The First Dragon God-Chapter 120: Fighting Liliana (3)

Leo stood barely upright, his body broken and battered, held together only by his sheer will.

His breathing came in shallow, ragged gasps. His vision blurred, with Nightshade slipping from his hand, due to his weak trembling fingers being unable to hold it anymore.

Lilliana stood across from him, her expression unreadable. The faint cut Leo had managed to inflict on her leg was the only mark on her flawless appearance.

Her violet eyes glimmered with cold amusement, but beneath that was extremely annoyance at Leo refusing to accept defeat after all the trashing she has given to him.

But she was infuriated by the fact that a mere Awakened, an insect from a backwater world, managed to inflict an injury on her.

She felt that the reason why he was able to injure her was because of the weapon in his hands. A weapon that Tatiana gave him as there was no way that he would have gotten such a weapon by himself in a backwater world.

"Still standing?" she murmured, her voice carrying across the ruined field. "You’re more persistent than I expected. But I’m curious to know if it’s worth it?"

By now, if she hasn’t guessed that there was more to Leo fighting her, then she’s truly foolish.

She thought about it and felt that it was impossible that Tatiana put him up to it or that she’s forcing him to fight her.

The reason for this is because her knowledge of Tatiana doesn’t portray her as someone like that. Even as a vampire, Tatiana is considered a goody two shoes.

She looked at Leo, the way he stood and the way he did his best to block her attacks. With this and the fact that he’s a very strong Awakened, she felt that she finally understood why he was fighting her to death.

"But that shouldn’t be possible...," she murmured as she narrowed her eyes.

Realising this, she decided to finish Leo once and for all. She doesn’t know if her guess is correct but she isn’t going to take her chances. There’s no way that she will allow Tatiana to keep someone so powerful.

She raised her hand, causing the air to shift, and rimson energy to surge around her, condensing into sharp tendrils of blood that twisted and writhed as if alive.

The pressure from her power deepened, heavier than before, suffocating and oppressive.

The ground beneath Leo cracked further under its weight.

Leo’s knees threatened to give in, but he forced them to hold, and keep him standing.

He gritted his teeth, ignoring the searing pain coursing through his body, nearly causing him to scream out with every breath.

His ribs were broken, shattered even. His arms were barely functioning at this point, and blood seeped from countless wounds on his body.

Even though he can’t move, the most important thing was he was still breathing.

Lilliana stepped forward and the earth quaked with her movement, though her feet barely touched the ground.

"Let’s finish this."

With a flick of her wrist, the blood tendrils snapped forward.

Leo pushed his exhausted body, forcing it to move.

The tendrils struck.

One grazed his shoulder, tearing off his flesh and exposing his white bone. Another sliced across his thigh, nearly bringing him to the ground.

The pain was blinding, but he forced himself to grip Nightshade tighter, and forced himself to push forward, even though he could only take half a step.

"Closer. I need to get closer."

But Lilliana didn’t stop.

More tendrils lashed out, faster, sharper this time.

Leo ducked one, used whatever little strength he had to pary another with Nightshade, but each strike drained him further. The muscles in his arms burned and his breath was so shallow that it felt like he was no longer breathing.

Then, a tendril struck true.

It drove through his side.

Leo gasped, blood spraying from his lips.

The impact sent him flying and he crashed into the remnants of a stone wall, the impact collapsing the structure around him.

Silence.

Dust settled.

Lilliana lowered her hand, turning away.

"It’s over."

But then—

A cough.

Lilliana froze, glancing over her shoulder.

Leo was still standing.

His legs trembled. Blood poured from the gaping wound in his side. His face was pale, and if someone was close to him, they would notice that he was really finding it hard to breathe.

Lilliana’s eyes narrowed when she saw this.

"You should be dead."

Leo didn’t respond.

He couldn’t.

But his body moved.

One step.

Another.

He moved like a zombie but each step was extremely slow and painful.

Lilliana turned fully toward him.

"You don’t know when to quit, do you?"

Her expression hardened.

"Fine."

The crimson glow around her intensified.

The tendrils returned, but this time they merged, forming a massive spear of condensed blood. It brimmed with power, radiating pure death.

Leo could barely stand, let alone dodge an attack like that.

He knew it.

Lilliana knew it.

"This is your end," she whispered.

The spear launched.

The world seemed to slow.

Leo’s vision dimmed.

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Move. Now.

But his legs refused.

Move.

The spear drew closer.

Move!

Then, a faint warmth enveloped him.

The purple-golden sun appeared again.

It flickered in the corner of his vision again, brighter than before.

For a heartbeat, time stopped.

Leo felt his body surge with warmth, his mind sharpening.

The spear was inches away.

With no idea where the strength came from, he raised Nightshade with everything he had left.

The blade caught the spear.

The impact was catastrophic.

A shockwave erupted from the collision, obliterating the ruins around them. The ground shattered, sending debris flying in every direction.

If any Awakened was caught in the collision right now, there’s no doubt he would have obliterated into oblivion, without being able to put up a fight.

Leo screamed, pushing Nightshade forward, fighting against the unstoppable force. Even with the strengthening of the light from the purple-golden sun, his arms nearly went limp under the pressure. His body was torn further apart.

But he didn’t let go.

The purple-golden sun blazed brighter and became more visible.

Finally, the blood spear cracked.

Lilliana’s eyes widened.

"No…"

With a final roar, Leo pushed everything into one last strike.

Nightshade cleaved through the spear.

The explosion that followed consumed the battlefield.

Flames. Wind. Stone.

All swallowed by the blast.

When the dust finally settled, Leo was still standing there.

His entire body was broken. His arms hung uselessly. He stood there like a corpse.

Lilliana stood opposite him, her expression unreadable.

The gap between them remained.

But for the first time, Lilliana no longer looked amused.

"You…" she whispered.

Leo had no idea what came over him, maybe due to the light of the purple-golden sun still enveloping him, he raised Nightshade one last time.

"I’m not done yet."