Chapter 2118 Sync
2118 Sync
With a flash, Emytheus' wings disappeared, 12 arcs of silver light curving through the air to combine with these 12 swords.
These 12 swords were the pinnacle creations of his Ancestor Haphaestus. Today, he would use them to kill the greatest enemy he had ever faced.
The swords expanded outward violently, becoming hundreds of meters long in an instant.
"Ha!"
Emytheus roared, his body shooting forward to meet Dyon's as his sword clashed with the vajra body's palms.
It was a clash that seemed to suck all of the sound and air out of the world. However, unlike in previous times, the two didn't destroy the world around them.
Dyon's crown radiated out fiercely, taking control of the world and containing their power. Now Dyon could fight to his heart's content.
As Emytheus' strength increased, so did Dyon's. A battle of improvement shook the skies, each fighting with their prides and lives on the line. As much as Emytheus didn't want to lay down and accept defeat, Dyon's resolve was just as tall.
It was no longer a simple battle of strength. It was one of wills.
Dyon's body glistened with illusory white flames for a moment before being enveloped by a sea of white, black and gold. His chaos flame, his purity flames, his golden arcs of lightning... Each subconsciously fused with his motions, becoming one with his attacks.
As his vajra body pulled qi, he too subdued this qi. As his vajra body conjured seas of flames and skies of lightning, he too manifested fires and unleashed thunderous streaks of gold.
His fist slammed into Emytheus' chest even as Emytheus' palm struck against his own.
His scythe hooked around Emytheus' head, pulling backing viciously as he used the momentum of Emytheus' own palm strike against him.
Emytheus' gaze flashed, the laws of the mortal plane distorting. Suddenly, his neck, which had just been before Dyon's scythe, suddenly appeared behind it, causing Dyon's attempt to miss completely.
Dyon didn't miss a beat, his scythe suddenly vanishing to appear in his still outstretched left hand, cutting off Emytheus' path to retreat.
A surge of aura erupted from Emytheus' body. He circulated the abilities of his Ancestor Demeter, a barrier of thick qi appearing around him that deflected Dyon's sudden strike.
Blood flew from the lips of both young men. They paused for barely a split moment before they charged toward one another once more.
A flurry of exchanges erupted, but the cycle seemed to be endless. Dyon would force Emytheus into a defensive position, only for Emytheus to dig deep into his reserves, wringing his talent dry and pushing himself past his limits.
Both were relentless in their pursuits, but Dyon's soul strength seemed to be endless.
It was unknown when, but Emytheus ceased using his Ancestor Apollo's ability to heal himself fully. As long as he could keep going, it was enough. Whether it was torn muscle or shattered bone, he would only spare the effort to heal them partially as he poured his everything into his combat strength.
It was then it happened. With a sudden clang Reaper's blade was sliced in half.
Though Dyon felt a pain in his heart as he heard Reaper's scream echo through his mind, he could only send his partner into what remained of his inner world, continuing to unleash his attacks in a rain of fists and knees.
Emytheus' gaze brightened. He had known that Dyon's Reaper wouldn't last for much longer. With it gone, a good portion of his fundamental runes had become useless.