, circling everyone.
"You know, I don't like pain," Jian said, sighing.
"Is that so? You should've said sooner. I would've enjoyed it more!"
Milena bent forward, grabbing Jian by his hair.
"You used this sword to kill her? It's only fair if I return the favor with the same sword." Using her other hand, Milena grabbed the Sword of Jian that had fallen on the ground.
She raised the sword. Jian felt the sword in someone else's hand. His smirk widened as he smiled.
"A big mistake."
The Sword started vibrating fiercely. An energy blast came from the sword, tossing Milena out the window. The blast destroyed. The windows and everything else in the room, however, it didn't harm Jian even the slightest.
Jian turned his broken body around and held the sword, which dropped to the ground again.
He grabbed the sword with his left hand, raising it high.
Milena flew up the building and entered the room, only to notice the mocking smirk on the face of Jian as he thrust the body towards his neck.
Before Milena could respond, the sword of Jian stabbed his throat. His eyes widened in pain as a trail of blood came down his lips. His smile still remained the same though.
His eyes lost their shine. His body lost its strength. The sword dropped to the ground once again.
"Nooo!" Milena didn't want to kill Jian as that meant he was going to recover; however, she was too late to stop it.
She flew towards Jian, whose body started healing on its own. All broken bones of his started healing as his body recovered to its initial state, where he was perfectly fine.
"You heal, but it doesn't matter. The more you heal, the more I'll break you! But this time, you won't be allowed to kill yourself!" Milena kicked the Sword of Jian, not taking the risk of touching it again.
The Sword slid away, stopping near the wall.
"Now to you."
Milena raised her fingers. This time, she wasn't going to break his bones. This time, she was going to make him completely useless by cutting all his limbs.
Four sharp knives made purely of wind appeared, two above the hands and two above the feet.
The knives slowly moved closer to the skin of the man.
Jian's fingers moved slowly as soon as the wind blade touched his skin. A strong barrier appeared around Jian's skin, protecting him against the wind blades.
The thin layer of Barrier couldn't be broken by the wind knives. Jian's eyes opened slowly. His eyes remained blood red as well, unlike his old pair of eyes as if he was a different person entirely. His face also appeared more mature.