Chapter Thirty: Rexx of Ragnar

Yozora stood still, Cerulean sheathed at his side, his mind razor-focused. The wind blew softly, carrying with it the sharp scent of blood from the battlefield. He could hear the sound of Rexx's boots grinding into the dirt as the brute planted his feet for another attack. Yozora’s eyes narrowed, his senses heightened.

Without warning, Rexx charged forward, his massive axe glinting in the sunlight. With a deafening roar, he swung the weapon down with terrifying force, aiming to split Yozora in half. The sheer power behind the strike caused the ground to tremble.

In a flash, Yozora sidestepped, his movements like a blur of blue light. He circled behind Rexx, slashing with pinpoint precision at his exposed back, hoping to land a critical hit. His katana cut through the air, slicing through Rexx's cloak. But as the fabric fell away, Yozora’s heart sank. Rexx’s skin was like armor—hardened and impenetrable.

“He’s an Augmenter,” Yozora muttered, his mind racing.

Rexx glanced over his shoulder, a cruel grin spreading across his face. “That weak little scratch? It won’t do shit against me.” With a swift turn, he swung his axe in a wide arc, aiming to catch Yozora off guard.

But Yozora’s reflexes were too fast. He deflected the blow with his katana, their weapons clashing in a burst of sparks that sent shockwaves through the air. For a brief moment, they were locked in a deadly dance, their movements creating gusts of wind that rippled across the battlefield.

With a roar, Rexx tensed his muscles, winding up a devastating blow. His speed was shocking for his size, and Yozora barely managed to deflect the attack, but the sheer power of it sent him sliding backward, his boots digging deep into the dirt as he struggled to regain his footing.

Panting, Yozora regrouped, his eyes never leaving Rexx. He pivoted again, circling his opponent, moving so fast that afterimages appeared in every direction. Rexx, frustrated by the illusion, spun and delivered a powerful backfist to one of the afterimages—only to realize he had been tricked.

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Two more afterimages appeared above Rexx’s head, taunting him. He slashed at them wildly, but his axe met only air. And in that instant, Yozora appeared from below, his katana flashing in the sunlight. “Cerulean Fumi: Form Four—Helix Arc!” Yozora unleashed a crescent-shaped wave of Hindo, the energy ripping upwards from his katana like a tearing wind.

Rexx leaped back at the last second, the attack grazing him but not inflicting any serious damage. He landed heavily on the ground, his breathing ragged but his grin unshaken.

“I underestimated you, boy,” Rexx said, his voice filled with contempt. “But only a little.” His eyes burned with fury as he tore the remains of his cloak from his body, revealing his muscular frame covered in scars. “The old you? You would’ve killed me in an instant. But now? You’re a pathetic shadow of your former self.”

He spit on the ground, eyes locked on Yozora with murderous intent.

“Raimu: Axe of Ragnar!” Rexx bellowed, and his axe transformed in his hands, red electricity crackling around the blade. The air grew thick with tension as the energy from his weapon pulsed like a living thing.

“Better not let this hit you,” Rexx sneered, the bloodlust clear in his eyes. “Or you’ll be minced meat.”

In a flash, Rexx charged, moving with blinding speed. Before Yozora could fully react, Rexx was already upon him, his axe swinging downward in a devastating arc. Yozora raised his katana to block, but the impact was overwhelming. The ground beneath Yozora shattered like glass, spiderweb cracks radiating from where he stood. His arms trembled under the sheer force.

Rexx grinned viciously, leaning in closer. “I told you not to get hit.” He growled, activating his technique. “Raimu: Axe of Ragnar Fumi—Red Arc!”

A surge of red electricity shot through Rexx’s axe, its current blasting into Yozora’s body. Agony ripped through him as the shock tore at his muscles, his vision flashing white with pain. His teeth clenched, gritting against the burning energy coursing through his veins.

Before he could recover, Rexx delivered a brutal front kick to Yozora’s gut, sending him hurtling through the air. Yozora crashed into a nearby building, the force of the impact collapsing the structure around him, debris and dust filling the air.

As the dust settled, Rexx stood over the wreckage, his axe resting casually on his shoulder. He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed through the battlefield. “Is this all the legend has to offer?” he jeered. “You’re nothing without your full power. You’re just... weak.”

But just as Rexx turned to leave, a faint hum filled the air. The rubble shifted, and from beneath the debris, a figure slowly began to rise. Yozora, bloodied but alive, stood amidst the wreckage, his eyes glowing a fierce blue, his katana shimmering in his hand.

“Cerulean… Fumi: Final form Neutron Stars Gaze” Yozora whispered, his voice steady despite the pain.

Rexx’s laughter died in his throat, his expression hardening as Yozora took a step forward.

Yozora's lips curled into a cold smile. “You want to see what I can do, Rexx? Let me show you.”

The air around Yozora crackled with energy, the ground trembling beneath him. Rexx tightened his grip on his axe, his earlier confidence wavering. Something in Yozora had changed—something dark.