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Chapter 234: Battle in the Netherworld
🕑 Added 2025-05-30 13:25:40 +0000 UTC"Enough talk. You’ve lived long enough—time to become a legend of the past."
Blake’s voice carried absolute confidence as he rose to his feet and strode toward the exit, his presence alone suffocating.
Susanoo narrowed his eyes. "Destroy me? You’re welcome to try… but let’s see if you leave here in one piece."
As Blake disappeared into the rain, a dark rift tore open beside Susanoo. From within, a blade wrapped in ominous energy emerged—the Amano Murakumo, the very sword Ena once wielded.
Despite his cocky tone, Susanoo wasn’t foolish. The tales of Blake’s exploits had reached even him, and he knew better than to underestimate the young Godslayer.
Without another word, they stepped outside. The storm raged over the riverbank, howling like a beast awaiting its next victim.
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Whoosh!
Wind and rain lashed against the earth, the storm intensifying as though nature itself sensed the impending battle.
Blake stood firm, Excalibur gleaming in his grasp. Opposite him, Susanoo tightened his grip on the Totsuka-no-Tsurugi, its dark energy crackling ominously.
A few paces away, the Priest and the princess observed the duel with vastly different reactions.
The Priest smirked, his eyes filled with twisted satisfaction. He had been humiliated earlier, and now he was eager to see Blake crushed.
The princess, however, was restless. Unlike the Priest, she understood the weight of what was about to unfold. The forces at play were beyond comprehension, and the consequences could be catastrophic.
Susanoo let out a low chuckle. "I haven’t been this pissed off in centuries. You should feel honored—you’ll be the first to have his soul shredded by my hand in a long time."
As his words echoed through the storm, an inferno of divine power erupted from his body, setting the raindrops ablaze before they even hit the ground.
Blake smirked, unfazed. In response, he let loose a wave of raw power that crashed into Susanoo’s like a tidal wave, the collision sending shockwaves rippling through the storm.
Shhh!
And then—
They moved.
Faster than the eye could track, they shot forward, blurring into nothing more than streaks of light.
Clang!
The first clash sent a shockwave that split the storm clouds. Sparks rained from their blades as they danced across the battlefield, moving faster than any human—or even most gods—could hope to follow.
Swords flashed, steel met steel, and each impact sent tremors through the land.
"Hah! A newly crowned Godslayer keeping up with me in swordsmanship? Now this is a surprise!" Susanoo grinned wildly, his blade carving arcs of black fire through the air.
Blake’s expression remained ice-cold. "For an old relic, you sure talk a lot."
With a flicker of movement, he unleashed a flurry of rapid slashes, each one meeting Susanoo’s attacks with pinpoint precision. Sparks ignited against the stormy night, refusing to fade.
"Tch!"
Annoyed by Blake’s indifference, Susanoo’s grin twisted into a snarl. He vanished—only to reappear at Blake’s side, his sword bathed in dark energy as he swung upward in a vicious arc.
Clang!!!
Blake reacted instantly, blocking the strike with an almost casual ease. His eyes gleamed coldly as he shifted his power—not into his blade, but into his leg.
A split-second later—
Boom!!!
Blake’s kick connected with earth-shattering force.
Susanoo’s expression twisted in shock. He barely had time to react before his body was sent hurtling backward, tearing through the air like a comet.
Crack—!!!
Rumble!!!
The impact shook the earth as Susanoo crashed into the distant mountains, detonating the landscape in a thunderous explosion.
A stunned silence followed.
"What…?" The Priest’s smirk froze, his voice barely a whisper. "He… he just sent Lord Susanoo flying?"
Even the princess could do nothing but stare.
Rumble!!!
Before the dust could even settle, a figure streaked back at blinding speed, landing just a short distance away from Blake.
Susanoo stood there, battered, blood at the corner of his mouth. His clothes were torn, his expression dark.
"You… shouldn’t have the power to enhance your strength like this," he muttered, his grip tightening on his sword.
Blake tilted his head slightly. ""Gods. Godslayers of this world. You're all the same—so confident in your power that you refuse to accept reality. But reality doesn’t care what you believe."
Susanoo’s scowl deepened. His fingers clenched around the Kusanagi no Tsurugi.
And then—
A shift.
A pulse of energy erupted from Blake, distorting the very air around them.
Strange blue patterns crawled across his skin. The air crackled with something ancient.
And then he spoke.
"I am the bone of my sword."
The words echoed unnaturally, vibrating through the world itself.
Susanoo’s eyes narrowed. "What the hell—"
Before he could finish, the landscape warped.
The raging storm, the darkened underworld, the riverbank—everything disappeared.
In its place stretched an endless crimson wasteland.
The sky burned with an eerie glow, colossal gears turning slowly in the distance. The ground was littered with countless swords, each one radiating an aura of power.
A world of endless blades.
The Priest and princess could only stare in shock. Even Susanoo, an ancient god of war, felt a chill crawl down his spine.
Blake floated above them, gazing down with an expression of utter calm.
"Welcome to my world," he said simply. "Let’s see if you can find your way out of your grave."
