Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 202 Bad Luck (Part 1)

Ada, brandish your knife.

Fight like a holy elf.

We are the strongest race, capable of defeating even dragons.

Ada suddenly opened her eyes, her face turning cold.

Countless moves and techniques entered her mind in the blink of an eye.

From extreme stillness to extreme movement, she mimicked the elegant figure of a knight from her memory, instantly closing in within three steps of Caslan.

The wind howled, and the scimitar was swept out like a gale.

In that instant, taking advantage of the fact that the opponent's Soul-Slaying Spear was too long to be retracted, she unleashed a thunderous slash!

With a blank expression and murderous intent in his heart, Kaslan instinctively prepared to launch an attack as before.

But he felt a chill down his neck.

Danger.

In his confused state, he reacted instinctively.

The tavern owner swiftly pulled his left hand back, and the Soul-Slaying Spear slid back quickly!
In an instant, his right hand had already gripped the spearhead a foot behind it, forcefully turning the long spear into a short one.

Kaslan completed his defense in an instant, his dark spear blade meeting the scimitar.

Ada felt a chill run down her spine.

She reserved some strength during her recent thunderous attack, which could be unleashed at any time.

If the opponent continues to use a counter-attack strategy to neutralize the offensive, as before...

She could risk everything to cut off Kaslan's head before he was pierced by the Soul-Slaying Spear.

such a pity.

Forget it.

The elf searched through a vast sea of ​​memories for a ghostly figure, and for that unique attack.

Ada's eyes lit up, and she changed direction halfway through her attack.

"Swish! Swish!" The blade made three sharp sounds as it sliced ​​through the air!
The blade folded three times in succession, resulting in three feint attacks.

Kaslan felt three chills in succession: from his lower abdomen, left arm, and chest.

But to Ada's surprise, Kaslan stood motionless in the face of the dazzling onslaught, his eyes bloodshot, the tip of his spear still in place.

Every strike could turn into a killing blow in an instant, yet he remained so calm and collected.

Or is it because he abandoned his consciousness and fought purely on instinct?

Ada gritted her teeth, and her final feint turned into a killing blow.

The blade slid strangely toward Kaslan's right shoulder, about to sever his right arm from top to bottom!
At that moment, Kaslan suddenly moved again, much to everyone's surprise.

His feet and hands moved swiftly, shifting the position of the spearhead to in front of the blade.

The spearhead met the curved blade once more!

Ada frowned deeply and sheathed her scimitar.

Her fear of the Soul-Slaying Spear forced her to avoid its blade.

Ada sighed inwardly.

He has completely broken through this offensive and can only look for another opportunity.

This old man had surprisingly grasped the essence of her attack with remarkable acumen and precision.

The initial surprise attack failed, as did the three feints intended to conceal a deadly move.

Instead, he skillfully neutralized her attack by using his position and the blade of his gun.

the fourth time.

This is the fourth time her killer move has been countered.

Throughout her long life, she had witnessed countless battles and countless Extreme Realm warriors. Although most Extreme Realm battles ended in an instant, several Extreme Realm masters still left a deep impression on her in her memory:
The eldest sister's terrifying aura and oppressive force during battle could drive opponents mad; Sara, with her ever-present smile, is a magical being whose movements are so precise they could be carved with a large axe; and the taciturn Midil is known for his relentless and ruthless killing moves.

Old Scarface likes to use subtle, lurking tracking to torment the enemy's spirit; the womanizing and promiscuous Kayla is best at making quick decisions in life-or-death moments, completely turning the tide of battle.

The pedantic Stokes excels in his consistently steady rhythm and unwavering, iron-clad defense; the ill-intentioned Lausanne Knights are adept at explosive, lightning-fast attacks when they finally strike; and the vampire Parryle is accustomed to endless feints that blur the lines between reality and illusion, remaining elusive and concealing deadly moves.

The Twin Swords of Heart in the Rain can unleash attacks faster than sound in the blink of an eye; while Slacker is an all-around genius knight who excels at seizing every weakness of his enemy through probing and observation.

But this "Earthshaker" Kaslan always managed to break through her attacks at the last moment, each time miraculously escaping from a desperate situation.

