Transmigrated with my corruption system-Chapter 69: Corrupted Tempest

When the two blades crashed, a shockwave erupted, sending dust and rubble flying as the two seemed to have been locked in a stalemate.

Before that illusion shattered. Slowly, microfractures spread across the dark blade conjured by Ulric before shattering into wisps of darkness.

Instantly after, Orros’ blade swiped through unimpeded across Ulric’s chest, sending him flying back into the distance.

Remaining standing, Ulric groaned slightly as his head lowered to inspect the damage, his face growing a little grave as he looked across his upper robe.

A huge tear ran through it, revealing a deep gashing wound slashing across his chest as blood flowed freely.

If he had reacted a little bit late, he would have been slashed in half by now.

The sheer thought caused him to inhale a cold breath as his head slowly shook. When he faced the crimson blade, all he felt was overwhelming power bathed in death energy.

The art Orros used must have made him at least a couple times stronger, tilting the odds of the battle back into his favor.

Seeing the crouching youth, Orros couldn’t agree more as a smile spread across his face. Finally, for once, he wasn’t at the receiving end.

And to press it in further, he couldn’t help but gloat.

"See... it’s all meaningless."

Filtering through Orros’ words, Ulric slowly lifted his head, a battle plan forming at the back of his mind.

The figure’s strength had skyrocketed, making direct combat a little bit difficult. He couldn’t risk taking another direct hit.

So he opted for an entirely different

approach. The figure couldn’t hit what he couldn’t see.

With that thought in mind, his figure sank into darkness. Shadow teleporting almost next to Orros’ shadow as he tried to launch a series of sneak attacks.

Before he suddenly froze for a moment.

The crimson energy leaking from the blade had spread to encapsulate a five-meter radius around Orros.

And as he stepped within that range, he felt the air suddenly grow cold as a sharp aura radiated dangerously. The closer he got, the more the prickling sensation became unbearable as drops of blood flowed across his body, causing him to falter for a split second.

A deadly mistake. One Orros took full advantage of. Turning sharply, he could sense the air ripple behind him. Only this time, the youth didn’t get the chance to attack as he slashed his blade at him.

With the whole turn of events happening too fast, Ulric’s eyes narrowed, instinctively raising his arms, trying to counterattack.

But his attack was pierced through easily as the blade hacked across his forearms, a cracking sound echoing as the force generated sent him flying back.

A moment of silence fell as everyone took in the sight. Before Orros couldn’t take it anymore. Watching the bloodied figure, the smile on his face erupted into a chuckle.

As he slowly walked forward, dragging his sword across the ground, digging trenches as a smirk spread across his face.

"Your parlor tricks are useless before me," he muttered, imparting what seemingly appeared to be the last lesson to the figure below.

"In the face of absolute strength, everything else is meaningless."

And now the youth was going to learn that the hard way.

At the side, a yell tore across Greyson’s lips as his face paled, watching the result of the clash.

Ulric was losing! But it was to be expected. The might of a D-rank was far too great to be dealt with by just an E-rank, however monstrous.

The thought caused his face to drop as his fists clenched tightly.

This was all his fault, placing an impossible burden on his shoulders. And the cost was just as equally heart-rending.

As he fell today, the rest of House Greyson would follow behind him. The elders behind him lowered their heads, gloomy expressions plastered across their faces.

The thought of such a rising star falling today was just too unpalatable. Before soon, it was replaced with a glint of determination.

They wouldn’t let that happen. Couldn’t.

Even if that meant offering their lives to give the dark-robed figure a chance to escape, it would all be worth it.

In him lay the future of House Greyson.

Without him, the future looked bleak.

Before they could act on that thought, a boisterous laughter echoed, drawing the elders’ attention as they turned to stare at the figure.

Graegor? What was so funny? Why was his face filled with joy when there was nothing to be happy about? Did he know something they didn’t?

Ignoring the glances cast at him, Graegor couldn’t restrain himself as the laughter shot up a notch, with tears almost spilling from his face.

He could see it! The crazy glint in the youth’s eyes. The mad grin forming across his face.

It was all too familiar now.

The youth was about to do something earth-shattering, wasn’t he? And as if his laughter had sparked something, they turned to see Ulric raise his head slowly, a chuckle slipping past his lips before soon morphing into full-blown maniacal laughter.

Causing the elders to grow even more confused as a single thought anchored across all their minds simultaneously.

What was happening!?

Slowly rising to his feet, Ulric shifted his attention to the approaching figure as he muttered, 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Interesting... very interesting."

Halting Orros in his tracks, just as equally confused as the elders. Those weren’t the words of a dying man.

And as if to confirm them, Ulric slowly extended his arms, ignoring all the pain and broken bones as a whisper parted from his lips.

"Corrupted Tempest."

(Corruption is power, and power is glory. When fighting against stronger opponents, gain a ten percent boost across all stats for a brief moment.)

As his physique evolved, the first innate skill had progressed along with it, doubling the power he could wield from before.

Five percent was already crazy, but ten... that was on a whole new level! Barely a moment after, an explosion rocked from his body as darkness emerged before seeping into him. The result was instant.

His aura grew explosively, causing all the figures present except one to widen in surprise.

Had he not been using his full strength?

Before that thought could fully form,

they watched blankly as he extended his arms as he issued an order.

"Come forth!"

Instantly after, the darkness swirled, answering his call.

As multiple spectral blades of darkness formed, exceeding the forty he had summoned last time. To a sea of sixty.

With another wave, they converged, forming an abominable blade stretching almost fifteen meters in length, far more monstrous than before.

Inhaling sharply, Ulric clenched his teeth, feeling the strain as he overdrew his power.

But the promise of a blood-boiling battle was far too enticing as he couldn’t restrain himself.

When the blade fully formed, he flicked his wrist, sending it flying as it screeched across the air like a death wraith.

When the two blades clashed once more, the result was entirely different.

It didn’t shatter into wisps of darkness.

Instead, the force caused Orros to take a step back.

Staring at the results, his hands trembled violently before he finally sputtered,

"T-this... impossible!"