Chapter 859 Hunting for Shade (16)


    SWOOOSH


    A de slipped past Ramon, one under his ownmand. He directed it to strike the man before him, a colossus wielding an enormous sword.


    The des under Ramon''s control circled the man like starving predators on the hunt, but that guy was phenomenal. He wielded his sword as if it was a damn tooth picker.


    <This guy likely has a brain crystal power that enhances his strength. >


    There weren''t any other chances. That sword was too big, and the man''s ease in wielding it was too extreme.


    But it wasn''t only that, that guy was also skilled. Many times Ramon attacked him from behind, and many times he failed delivering a lethal blow.


    No, he failed to deliver a single one. It was as though the man had eyes on the back of his head.


    Unperturbed by Ramon''s des, the giant charged forward, swinging his weapon in an arc to intercept Ramon''s strikes.


    But the band of giant''s mercenary was not stupid, it was clear that if he came under the range of that weapon, there wasn''t going much he could do against all that weight. He had to keep his distance.


    "You coward."


    "Calling me a coward?" Ramon said. He couldn''t help but scoff at the man. Cowardly acts? They didn''t matter in a battle where life and death had been on the bet.


    With a scoff, locking eyes with his adversary. "No, my friend. This is what true intelligence looks like."


    The man grunted and swung down his massive sword in a horizontal arc.


    As his massive sword sliced through the air, Ramon''s instincts kicked in. He ducked, the de whistling close above his head.


    However, if Ramon avoided the attack, the surrounding furniture weren''t that lucky.


    The powerful swing, missing its intended target, found another in the opulent décor of the room.


    A grand, ornately carved wooden chair, caught in the de''s path, was cleaved in two, its halves crashing to the floor in a cloud of splinters and dust.


    Nearby, a tall, elegant vase, perched on a pedestal, trembled from the force of the air disced by the sword''s movement. n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    It teetered for a moment before sumbing to gravity, shattering upon impact with the ground and scattering shards of porcin and fragments of once-beautiful flowers across the polished marble tiles.


    <Too much strength, and not a lot of finesse, > Ramon thought.


    Not wasting a moment, the mercenary unleashed his counterattack,manding his levitating swords to strike.


    One of his flying des darted forward, aiming straight for the man.


    However, with a quick adjustment, the giant countered, using his massive sword to deflect the attack.


    "Killing you will make me very famous, and very rich," the man said.


    "I guess there is a bounty on my head in the underworld, uh?"


    "And I will im it."


    Ramon doubled down on his attack,unching two of his levitating des towards the man.


    The man, anticipating the move, executed a masterful rotation of his colossal sword, positioning it with precision to intercept both swords.


    With a resounding ng, the sword''s broad surface collided with the iing des, halting their momentum dead in their tracks.


    The force of the impact sent vibrations down the length of the sword. The man''s arms tensed, muscles bulging under his armor as he absorbed the shock of the collision, his stance unwavering.


    The two des spun away, their trajectories altered but not destroyed.


    <To win here, I need to y it smart. This guy is tough. >


    Ramon had an idea. It was a daring one, but he doubted his opponent was going to anticipate his move.


    The man in front of him had both power, strength and skills, but it was clear there was something missing in him: Experience.


    As the man advanced towards Ramon with aggression, thetter deflected a series of rapid strikes.


    It wasn''t easy. The weight of the de was massive, and the strength the man exerted was incredible.


    The cold steel of Ramon''s de shed against his opponent''s, sending sparks flying into the room.


    After blocking a forceful strike, Ramon left his left side unprotected.


    The man, eyes gleaming with the anticipation of victory, could hardly conceal his satisfaction.


    "You are done," he said, certain of his impending triumph.


    However, Ramon was smirking.


    "Wha—"


    The following second, a couch nearby hit the man from behind. The behemoth didn''t see the piece of flying furniture; he didn''t even expect it.


    Ramon used his brain crystal power to seize control of the surroundings.


    His smirk vanished, reced by a look of sheer astonishment. The impact was thunderous; the sound reverberating through the room as the man was brought to the ground, the weight of the couch pinning him in a vulnerable position.


    A single second was enough to make him end up on the floor, his weapon out of his hands, and his opponent in front of him.


    The man tried to take his sword from the ground, but a foot pinned it down. It was Ramon''s. The guard raised his head and looked at Ramon in the eyes. There was fear in them.


    "How is that possible?" the man asked. "Shouldn''t you have been able to only move des?"


    Ramon looked at the man. His face was a mask of fear, disbelief, and disappointment.


    "This is the problem with you youngsters, you don''t think. My power is telekinesis, you idiot."


    With those words, multiple de sank into the guard''s body.


    From behind, from his front. Thest de lodged itself in the man''s skull, passing through the nape and bisecting the head at the mouth''s height. Blood streamed down like a fountain.


    "You should have trained more."


    With a calmmand, Ramon summoned his swords back to his side.


    The des glided through the air with precision, returning to their master as if beckoned by an invisible force.


    Taking a moment, he wiped each de clean, his movements deliberate and devoid of emotion.


    His face was a mask of indifference, betraying none of the intensity of the battle that had just taken ce. This was routine for the old man.


    Without a lingering nce at the man now dead beneath the heavy couch, Ramon turned on his heel and strode out of the room.