I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 705 Not Enough

Aerchon gritted his teeth. His grip tightening around his Magic sword. He could feel the weight of the battle pressing against him. The realization of what they were up against. A traitor that once he called uncle, and a disturbing construct that he had made.

Eryndor was unlike anything he had fought before. He wasn't just strong, he can also changes his body to evolve. Aerchon can see that he will be able to absorbed and countered every attack they made because his body alredy changing.

But Aerchon wasn't about to back down againts that abomination.

Without a word, he lunged forward.

His blade cut through the air with blinding speed, aimed directly for Eryndor's head. The cybernetic Elf's eyes flickered and analyzing the trajectory in an instant.@@@@

Just as the attack was about to land, Eryndor's neck twisted unnaturally, avoiding the blade by mere inches. The moment Aerchon's attack missed Eryndor immediately retaliated.

A metallic limb lashed out like a whip, his arm morphing mid-motion into a serrated blade.

Aerchon twisted his body, narrowly evading the slash as sparks flew from the floor where the weapon attack landed.

He planted his foot and countered, bringing his sword in a fast wide arc. But again, Eryndor's body adjusted, his armor plates shifting to his flesh part, forming a reinforced guard that deflected the blow.

"I need to be faster."

Aerchon poured his speed into the fight, his attacks becoming relentless and faster. His sword became a blur of light and striking from all directions, looking for a gap that could be exploited.

But with each clash, Eryndor's movements became smoother.

Then, in a single devastating instant, instead of Aerchon, Eryndor found his opening.

He caught Aerchon's sword mid-swing. His fingers that reinforced with hidden mechanisms clamped down so strongly.

The sheer force behind his grip sent a sharp vibration through the blade. Before Aerchon could react, Eryndor's other arm shifted then transforming into a long gleaming spear aimed directly at his chest.

Aerchon had only a fraction of a second. He let go of his sword and threw himself backward just as the spear shot forward.

The tip of the weapon grazed his armor, slicing through the fabric and drawing a thin line of blood across his torso. He landed in a crouch and breathing heavily, his sword still trapped in Eryndor's grasp.

Behind him, the others watched in tense silence. Vael's knuckles were white around his bow, and Sylra's fingers twitched near her daggers, waiting for the right moment to strike as well.

Eryndor tilted his head slightly, his artificial gaze locked onto Aerchon. Experience more tales on My Virtual Library Empire

And Aerchon was already in motion.

Using the explosion's momentum, he lunged forward, his body twisting mid-air. His fists that now wrapped in surging Magical energy became his new weapons.

BAM!

Aerchon's first strike slammed into Eryndor's exposed side. The impact sent cracks rippling across his armored plating, forcing him back.

BAM!

BAM!

A second and third strike followed.

Eryndor struggled to counter. His adaptive body tried to shift and compensate but Aerchon wasn't fighting in a pattern anymore. He wasn't using calculated swordplay or predictable strikes. For years, he already trained his body to the fullest. Not just in Magic control but also in physical battle.

He was fighting like a storm now and became to wild and unstoppable for Eryndor.

Sylra's eyes widened slightly. This was why Saeldir wasn't worried. Aerchon was more than just a swordsman or Magic fighter. He had also trained in combat that didn't rely on weapons alone.

Eryndor unable to fully adapt now so he went on the defensive. He raised his arms, trying to block, but Aerchon's fists burned with Magical force, breaking through his defenses piece by piece.

Then, with a final leap, Aerchon flipped over Eryndor and landing behind him. His right hand crackled with concentrated Magic, forming into a pure white blade made of energy.

With a single flashing arc he sliced straight through Eryndor's back.

A deep wound tore through the cybernetic Elf's frame. Sparks flew wildly as something inside him failed. His body spasming as his mechanical components flickered.

The moment his feet hit the ground, Aerchon didn't even look at what he was done. He simply exhaled and straightened.

Behind him, Eryndor stood frozen. Then his body collapsed to one knee.

Aerchon looked at Laston with sharp and challengin eyes.

"That's your champion?" he asked.

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