Her attacks, which were perfectly imitated from those of the legendary masters mentioned above, whether it was Lausanne's thunderous attack or Parreira's endless feints, seemed to be seen through instantly by this old man.

And this was even after he had shut down his consciousness and relied purely on his battlefield instincts.

The Undefeated Battlefield Legend - After repeated failures, Ada took a deep breath: How did Sacel face this monster back then?
But the battle is not over yet.

Just as Ada was preparing to take advantage of the agility of her weapon to continue her offensive, she was surprised to find that the enemy's counterattack came sooner than she had expected!

"Clang!" The spearhead spun rapidly.

Kaslan's eyes were bloodshot. He thrust the Soul-Slaying Spear out of his hand again, which twisted and spun strangely, bypassing Ada's previous block and stabbing straight into his opponent's chest.

In Ada's mind, Stoke's impenetrable defense came to mind.

The next second, facing the deadly thrust, the agile Ada neither dodged nor avoided, but unexpectedly met it with a slash!

The elven scimitar struck the menacing tip of the Soul-Slaying Spear.

"clang!"

A piercing metallic clang rang out.

In the first clash after the start of the battle, Ada's exquisite scimitar clashed violently with Caslan's spear, the force of the impact so great that it was devoid of any finesse.

Kaslan unleashed a powerful sweeping attack almost instinctively!
Ada trembled slightly as boundless force surged from the gun.

In that instant, every bone in her body trembled, her arm joints even groaned, followed by numbness and excruciating pain.

The elf was startled.

This kind of force...

Is he really over sixty years old?

She stumbled, and was about to be swept away.

In extreme-level battles, victory or defeat is often decided in an instant, and falling to the ground in such a battle means death.

Ada's eyes dimmed.

That's it.

When I was a child, my elder sister's teachings came back to mind.

Yes, those long-forgotten memories have returned.

Those combat skills accumulated through sweat and hard work before awakening the "mind-reading" ability.

Those were once beautiful, carefree days.

She had learned how to fight against the two-faced, cunning armed dwarves, how to deal with the hypocritical and morally corrupt desert orcs, how to handle her equally clever but vicious and narrow-minded elven relatives from the Kingdom of Darkness, how to deal with the self-important but actually savage vampires of Feastland, and how to confront the foolish and ridiculous humans with the power of endings—all these adjectives came from her elder sister, whom she both respected, feared, loved, and admired.

And the enemy before us...

A flawless warrior—I really saw one.

Just then, the image of a timid boy suddenly popped into her mind.

It's him.

That kid.

Ada gave a bitter smile. She remembered how she watched him grow year by year into a dashing young man, into a cheerful and handsome youth, into the most terrifying warrior, and how he drifted away when everything was within his grasp.

And then there's his unique fighting style.

Wait a minute. His battle!

In just a fraction of a second, Ada’s gaze refocused.

The next second, just as she was about to fall to the ground, Ada's wrist suddenly twisted.

Ada's knife cleverly stuck to the shaft of the Soul-Slaying Spear. Instead of resisting, she lifted her legs off the ground, letting the force propel her and regain her balance in mid-air.

She floated horizontally along the gun barrel.

The next second, her legs touched the ground alternately, but each time she only touched the ground briefly like a dragonfly skimming the water before rising again, her figure constantly advancing towards Caslan!
Immersed in his fighting instincts, Kaslan expressionlessly flicked his spear, attempting to shake Ada away.

But the elf clung to the gun like a spider that couldn't be shaken off, closing in on Caslan at high speed.

Kaslan sensed danger again through his instincts.

"hiss--"

Ada's gaze was resolute. Her blade scraped against the gun barrel as she lunged forward, slashing at Kaslan's gun-wielding hand.

The knife she pressed against the gun firmly controlled the direction of the Soul-Slaying Spear, giving the enemy no chance to parry or counterattack.

Everything happened in a flash of lightning.

Just as the blade was about to touch his hands, Kaslan released the Soul-Slaying Spear without the slightest hesitation!

Kaslan instantly stepped back with his left leg, twisted his waist, pulled his left shoulder back, arched his right shoulder, and his right hand was already clenched into a fist.

