Nameless King

Chapter 1129 The Black Sword

However, when Gael\'s back reached the wall, cracks went down along it, as if a part of the colosseum was ready to collapse, again, even after strengthening and evolving.

Gael spat out a mouthful of blood, trying to stem the flow by holding it with the palm of his hand. However, even that didn\'t help and his hand became covered in crimson blood, while a bright pain spread throughout his body.

At the same moment, the runes on the stones of the colosseum, the white ones, shone brightly and the colosseum began to regenerate like a living organism. In a few seconds, there was no trace of the damage and it was ready for a new challenge.

However, it was unclear whether Gael was ready for it.

The situation in the arena changed dramatically in just a few minutes. The only thing everyone forgot was that by using the green ghost power, Ereg had admitted his defeat in the last round.

"Damn, this power is astonishing, but it\'s worth admitting that just now we saw pretty much the same thing." Liang said calmly, "All that\'s different in these situations is that we expected something as deadly as black ash from Gael, while we didn\'t think Ereg would be able to show something like that."

Nitra nodded, "Yeah, black ash is a formidable weapon. Even if Green Ghost gives Ereg such insane power, Gael should be able to fight back somehow, right?"

Liang and Nitra discussed their options, and occasionally NIla and Krana joined in, offering their ideas and options.

The only one who remained silent was Alucard, for he knew what the black ash was capable of, so the outcome of the battle under these conditions was extremely obvious to him.

"You are wrong." Alucard said calmly, but there was unprecedented confidence in his voice as if he could see the future.

"Hm?"

Liang and Nitra turned around, giving him puzzled looks.

Alucard held up a finger and with a serious expression said, "Gael will lose, it\'s inevitable. However, I\'m only talking about this round if he doesn\'t reveal his trump card. Other than the Form, Gael has only one other tool left."

Liang and Nitra were slightly puzzled. They didn\'t expect Alucard to admit defeat to his friend so easily.

It could only mean one thing - Ereg\'s strength had really impressed him.

Step. Step. Step.

At this time, Ereg was nonchalantly moving towards his opponent with a sly smirk on his face.

He was completely confident in his strength, and no one could blame him for that. Right now, he was much stronger than Gael, who only had to defend himself.

"What do you think? You probably didn\'t expect something this powerful to be in my arsenal, did you?" Ereg smirked, letting out his overwhelming aura.

It passed even through the barrier of the colosseum, causing waves of goosebumps to run through the spectators\' bodies.

Gael spat out a clot of blood, wiped his mouth with his fist, and stood firmly on his feet with his sword clutched in his hands.

All this time, he had been creating black ash that now completely replaced the gray one. Of course, the black ash was still a hundred times less than the normal ash, but it was more than enough to completely cover Gael\'s sword.

The black ash was actively shaking as if under pressure, turning into a liquid completely black with an incredible energy density.

Even Gael\'s sword couldn\'t withstand it, so it began to crack, gradually collapsing. However, the black liquid quickly replaced the cracks, soon becoming Gael\'s new sword.

The hilt and sword guard also disintegrated, leaving only bare metal that also turned black, for it was now composed of black ash.

"Oh, first a dust or ash form, then a liquid one, and now your black ash has become black metal. Not bad, not bad at all." Ereg nodded approvingly, feeling the threatening aura emanating from Gael\'s sword.

Then, Ereg\'s gaze changed as he frowned, "However... You did not reveal your next scars. Gael, don\'t disappoint me! You know you can\'t fight me if you don\'t move to the next stage!"

Gael shook his head, "You\'re the one who doesn\'t understand. I will only show you my last scars if there is no other option left. The last time I had to use their power was hundreds of years ago, so... this would have to be an extremely special occasion."

Ereg clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth in anger.

"Go ahead, show everything your green one can do. Maybe you can make me use the giant scars, or maybe you\'ll have to lose another round." Gael said coldly, while black streams of energy began to emanate from him.

It was different from anything Ereg had seen before.

Gael\'s aura was always calm, arrogant, and lofty. It showed how confident he was in himself and his Title. Sure, he had reason and justification for that.

However, the only thing Ereg could sense from Gael now was murderous intent. Not bloodthirsty like murdered, but cold like an assassin, as if Ereg\'s fate had already been decided.

Ereg shuddered, staring at the eerie silhouette behind Gael that reminded him of death itself.

Then, Ereg realized that this was the first moment in their long fight when Gael didn\'t just get serious but actually set out to kill his opponent. He was willing to do anything to win.

"Fine... If you decide to play by those rules, then don\'t blame me for you having to spend all your scars to recover." Ereg muttered with a bitter smile before bending his body forward and gathering some of the energy at his feet.

Ereg had been fast enough before that Gael didn\'t have time to realize anything, and now he was about to surpass even his own record.

However, despite this Gael was not intimidated. His gaze was calm, ready to act at any moment.