“Lord of Rot please have some decency and let the System run its game with us.” The Sword Saint still semi respectfully said.
“Yes, Lord we’re both unorthodox cultivators and I know how bad the backlash is even without meddling with lesser fates. Please take it slow a strong Heavenly Tribulation could kill you. Besides….. You aren’t strong enough to fight two Divine Monarchs in that state right?” The Cursed Monarch borderline threatened.
“Ah….. That’s where you are wrong. For the difference between an Early Autarch and two Divine Monarchs is still quite big even in this state but you’re welcome to try.” The Lord smiled strengthening his aura.
So be it. The Sword Saint sighed and immediately the Lord of Rot dodged a slash that sliced through 43 planets before stopping. Cursed Energy swathed over 37 planets and they all blew up after withering up. The Lord of Rot laughed and the breath counteracted the Cursed Monarchs attack. A blade made purely of Sword Intent suddenly slashed down on the Lord of Rot but a shield made of Rot appeared to block it. Cracks appeared all over and 60 planets blew up from the shockwave. It was only 0.00000124 seconds and already 140 planets blew up civilizations were wiped out entirely.
They flew through space at shocking speed outpacing the attacks themselves and they all indulged in the feeling of going all out at least two of them. An X slashed through space and time as the Lord of Rot felt time slow down around him restricting him. He grimaced and activated a skill as he slashed the air corrupting time itself making it loosen up letting him dodge the huge X that erased 82 planets. But he couldn’t dodge the huge sword the Cursed Monarch swung as he blocked with his palm sending him flying backwards smashing through hundreds of planets before stopping.
A long thin cut appeared on the Lord’s hand though a faint shimmer of a supercharged shield and a slight decrease in his aura told the two combatants that the Lord couldn’t keep on blocking that kind of attack. The Lord looked at the two from light years away and smiled his voice booming. “Keep it up!” The Sword Saint grinned as he let his visage fade away as his beard faded away a nearly bald head replaced with long flowing black hair. Shriveled muscles went back to their prime as they pulsed with barely restrained power. Even the seal on the Cursed Monarchs heart broke and a dark red color filled the man’s eyes.
The Lord smiled and sped towards them as he stook out his palm to attack. Twin beams of rot shot out and were sliced apart easily by the two buffed Monarchs. The Lord grimaced as he overestimated their strength. Both his arms were cut off but he sighed in despair. Was this the peak of their power? Disappointing. Immediately his arms grew back and he punched at the armor clad dummy. Immediately the armor shattered and he flew back leaving more destruction in his wake. At the exact same instant he grasped onto the Sword Saints sword and breathed on it decaying the Intent in it.
The Sword Saint staggered backwards to receive a palm to the chest but he stood there unfazed as his aura skyrocketed. A blue shine appeared in his eyes as he stabbed into the Lord’s heart. A bloody X appeared on the Lord’s chest as he stumbled back truly shocked. The space around him suddenly constricted as five red seals appeared around him four on the sides and one on the top. The Cursed Monarch was on the bottom slashing upwards.
The all out slash of the Cursed Monarch was incredible powerful. And The Lord of Rot stabilized himself before activating his buffing skill too. Instead of beefing up or shredding down he just withered into a frail looking thing that could barely be considered humanoid. Yet no one was fooled as his aura skyrocketed along with them. The Lord of Rot smashed his palm into the Sword Saint’s body and sent him barreling through planets. He immediately turned around to face the all out slash of the Monarch but he felt an ominous feeling as he looked at the Monarch’s attack.
An illusion! The Lord groaned as one of his malnourished arms was cut off from behind. He didn’t regrow this one and was met with a punch infused with the full power of the Heart Curse of a Divine Monarch and was sent barreling backwards into the blade of the Sword Saint. The blade went down and slashed a line across the Lord. The Lord stumbled forward as his body was basically sliced in two and he was missing an arm. Red energy suddenly flooded one of the Lord’s eyes and before the Sword Saint could decapitate him he did it himself. The Lord’s head went flying as multiple seals appeared making the head regenerate all of the body parts midair.
Both Divine Monarchs looked at each other and grimaced. They would have to destroy the head. The Lord smiled and a set of armor covered his body as his aura skyrocketed again surpassing both Monarchs. The Sword Saint used a skill and suddenly a septillion slashes appeared slashing all over the Lord. The Lord just stood there and laughed as he took no damage but it was a ruse. The Cursed Monarch punched the Lord in the chest a seemingly simple attack but the Lord felt a sense of mortal danger. Suddenly the Monarch’s power skyrocketed for a fraction of a millisecond.
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The Lord flew and tumbled over and over again through space. He halted after smashing through millions of planets and finally stopped on a moving asteroid. A dark red mark was clearly visible on his chest. Immediately he was blasted through the asteroid as the Cursed Monarch punched him again in the stomach. The Lord grimaced as he felt himself fly again he was getting out sped and out powered. Another fist met the top right of his helmet and shards of it flew as it cracked. The Lord stopped and caught the fourth fist with his hand but he was immediately pushed back thousands of light years. The Lord smiled but immediately the smile became a mask of anger as his arm was blown off and sent flying.