Ada's scimitar struck him in the chest.

But Caslan was faster than Edda.

His right fist slammed out like a thunderbolt!

"Boom!"

A deafening, muffled thud.

Kaslan's heavy punch landed squarely on Ada's right shoulder.

"Kala——"

The chilling sound of bones cracking echoed inch by inch from Ada's shoulder.

Ada's face contorted in agony, and she gritted her teeth, groaning in pain.

In that instant, the elf lost all balance, collapsed to the ground, and dropped his scimitar.

But Kaslan's sense of crisis only grew stronger. He raised his head like a frightened wild beast, searching for any threat.

The next second, Kaslan felt a chill in his chest.

Kaslan instinctively lowered his head, and his left hand suddenly reached towards his left chest!

"clang!"

Another crisp metallic sound rang out.

Sometime later, the scimitar that Ada should have fallen with its master appeared on Kaslan's chest.

The blade pierced the tavern owner's left chest.

Fresh blood flowed out.

Ada fell helplessly to the ground.

"Clang!"

At that moment, the Soul-Slaying Spear fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

Ada also fell heavily to the ground, her right hand limp and paralyzed.

Her left hand was still trembling, raised in the air, maintaining the posture of throwing a knife.

The blade trembled against Kaslan's chest.

Kaslan finally snapped out of his daze and withdrew from that instinctive state of only knowing how to fight.

A cold wind blew by.

This battle between extreme realms has ended without warning.

Ada lay on the ground, her right shoulder bone shattered, her face contorted and trembling uncontrollably.

Kaslan gasped for breath in pain, yet his tall body remained standing.

The outcome is decided:

The legendary "Earthshaker," Kaslan Rumba, stood with his left hand, dripping with blood, gripping Ada's scimitar tightly in front of his chest.

We must prevent it from advancing even an inch further.

Ada, who was suffering from a severe shoulder injury, was stunned.

Sweating profusely, she stared in shock at the knife she had placed before her opponent's chest, then at Kaslan, who was gripping the blade.

"how come?"

She murmured, seemingly unable to believe what she was seeing.

Just moments before, as Kaslan unleashed his deadly punch, Ada flicked her right hand, releasing the curved blade mid-air and switching the hilt to her left.

Just as Kaslan shattered her right shoulder with a punch and was unable to defend herself, Ada delivered the knife with her left hand.

They went straight for Kaslan's heart.

That was the final blow that would determine victory or defeat, and also the decisive moment in life or death.

A look of shock lingered on Ada's face: she should have pierced Kaslan's heart at the last moment, sacrificing herself for his life.

but……

Ada stared incredulously at the blade stuck in the enemy's chest, unable to move forward or backward.

impossible.

impossible!
I clearly, clearly...

Kaslan took a painful breath as he saw the situation before him.

He endured the pain and pulled out the curved knife that had penetrated an inch into his chest, then tossed it aside.

Blood flowed from his chest.

The curved blade fell, making a crisp, metallic clanging sound.

But Kaslan knew perfectly well: he hadn't managed to catch the knife aimed at his heart in time.

There is another reason why he is still alive.

Amidst the excruciating pain in her right shoulder and the numbness in her right arm, Ada collapsed to the ground, her body trembling, before sadly letting her limp left hand fall limply.

She lost.

"Impossible..." the elf, powerless to resist any longer, murmured in shock.

“You are not wearing armor, nor are you taking any precautions.”

Ada's face was ashen. She lay weakly on the ground, enduring the sharp pain in her right shoulder, and said with difficulty:
“I should have pierced your heart before you could reach out… but…”

Kaslan's gaze narrowed slightly, and under Ada's glare, he slowly sighed.

"Why?" Ada, her face covered in cold sweat, struggled to speak, her voice hoarse as she looked at the panting Caslan.
Why can't I kill you?

Kaslan plopped down on the ground.

He was panting, but a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Sunlight streamed down the street, while a north wind howled, sweeping past two opponents, one lying down and the other sitting.

“Instructor Ada…cough cough…you…” Kaslan coughed violently, struggling to speak:

"What bad luck."

(End of this chapter)