Chapter 130: The Ultimate Curse
Beetho vs. Seraph: About to begin.
Beetho uses his second skill, {Wind Foot}. Green Wind Foot, spinning with his right foot. Beetho releases green energy, directed at Beetho's level.
Beetho flies directly towards Seraph. Pewwww!
Seraph is sleeping soundly. Seraph's body is beginning to sleepwalk, like the tossing and turning of a restless person.
The slumber is revealed, a faint smile on his face.
Seraph's eyes are still closed.
Beetho rushes towards Seraph, looking at the Cursed Staff.
Beetho's sword strikes the staff. Pew!
The staff rises, and Seraph leaps into the air, his left hand still gripping the staff. Boom!
The sword and staff collide.
Beetho looks towards Seraph. Seraph's left hand refuses to let go of the staff.
Beetho sees Seraph and Seraph's hair fall down. Because Seraph looked down at himself, his right foot raised into the sky.
Seraph's right foot swung straight towards Beetho's face. Pew!
Beetho lunged back away from Few! BOOM!
A wave of cursed energy was released. The ground and the collision made no sound.
There was silence, just like everything else in this place.
No sound was allowed.
Beetho lunged back, his expression remaining calm. "So it is. Even though it's a low-level curse, it cannot be underestimated."
Beetho lunged towards Seraph. Pew!
Beetho flew in close range, his right foot, the wind spirit, kicked towards Seraph. Pew!
Seraph thrust his right hand into the wind foot. Pew! Pew! Boom!
On the ground, the cursed staff pierced the ground, and a single spike thrust out, shooting up towards Beetho. Pew!
Beetho used his sense of the surrounding spirits and could detect the thorns' attacks.
Beetho soared into the sky. Pew!
BOOM!
The thorns chased Beetho.
Beetho swooped down and swung his sword, cutting off the thorns. BOOM!
The thorns were cut off, and Beetho's right foot swung toward Seraph. Pew!
Seraph raised his feet and hands to block. Pew! Pew! BOOM!
Pew! BOOM!
Seraph landed unscathed, but was struck by a stick on his left foot, which pierced the ground, reducing the impact.
Beetho flew straight toward Seraph. Pew!
"I can't believe a five-year-old boy has the ability to make me fight seriously. Was I right to be cautious after seeing that evasion was a curse that gave him fighting ability?"
Beetho swooped down. Seraph stood still, his hair moving with the force of the wind from his wind foot.
Seraph dodged the wind kick. Whoosh!
Beethoven's wind kick landed on the ground. Boom!
Beethoven landed on the ground, his sword in hand slashing towards Seraph. Phew!
Seraph raised his cursed staff to block the sword. Boom!
Beethoven used his wind kick to create wind power, launching himself towards Seraph. Phew!
Seraph couldn't handle the impact and was pushed back. Boom!
Seraph dodged to reduce the impact. Phew!
Seraph dodged and swung his cursed staff at Beetho. Phew!
Beetho switched from wind kick to wind kick on his left hand.
Beethoven used his left hand to use his second skill, raising it to block Seraph's attack. Boom!
Beethoven swung his sword at Seraph, ready to counterattack.
Seraph dodged behind Few, dodging the sword.
Seraph retreated and stood still.
Beetho sighed. "Very good. Your speed might not be that fast, but this fighting technique is unpredictable. It's like fighting a master. No, it's fighting something even stranger. This curse isn't some low-level ability they're talking about.
"
Beetho charged his spirit energy into his Wind Foot.
The Wind Foot released a burst of wind, blowing leaves through the air.
Beetho raised his right foot and fired a wind energy half the size of a tree, attacking forward. Whoosh!
A burst of green wind shot towards Seraph, blowing everything around it.
Seraph's hair fluttered in the wind.
A green wind like a gust of wind shot out, about to strike Seraph.
Seraph thrust his staff into the ground. Smack!
A black root shot out, piercing the wind spirit from behind. Pew!
The green wind was destroyed, and the wind spirit energy… Dissipated with a back attack. Boom!
The roots shot towards Seraph's face, just moments away from hitting Seraph's face. Pew!
Beethoven's wind foot swung towards Seraph's back.
Beethoven then lunged behind Seraph, using his wind spirit to draw attention.
"I'm done?"
A spike struck the wind foot. Boom!
Seraph swung his foot towards Beetho, then leaped back with a kick. Pew! Pew!
Beethoven swung his hand to block the attack. Boom!
Seraph's right leg was shattered, unable to withstand Beethoven's spirit pressure. Boom!
It was like slashing a blade with his bare hand. Seraph's body hadn't yet reached the level of a first-class martial artist, so it was considered an ordinary body.
Red blood and pieces of Seraph's flesh flew towards Beetho. Pew!
Beetho used his right hand to create a powerful explosion. Shoot towards Seraph! Few!
Seraph swung his staff in his hand to block the attack. Few! Boom!
Seraph flew backwards. Few!
Red blood from his right foot floated in mid-air.
But it was blown away by the wind.
Seraph landed and stabbed the ground with his staff to regain his balance.
Seraph's face stared down at the ground.
Beethoven flew towards Seraph, not wanting to let the opportunity to attack slip away. Few!
A gust of wind created, blowing Seraph's hair back.
Beethoven's right hand swung a punch towards Seraph's face. Few!
Seraph pulled his staff from the ground and swung it up to strike Beethoven!
Beethoven blocked Seraph's attack with his right hand. Boom!
His right hand was strengthened by the spirit of wind, allowing him to grip the staff.
Blue eyes stared into Beetho's eyes.
Beethoven's left hand swung a punch towards Seraph. Few!
Seraph swung his right fist and clashed. Whoosh! Boom!
The sound of fists colliding, Seraph's right hand broken and the bones crushed like a stone crushing a human hand.
Bright red blood stained Beetho's hand.
Beetho's left fist collided with Seraph's face. Thud!
Seraph, seconds before being knocked unconscious by Beetho's punch, woke up.
Then he fainted again. Seraph transformed into Sleeping Beauty once more.
Seraph's body collapsed.
Beetho stood looking at Seraph's unconscious body, his cheek covered in blood, with roots burrowing into Seraph's mouth.
"A fragile body, but able to fight me. What curse?"
The cursed staff closed his eyes tightly.
As Seraph's blood flowed uncontrollably, the curse still clung to Seraph's body.