The Path Of A True King.-Chapter 40: Red Ki Vs Lightning Ki
Chapter 79:
Xiniz stood at the summit like a storm given form, his blade alive with lightning—arcs of blue dancing along its edge like ravenous serpents.
His eyes were cold and razor-sharp, locked onto Elijah and Tristan with a predator’s unwavering focus.
Each breath he drew stirred the air, thick with tension, the metallic tang of ozone slicing through their nostrils like a silent warning from the heavens.
Tristan spat blood onto the stone and wiped his mouth, a smear of crimson painting the back of his hand.
His stance held firm despite the dull, pulsing pain that thrummed through his ribs and spine.
His chest rose and fell in calm defiance. "He’s fast," he muttered, voice low but gritty, eyes never leaving Xiniz.
Elijah stood slightly ahead, red eyes narrowing.
His voice was cool, composed—a result of The Monarch’s Skill. "Yeah. Stick to support. You’re not fast enough... or strong enough to take him head-on."
Tristan gave a silent nod and moved behind Elijah, falling into position like a sword sliding into its sheath.
Then—chaos.
No warning.
No sound.
No build-up.
Xiniz simply moved.
One instant, he was there. The next, a streak of thunder and lightning.
The ground cracked beneath him as he exploded forward.
But Elijah was ready.
His right hand, wreathed in a roiling aura of crimson Ki, snapped upward to meet the incoming blade.
The air shrieked as red clashed with blue.
The impact unleashed a shockwave that fractured the rocks beneath their feet and rippled out like a storm unleashed.
BOOM.
Farther back, Tristan burst into motion.
He weaved between boulders, keeping low, his eyes locked onto Xiniz’s movements, reading every twitch for an opening.
He saw it—a flicker of exposed ribs in the middle of Xiniz’s attack rhythm.
He didn’t hesitate.
Tristan lunged forward, Ki surging through his fist.
His knuckles crashed into Xiniz’s side with a sickening crack.
A grunt escaped the lightning swordsman.
But Xiniz retaliated instantly.
Using the momentum from Elijah’s strike as a pivot, he twisted mid-air—his blade whistling through the space toward Tristan in a deadly arc.
There was no time to dodge.
Elijah moved.
Slightly faster—his red Ki flaring wildly across both arms.
He intercepted the blow, slamming his forearm into the blade and redirecting it mid-swing.
Sparks flew as steel met Ki-hardened flesh.
But the force still drove Elijah backward, his heels carving furrows into the gravel.
Even through reinforcement, his arms buzzed from the sheer impact.
"Stay focused!" Elijah barked, shaking off the numbness creeping from fingertips to shoulder.
He slid back into stance.
Tristan exhaled sharply, Ki already building. "Won’t happen again."
With a surge of energy, he activated Burst.
Speed exploded through his body. His aura flared out, electric with potential.
They moved as one.
Tristan struck with surgical precision—feinting high, spinning low, delivering sharp, targeted blows designed not to destroy, but to dismantle.
Every hit aimed to break rhythm and perception.
Elijah, in contrast, was a storm.
He charged like a juggernaut, every motion explosive.
His fists blurred, each trailing red Ki like meteor streaks.
He aimed to end it—no restraint.
His goal: shatter Xiniz’s lightning defense with overwhelming power.
And Xiniz?
He was smiling.
Dodging.
Parrying.
His lightning-infused blade danced through the air, meeting every strike with precision.
He countered with a surge of electricity—blasting both Elijah and Tristan off their feet.
Elijah recovered fast, rolling upright.
Tristan was slower.
Battered.
Hurt.
"Tristan!" Elijah called out, his voice strained.
Before Tristan could answer, before breath could form into words—Xiniz vanished again.
No sound. Just a whisper of displaced air.
Then—impact.
Xiniz reappeared in front of Tristan, his foot already mid-swing.
The kick slammed into Tristan’s gut with devastating force, folding him and launching him skyward like a ragdoll.
His body twisted, limbs flailing, pain carved across his face.
Still airborne, Xiniz followed up—blade raised to sever Tristan’s head.