The Lord realized. The little Monarch was getting stronger with each punch! The fifth punch smashed into his back and he felt the power of gravity twist his body. He was sent flying back but wasn’t given time to prepare as A double fist punches 6 and 7 smashed into his body sending him down. The Lord groaned as his Rot War Regalia was smashed into pieces. The eight punch smashed into his mask again. Finally the already fragmented War Regalia couldn’t take it and was broken into pieces. The Lord smiled a bloody smile as he felt a rush of exhilaration. The ninth punch smashed into his head and he felt it bust open like a watermelon.
9 punches. The Cursed Monarch laughed this was the most Cursed Flashes he’s unleashed in a row. He groaned as he fell to his knees but before he could react he felt a sword poised at his neck. He knew that unleashing his full power would be a risk but he didn’t think the Saint would be this rash about it.
It was unfortunate as the cursed fiend was a good partner he shouldn’t be allowed to live and he would be saving the Sector. The Sword Saint smiled as he rid the world of another unorthodox cultivator.
A blade locked the Sword Saint’s blade in place and he stepped backward in shock at the rising Monarch. A epiphany! Immediately a portal opened up and the Sword Saint tried to retreat but the portal closed on him. He turned around to see a clawed hand smash into his neck dragging across space and throwing him upwards. The Monarch laughed as he relished the feeling of power he blasted upwards and punched again into the Sword Saint but was met with a sight he could never unsee. Four eyes marred the features of the Sword Saint and an undeniable evil resided within them. Four arms crossed and blocked the insanely strong punch.
“Looks like you’re not just a swordsman are you?” The Monarch questioned. “Alas no. I don’t walk the Path of pure Sword the Path is damaged and needs repairing after the true Sword God died. Instead I follow the path of Utility.” The Sword Saint responded surprisingly quick as most wouldn’t give up on their secrets. The Sword Saint smiled as he looked at the Monarch :”But again you aren’t also just a being who cultivates Cursed Energy drawing on sacrifices are you?” The Monarch felt affronted by the questions as he suddenly felt the curious eyes of the old man feel much more sinister. It was like a mad scientist after getting a human patient to experiment on.
The Monarch growled and pounced clawing at the four armed maniac. His hand slashed all over the maniac’s body and his blade wasn’t lazy as it performed a nearly perfect Quadra slash. The Saint was driven back as he used four blades one in each hand to block them. He immediately retaliated and swirled around slashing all four blades at different positions. But the Monarch was ready and he immediately slashed what seemed like air as it looked like he was blocking before he even needed to. But the Saint’s blade didn’t even reach the Monarch as it was seemingly blocked by pure air.
A clawed hand reached for the Saint’s heart and the Saint obliged slashing his blade straight towards the Monarchs head. The Monarch and the Saint smiled maniacally and for a second it seemed like they were both the same person. They may have cultivated different paths but in the end they were both power hungry battle junkies who enjoyed the thrill of battle and power. The Saint smiled as he felt his heart leave his body and the Monarch smiled as his head went flying. Both of them were locked in place as they were both unwilling to back down and break their Path.
Power surged as both combatants disengaged at the same time and immediately it was clear who had the upper hand. The Monarch laughed and dashed forward slashing off two of the Saint’s arms. The Saint wasn’t allowing himself get outdone though and he regrew his arms bashing his fists into the Monarchs chest bursting it open. The Monarch laughed maniacally and his aura intensified as he regenerated his chest and blocked a slash with his blade and brought his knee up just to be block by a second knee.
The fight went back and forth as both Monarchs pushed their Path and Body to the limit the full force of their inner worlds eminent. Then they both slammed with all their force on each other and felt their weapons fly out of their hands. Both of them exchanged a look and the Monarch deactivated his armor and ripped off his robe while the Sword Saint just tensed up his muscles and blew apart the robes. Four fists met two and immediately the Monarch felt a palpable tension. The Saint was much quicker with his four arms but the Monarch surprisingly had way more power behind them. A resounding boom sounded out as both of them railed each other with punches. Suddenly something clicked and the Monarch’s eyes went full white and the punch that seemed normal crackled with white energy and the Monarch felt the Cursed Energy he had amassed during this whole war deplete by a good 20% and he even felt his Heart Curse had weakened a bit.
The effect was instantaneous and the Saint was blasted back a huge hole in his gut. Another white punch and 20% Energy gone later the Sword Saint was sent flying back his four arms completely incapable of tanking the white punch. The four arms the Sword Saint used to block the punch were blown off and that wasn’t the full extent of the damage. A gaping hole was where the Sword Saints heart supposed to be. The Saint coughed up an astronomical amount of blood and looked up four eyes weary. The Monarch groaned and felt his Heart Curse slow down. Both Monarchs exchanged a glance and the palpable tension in the air dispersed and a flash of recognition showed between both combatants. 20 years from now will be the last time one of the Monarchs see the light of the sun.