Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 181: The Last Stand
Chapter 181: The Last Stand
Three massive bone shields erupted between them.
BOOOOM!
The first exploded.
BOOOOM!
The second exploded.
BOOOOM!
The third shattered into hundreds of fragments. But they bought him enough time.
Aiden activated Grave Step.
His body dissolved into dark mist.
Shhhh.
He reappeared thirty feet away.
Fuing immediately turned.
His combat instincts were terrifying.
"There!"
Fuing launched forward again.
Aiden thrust both hands toward the ground.
"Bone Prison!"
CRAAAAACK!
Gigantic skeletal ribs burst from the earth.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
They wrapped around Fuing from every direction. The prison sealed shut, for half a second.
Then—
BOOOOOOM!
The entire structure exploded outward.
Bone fragments rained across the battlefield.
Aiden cursed internally.
"Not even one second..."
The gap was ridiculous.
Meanwhile Duskveil arrived from the side.
Abyssal Draw.
Shhhhhk!
The sword vanished.
A black flash crossed the battlefield. Fuing immediately twisted. The blade still sliced across his side, and blood sprayed into the air.
The sect master’s eyes narrowed. The wound wasn’t deep, but it existed. Duskveil had actually injured him.
Fuing’s fist immediately answered.
BOOM!
The punch slammed into Duskveil’s chest.
The death knight was launched through a ruined building.
The entire structure collapsed.
"Duskveil!"
"I’m fine, my lord."
The calm voice came from the rubble.
A moment later, Duskveil emerged.
His armor was cracked again. But he was still standing.
Fuing’s expression darkened. These monsters were difficult to kill. Especially the armored monster.
Aiden noticed something.
The pressure.
It was still overwhelming.
But slightly weaker than before. Though, only slightly.
Still...
Weaker.
Fuing noticed him looking, and their eyes met.
Both immediately understood.
Time.
The battle wasn’t about strength anymore.
It was about time.
Fuing needed to kill them before his borrowed power disappeared.
Aiden only needed to survive. The sect master exploded forward once more.
Aiden gritted his teeth.
"Duskveil!"
"With you, my lord."
Then the two charged together, one clad in black necromantic armor and the other a fallen battlefield executioner, meeting the temporary Qi Sense cultivator head-on as the burning city continued collapsing around them.
The moment the three of them collided again, the battlefield around them ceased to matter.
To the ordinary soldiers and body tempering practitioners nearby, they looked like flashes of movement appearing and disappearing amidst the smoke and ruins.
BOOOOM!
Another shockwave erupted across the broken street as Fuing’s fist slammed into Duskveil’s sword.
The impact shattered the stone road beneath them.
Cracks spread outward for dozens of meters.
Duskveil slid backward again, his boots carving deep trenches into the ground.
But this time, he wasn’t fighting alone.
Aiden had already disappeared.
Fuing’s eyes narrowed.
His instincts screamed at him.
Then suddenly—
Shhhk!
Aiden emerged from a patch of darkness behind him.
Death Shadow Step.
The skill allowed him to move through shadows almost instantly, appearing from impossible angles that would normally be unreachable during combat.
A black slash erupted from his sword.
"Death Pulse Slash!"
A crescent-shaped wave of necrotic energy exploded toward Fuing.
The sect master reacted instantly. His body twisted, and the attack missed his neck.
But not completely.
Shhk!
A bloody line appeared across his shoulder.
Blood sprayed into the air.
Fuing’s expression immediately darkened. The wound wasn’t serious, but it proved something important.
Aiden could hurt him too.
That made him dangerous.
Far more dangerous than he had originally thought.
"You can actually wound me."
Aiden smiled beneath the skeletal helmet.
"Good. I was worried I’d just be throwing bones at you."
Fuing snorted.
"Then let me remove that confidence."
BOOOOM!
The sect master exploded forward.
His fist descended like a falling mountain.
Aiden immediately reacted.
"Bone Shield!"
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Five shields materialized. Fuing shattered all five.
But Aiden never intended for them to stop him.
Only slow him.
A grin slowly appeared beneath his helmet.
"Let’s try this."
He raised his hand.
Fuing immediately sensed danger.
But before he could react.
"Corpse Explosion."
The battlefield erupted.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
A dead practitioner exploded beside Fuing.
BOOOOM!
BOOOOM!
BOOOOM!
The entire area became a chain reaction of violent explosions.
Chunks of flesh, bone fragments, shattered armor, and stone flew in every direction.
The shockwaves overlapped.
Even Fuing was forced to stop advancing.
His arms rose instinctively to protect his face as explosions continuously erupted around him.
The city defenders watching stared in horror.
One elder swallowed.
"What kind of abilities does this person have?"
"The enemy is also a Qi Sense master?"
"No idea."
Another elder looked pale.
"But I never want to see it again."
Within the explosions, Duskveil moved.
The death knight appeared from the smoke like an executioner emerging from hell.
Abyssal Draw.
Shhhhk!
The black blade vanished.
Fuing barely blocked.
CLANG!
Even so, the slash carved another wound across his forearm.
Blood dripped onto the ground.
