Chapter 885 - So Close, Yet So Far
Ting Ting Ting Ting.
The tension in the air was fierce and stronger than ever.
Everyone was engaged in battle.
Even those who lost their leaders didn't find it easy to escape the battleground.
Even if they went outside, the situation might still be the same because those around the area were also knee-deep in battle.
Within the building, many fell and died, instantly dwindling their numbers down significantly.
Everyone's eyes were alert and keen as they observed their surroundings.
As for the stars of the show, they dared not relax their guard because right now, they felt that they were even closer to victory than before.
All they had to do was kill the two enemies before them and the battle would be over.
More still, they had more men outside the City coming to help them out.
So all they had to do was ensure their survival.
All 3 men attacked each other all at once, finding an opportunity to deal with their opponents sneakily.
And all this time, Ulrich had never overly exerted his strength, as he just continued defending against his opponents.
You could say that he was waiting for them to lose their stamina.
Right from the very beginning, even when fighting with Winston, he didn't even use his full strength because he knew that both he and Winston had roughly the strength.
So if they went all out together, he would tire himself too fast because Winston wasn't an easy target to kill.
And even if he finally killed him, he would still have to fight the rest... In this case, Duke Osias.
So thinking like that, he conserved his energy, didn't talk or even make any attacks.
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Ulrich played it out as if he was barely struggling to survive their assaults, which gave the idiots more motivation and pride.
Winston in particular, was so happy at the thought that he was better than Ulrich, so much so that he started laughing cynically, sending attacks haphazardly, wasting his strength.
Of course, Winston attacked Duke Osias in the same manner.
But when he found that the duke wasn't as 'obedient' as Ulrich, he grew angrier and felt that the duke was looking down on him.
Just remembering their earlier conversation made his blood boil.
Why were these old geezers fighting them for the throne?
If this bastard weren't here, then he would've been the victor right after killing Ulrich.
He borrowed his brows in anger and glared his fangs at the duke.
Of course, the duke also had some scores to settle with Winston, who cursed him to die earlier.
Both looked at one another and subconsciously focused on themselves, giving little attention to Ulrich.
In truth, both Winston and Duke Osias had very similar attitudes.
They hated 'disobedient' people who didn't suffer any blows from their attacks.
It was as if these people were saying that they were nothing.
So thinking like that, both were afraid that while dealing with Ulrich, the other might sneak attack them.
That's why their eyes always fell on each other from time to time.
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One might think that they were foolish and judge them.
But when in battle, one's mind would operate as it liked.
Some decisions might be wrong, while others end upright.
But if everyone were right, then there would be no loser.
Even back on earth, several ancient rulers lost battles and even their memories due to some dumb decisions.
Those in the future could question what the hell these people were thinking of.
But that was because they were fortunate to be born in a time that bettered their understanding of things.
More still, they were just bystanders and weren't actually within the battlefield.
Because if they were, they would know that it was a different feeling altogether.
No matter what sessions these people made, it was their instincts, personalities and willingness to win that led them there.
With that, Winston and Osias, feeling not much threat from Ulrich, turned most of their attention to themselves instead.
Ting Ting Ting Ting.
Their swords clashed against one another fiercely.
Greenish veins filled Winston's hands as he started growing tired from it all.
From a logical point of view, it was best that he utilized this time that he was still in a good strength range to deal with Osias.
Because even if he wanted energy and took out Ulrich who was a small fry, then how would he later deal with this troublesome uncle of his that seemed full of vigour?
It was best to take out Osias now and use the rest of his energy to focus on Ulrich.
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Thinking like this, Winston squinted his eyes while waiting for an opportunity to strike.
And as if the heavens heard his thoughts, the small fry Ulrich attempted to strike Osias for the first time.
Winston smiled cruelly and stroke Osias the moment he blocked the attack.
Ptchu.
Osias glared at the loathsome Winston in rage.
He only noticed the attack when it was also too late.
And at that point, there was nothing he could do because he was also fending off Ulrich's attack as well.
Did they plan it?
F***!
They had planted him.
The attack pierced his heart, leaving a spine-tingling amount of pain that caused him to grit his teeth, trying to bear it all.
Who would've known that a few hours after he was mourning Julius' death, he would follow later on?
At least his brother, Julius, was fortunate that he would be adequately buried and would go way ahead of them in the line of souls.
He felt like he would soon join Bulkington in the 100,000-year march on the line.
He was so close to the finish line, so why did he have to lose now?
Instantly, a deep sense of hatred filled his heart when he glanced at the duo before him.
No!
He wanted them to follow him.
Thinking like that, he used the last ounce of strength in his body and went berserk.
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"Ahhhhhhh!
I want you both to die!!! Especially you, Nephew!"
Osias swung his sword mightily towards Winston, who was the main culprit that caused his death.
He didn't mind if Ulrich survived, but Winston had to join him.
Ting.
Osias sent a day attack towards Winston as if he were about to hit a tennis ball.
Ting.
Winston blocked the attack and instantly pushed back.
Osias attacked again twice until his body suddenly stopped functioning and collapsed.
He trembled on the ground like a fish out of water with unwillingness as he looked at Winston.
And in a few seconds, he was gone.
But did Winston have time to celebrate?
No.
His focus was all on Ulrich.
One down, one more to go.