Chapter 413 Lyrian Versus Heath
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They surrounded a dead corpse, with his head chopped off and a shocked look on his face. It was Metaal who had died, his sword launched across the ground and his body in a pool of blood.
Lyrian's expression remained heartless as he faced the man who claimed to be the strongest.
'He died so fast that I couldn't even do anything. But, I don't think I would have done anything there anyway. He was too overconfident.' Lyrian looked up and faced Heath who had a slight smirk on his face.
'Scan.'
┏━━━Scan━━━┓
Name: Heath Killian
Species: Human
Bloodline: Killian Dynasty
Age: 18
Overall Power (OP): 18
Health: 185/185
Stamina: 181/181
Strength: 180
Agility: 185
Defense: 195
"I thought that was exactly what you did to Metaal though, no?" Lyrian retorted, pushing his heel into the ground and moving to the side of the spear.
He then twisted his body around along with this blade and sliced at Heath's cloak.
The boy's cloak also had a protective barrier around it, but Lyrian was just happy to be able to land a hit.
As Lyrian's blade clanged off, Heath jumped back, "What!? Don't speak rubbish. I beat Metaal fair and square using this technique that I was born with."
"A pathetic technique," Lyrian said out loud.
"The same one that just deflected your blow? But... I must say, you don't seem to be complete trash. I'm surprised you actually managed to get to my body." Heath proclaimed.
Lyrian looked at him with disdainful eyes, "You think too highly of yourself, cocky bastard." He paused, as Heath looked at him with furrowed brows, "This protective barrier that has shielded you your entire life has made you forget the fact that you're just some weakling with no real talent. If that wasn't the case, I should have never been able to touch you."
A vein in Heath's forehead popped out, "Erggh... that's it! I don't have to listen to you! I'll just kill you instead! I was ordered to take you in alive, but I know you won't comply with that, so you're dead meat!" Heath got serious, moving forward at a faster speed than before.
At that moment, Lyrian clenched his jaw, "Hit him, Zuuc, but don't kill him." He said under his breath, as a purple shadow aura formed around him.
As Heath's spear neared a few inches from Lyrian's face, a green hand emerged through the shadow behind the small boy.
Zuuc punched through the tip of the spear, obliterating it as his punch landed straight onto Heath's face.
For a split moment in time, the protective barrier around Heath's face withheld the force of Zuuc's punch.
But it eventually gave in and disappeared, overwhelmed by the force.
Zuuc's fist hit him with a mind-boggling impact that the teen had never personally felt before.
His nose was crunched and caved into his face immediately, as his entire body was propelled away at a hundred miles per hour.
He slammed against a large tree before falling face flat onto the ground with the flat face that Zuuc had created.
"Go back in," Lyrian muttered again. Zuuc's hand retracted back into Lyrian's dark aura and it all absorbed back into his shadow at a quick speed.