[Flash Step Activated]
[(Tier 1) Flash Step – A low-level technique that increases leg strength and movement speed by 10%.]
A mere ten percent.
But in a fight like this? It was the difference between life and death.
It blurred the line between seen and unseen.
Elijah moved.
One moment, he was distant.
The next, he collided mid-air with the descending blade, intercepting it just inches from Tristan.
Steel met flesh-bound Ki in a blinding clash, the force redirecting the lethal blow.
They landed hard, Elijah cradling Tristan, boots skidding across stone until they stopped.
"You’re okay," Elijah said, laying him down with forced calm.
But his trembling fingers betrayed the urgency.
"I’m... fine..." Tristan wheezed, breath shaky, lips blood-streaked and trembling in the wind.
Xiniz approached, silent as judgment.
His footsteps made no sound, yet they rang like death knells.
"You’re persistent," he said, sword lazily hanging at his side. "I’ll give you that."
Elijah stepped forward, standing between Xiniz and Tristan.
His aura roared to life, Ki clinging to his body like wildfire.
"You’re gonna pay," he said, quiet and heavy with wrath.
Xiniz smiled—not with joy, but calculation. "We’ll see."
No more words.
They clashed.
Elijah’s fists howled through the air.
Xiniz parried with chilling precision, his Lightning Ki crackling with each counter, sending tremors through Elijah’s arms.
The ground fractured, the very mountain trembling beneath them.
Dust clouds spiraled with every blow.
Pebbles danced like they feared the immortals were fighting.
Tristan stirred.
His breath ragged.
He clawed at the ground, blood dripping from his nose, one leg braced beneath him.
He saw it—an opening.
With everything he had left, he charged.
His fist, burning with Ki, slammed into Xiniz’s side once again.
BAM.
Xiniz staggered back.
But the trap was set.
Lightning erupted from his body in a dome of blinding energy—an explosion, not a strike.
It engulfed Tristan.
The force lifted him, hurled him off the edge, and smashed him against a rock slab with a sound that froze Elijah’s blood.
THUD.
Then—silence.
"TRISTAN!" Elijah screamed, bolting toward him.
Blood soaked Tristan’s shirt. His eyes were glazed, half-lidded.
"I’m... okay..." he whispered, but even he didn’t believe it.
He pushed himself up. Slowly.
Then turned back to face Xiniz.
His jaw clenched hard, Ki roaring around him.
But now it wasn’t just fire—it was fury.
"You’ve done enough," Elijah growled.
Xiniz raised his sword one-handed.
The other arm hung limp—Tristan’s hit had done some damage after all.
"Then come," Xiniz said. Voice low. Final.
Elijah didn’t hesitate.
He charged—wind breaking around him as he slammed into Xiniz again.
Blade against fist.
Lightning against wrath.
BOOM.
Each clash heavier.
Each movement more desperate.
Steel screamed.
The air cracked.
Elijah pushed Xiniz back—inch by inch.
He staggered.
Elijah pressed forward.
Blood covered his arms.
His breath was ragged.
But he stood. Unrelenting.
"Why go this far?" Elijah asked. "Why try to kill us for those kids?"
He wiped the blood from his lip, eyeing it with faint amusement.
His face was unreadable.
"Does it matter?" Xiniz snapped, voice sharp.
Then, said: "Hang in there—and don’t you dare die easy," he added.
Elijah the said "Place 10 Stat point on Strength and another On Agility."
[Status]
Name: Elijah Havor
Cultivation: Intermediate Knight Stage (Initial)
Level: 13
{Stats}
Strength: 45 (+27)
Agility: 42 (+33)
Endurance: 33 (+19)
Defense: 30 (+18)
Senses: 29 (+17)
Free Stat Points: 0
The additional stats come from Zenith, which Elijah is limiting to only 10% due to its high Ki consumption.
The next boost comes from Burst, a unique skill that increases all of Elijah’s stats by 50%, though it already consumes a significant amount of Ki on its own.
Lastly, his Flash Step technique enhances his Agility by an extra 10%, giving him a slight edge in speed and mobility.