The sect master’s expression finally changed.
He was accumulating injuries, not major injuries, not enough to kill him. But enough to slow him, enough to make him bleed, and enough to waste precious time.
And time was the one thing he couldn’t afford to lose.
"You bastards."
For the first time since activating the talisman, genuine frustration entered his voice.
Aiden laughed.
"That’s the plan."
Fuing’s muscles bulged.
The Qi around him surged violently.
The ground beneath his feet exploded.
BOOOOOOM!
He charged directly toward Aiden.
This time completely ignoring Duskveil.
He had decided.
Kill this person first.
Aiden’s smile immediately disappeared.
"Oh."
That wasn’t good.
Not good at all.
Fuing appeared before him instantly.
Aiden barely had enough time to cross his arms.
BOOOOOOM!
The punch landed.
The Bone Armor covering his forearms shattered instantly.
Cracks spread across his chest armor.
Aiden was launched through three ruined buildings.
Stone exploded everywhere.
Wood splintered.
Dust filled the air.
His body crashed through a fourth wall before finally stopping.
For several seconds, he couldn’t breathe.
Pain exploded throughout his body.
Even with Bone Armor and Grave Knight Form protecting him, the impact had nearly broken several bones.
"Cough!"
Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Aiden slowly pushed himself upright.
"Okay..."
He winced.
"That hurt."
Very far away, Fuing was already moving again.
The sect master wasn’t giving him time to recover.
Aiden looked up.
The pressure was weaker again. Not by much, but enough for him to notice.
His eyes immediately brightened.
"It’s running out."
Then Fuing arrived.
BOOOOM!
The building Aiden had been standing in exploded apart.
But Aiden was already gone.
Death Shadow Step.
His body dissolved into darkness and reappeared atop a nearby tower.
Fuing looked upward.
Aiden pointed toward him.
"You know..."
The necromancer’s grin returned.
"The more desperate you get, the more obvious it becomes."
Fuing’s face darkened. Because he knew Aiden was right.
The borrowed Qi was fading.
Slowly.
Relentlessly.
Like sand slipping through his fingers.
And now every injury, every delay, every second spent chasing the enemy felt like a knife twisting deeper into his chest.
Meanwhile, Duskveil stepped out of the smoke once more.
Although, broken, damaged, and covered in cracks. Yet still standing.
His pale-blue eye remained fixed on the sect master.
His sword slowly rose.
"My lord."
Aiden nodded.
"I know."
The two of them moved again. One attacked from the shadows. The other from the front.
Like two hunters slowly bleeding a wounded beast.
And for the first time since crushing the talisman, Sect Master Fuing felt something he hadn’t expected to feel.
Pressure.
Not because he was weaker, or they were stronger.
But because time was running out.
Five minutes.
The power inside the talisman had never been his.
It had belonged to the ancestors of the Clear Water Sect.
And that borrowed time was nearly gone.
Fuing exchanged another blow with Duskveil and leaped backward.
Boom!
His feet landed atop a collapsed section of the city wall.
His chest rose and fell heavily. Blood covered his robes. Cuts and bruises covered his body.
Several wounds still bled from Duskveil’s sword.
Across from him, Aiden stood atop a ruined tower while Duskveil remained below with his sword raised.
For a brief moment, nobody moved.
Fuing slowly exhaled.
"...Five minutes." His voice was low, almost disbelieving.
He looked at the two enemies before him.
One was a monster wrapped in armor. The other possessed strange abilities he had never seen before.
At first, Fuing had suspected Aiden might be a genuine Qi Sense cultivator hiding his strength.
How else could someone possess such bizarre powers?
How else could someone fight against him while he held temporary Qi Sense strength?
But after five minutes of battle...
He knew better.
Aiden wasn’t a Qi Sense cultivator.
If he were, this fight would have been different.
Everything he did was designed to compensate for a lack of raw power.
And somehow...
It had worked.
Fuing laughed bitterly. "A body tempering..."
"...and yet you’ve stalled me for five whole minutes."
Aiden shrugged.
"Trust me, I would have preferred not fighting you at all."
His gaze shifted toward the battlefield. Toward the burning city, the dying defenders, Ren Kai’s corpse, his disciple, his pride, and his responsibility. A deep breath entered his lungs.
Then another.
His expression gradually became calm.
Very calm.
Aiden immediately noticed the change, and he didn’t like it.
"Duskveil."
"Yes, my lord."
"Something’s wrong."
Duskveil slowly tightened his grip on the sword.
"I feel it as well."
Fuing slowly raised his head.
The invisible pressure around him had weakened compared to before, yet at this moment, it somehow felt even more dangerous.
Because earlier, he had fought like a man trying to kill his enemies before time ran out.
Now...
He looked like a man who had already accepted death.
The battlefield seemed quieter around him.
Even the nearby defenders and undead instinctively stopped approaching this area.
Aiden narrowed his eyes beneath the skeletal helmet.
Then he suddenly realized something.
Fuing had stopped trying to preserve the remaining Qi inside his body.
He was preparing to burn all of it at once.
The sect master slowly clenched his fist.
Crack.
The air distorted faintly around his hand.