Blade of the Goddess-Chapter 145

"Ughh." Zion groaned, feeling the infernal energy burn his chest. "Why is it that I always get beaten up when I face some new major threat? Like what the fuck man."

"You survived? Impressive." The woman said in a condescending tone, not taking him seriously."

Zion stood up and rotated his neck, cracking it on both sides. "Fuck off. I have a lot on my plate right now, and I don’t have the time for this. Why couldn’t you have been weak or something, so this could have ended quickly? Now I actually have to try."

"Oh? You think you can beat me?" She asked, her aura now becoming more violent.

"Bitch." Zion seized his palm, divine mana igniting in a blinding surge. Holy power flared outward as he drew a hilt from his hand, light twisting, steel forging itself midair into the legendary Sword of Forms. The moment the blade fully materialized, the atmosphere shattered with pressure. Zion’s aura erupted like a storm given form, shaking the sky itself. His presence became overwhelming and absolute. "I’m going to fucking end you."

"That’s the spirit!" She sprinted at Zion.

"Shut up!" He shouted, sprinting back at her.

Zion ducked under a scythe of infernal energy, sparks flying as it sliced through the wall behind him. He spun low, the Sword of Forms twisting into a lance mid-motion, jabbing toward her core—but she batted it aside with a curved infernal dagger, laughing under that warping black mist.

"Persistent," she taunted, vanishing into a cloud of black haze.

Zion’s eyes narrowed. ’Too fast... She’s not just strong, she’s sharp.’ The mist coiled around him, and she struck from the side—Zion barely blocked in time, skidding back from the force.

"Tch. Ugh, why couldn’t this have been an easy fight instead?" he muttered, switching to a flail mid-step and launching it in a wild arc. She ducked, rolled, slashed upward, and grazed his side.

He winced. "Okay. That actually hurt."

A burst of nano-bullets sprayed from his shoulders. She flipped backward, weaving through them, her laughter echoing again. Zion lunged with a sickle, caught her blade, twisted it—and she let go, spun, and kicked him square in the chest.

Zion hit the wall, grunted, then exploded forward with twin swords now in hand. Steel met infernal fire—again and again. They parried, dodged, and slid past each other with every movement razor-precise. He caught her wrist, went for her throat—she broke free with a knee to his ribs.

"Come on!" he snapped, staggering. "That should’ve worked!"

Her smile widened.

He jumped back, breathing hard. ’Her pattern—wait... she changed it again. She’s reading me like a damn book.’ He swapped to gauntlets, blocking her next flurry with his arms, throwing punches that forced her to backpedal.

Neither of them landed a clean blow for nearly a minute. Each strike was met with a counter. Each dodge answered by another dodge. It was skill vs. skill, speed vs. instinct—and the damn infernal energy made every second heavier.

Zion switched to a massive hammer and brought it down. She caught it—caught it—with an infernal chain, swung him over her shoulder, and slammed him to the ground.

He groaned. "Okay, yeah. You’re pissing me off."

Zion flared his aura, twisted his weapon into a spinning halberd, and clashed again. The impact cracked the ground beneath them, both sliding back, weapons steaming.

The assassin’s laugh filled the air once more as she pointed her sword at Zion. "You’re so predictable.

"Then why aren’t you beating me?"

"I’ll admit it, you’re strong. I’d be dead if it wasn’t for this, infernal energy I possess. But even then, you’re still predictable. The way you fight, I can tell that you’re not used to being beaten.

Zion shook his head, a light chuckle escaping his mouth. "I’ve been beat up more times than I can count."

"And how many of those times were a serious life or death battle?" She asked, her invisible grin widening.

Zion didn’t answer, only frowning slightly as he thought about the number. Since his youth, he was strong, stronger than he needed to be. Before embarking on his mission, he didn’t need to worry about fighting the superpowers of this world, he didn’t need to worry about always staying a step ahead, nor did he have to worry about demons.

All he was focused on was getting the ancient relics and building up Heaven’s Bane. Nothing more, nothing less.

Zion couldn’t help but laugh at his current self. He felt pathetic and idiotic. "I’ve faced death countless times, yet I still act this way. Again, I’ve gotten too comfortable. I really need to break that habit."

The assassin furrowed her brow. "What are you talking about?"

Zion pointed at her, his finger golden with a magic circle at the tip. "You’re dead." He smirked.

Runes etched into the air—one after another—then detonated in sequence as he waved his hand. Fire, ice, lightning, gravitational force. Each burst aimed precisely, forcing the assassin to weave, dodge, and deflect with infernal blades she conjured on the fly.

She vanished in a blink, reappearing behind him—only for her foot to land in a sudden trap rune. Zion snapped his fingers; the rune exploded, launching her backward into a storm of incoming arcane missiles. She managed to slice through them, but her cloak was smoldering now, movements just a fraction slower.

Zion spun a rune in midair and hurled a bolt of condensed mana, which curved unnaturally around her guard and clipped her shoulder. She hissed and slashed toward him with a whip of infernal energy—he barely blocked, tumbling back and landing smoothly. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

But then she adapted.

She was cutting through spells, evading the traps, anticipating the runes.

"Tch. Figures," Zion muttered, his fingers tapping his forearm.

A whir sounded as his suit lit up. Shoulder-mounted lasers fired rapid bursts, drones unfolded from his back, and micro-rockets blasted toward her with a high-pitched screech.

Now it was her turn to dodge desperately—infernal blades spinning defensively, mist wrapping around her limbs for speed. She disappeared in and out of sight, barely keeping up with the tech barrage. The lasers cut lines through her clothes, the rockets shattered her footing.

But then again, she adapted. A flick of her fingers, and her infernal energy sliced through his drones mid-air. She began weaving through the laser barrage like a phantom.

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