Apocalypse Baby-Chapter 165: Dorion Dead?

The two locked eyes.

Dorion trembled, his breath uneven.

Onigi, in contrast, stood calm and composed, his expression unreadable.

Then—

He tilted his head slightly.

A silent observation.

If Dorion was this shaken… then the skill that allowed him to regenerate must be running out.

A realization settled in Onigi’s gaze.

Dorion gulped.

Then...

BOOM!

Onigi vanished.

Dorion barely had time to react before the old man was upon him, his katana slicing down in a deadly arc.

Too fast!

Dorion’s body moved on instinct, and then...

CLANG!

A sharp, metallic sound rang out—like a sword striking solid rock.

Onigi’s hand throbbed from the impact.

His eyes narrowed.

What the?

His blade hadn’t hit metal.

It had hit Dorion’s blood.

Dorion had hardened it, forming an armor around the spot where the blade had struck.

Onigi took a step back, stunned.

Then, a slow smirk formed on his lips.

"Oh…" He muttered, tilting his katana.

"You still have more tricks."

Dorion lunged forward, his scythe swinging down in a deadly arc, aiming to cleave Onigi in half.

But, the old man lunged backward, avoiding the attack with swift precision.

Dorion didn’t let up.

His eyes were filled with desperation.

He couldn’t die. Not this time.

Gritting his teeth, he swung down again.

But Onigi had already darted back, causing the strike to miss.

Then, the scythe shifted.

Before Onigi’s eyes, its form morphed, stretching and twisting into a long spear.

And it shot forward.

The spear’s blade elongated, stabbing straight for Onigi’s chest.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

This kid…

Even with that look of fear and desperation, he was still dangerous.

But, Onigi’s instincts were sharper than steel.

At the last second, he twisted sideways.

The spear missed, slamming into the ground with a sharp CRACK.

But Dorion wasn’t done.

With a flick of his wrist, he whipped the spear sideways, its blade slicing toward Onigi once more.

The old man’s katana flashed.

CLANG!

He parried the attack with expert precision.

Then he countered.

A precise, forceful strike that sent Dorion staggering backward.

Dorion’s arms blurred as he spun his weapon, blocking each strike in a frantic attempt to keep up.

But Onigi was relentless.

The old man’s attacks came at him faster and sharper, like a raging storm.

Every time Dorion tried to counter, Onigi would sidestep, duck, or weave, evading the attacks as if he could read Dorion’s movements like an open book.

Then, Onigi smirked.

"You’re getting desperate."

Dorion’s anger flared.

"Shut up!" he roared, stepping forward to attack—

But, his foot slipped.

The ground was slick.

His balance wavered.

"Eh?"

Dorion’s eyes widened in confusion as his body tilted forward.

Then he fell.

His mind raced.

What just happened?!

That’s when he noticed it.

The ground around them had turned to ice.

Onigi had frozen it.

Dorion had been so focused on defending that he hadn’t even realized the battlefield had changed.

Then a sharp chill filled the air.

Dorion looked up, and saw Onigi’s sword flash.

With a single swing, a wave of icy slashes exploded forward, racing toward him.

Dorion’s eyes widened in panic.

Dorion’s heart pounded. He had seconds to react.

With a flick of his wrist, his weapon shifted—the spear retracting, reshaping into a scythe.

More coverage. More defense.

But...

SLICE!

SLICE!

SLICE!

"AAARGH!"

Blood splattered into the air.

Dorion’s scythe had deflected some attacks—but not all.

Pain exploded across his body.

Deep gashes tore through his skin.

A searing cut split his cheek.

Another slashed across his arm and leg.

And, one of his ears:

Gone.

Dorion’s body trembled as he stumbled backward, rolling across the icy ground.

Everything hurt.

Every breath burned.

He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to rise.

The fight wasn’t over—Onigi was still coming.

But, his legs wobbled.

His body refused to move properly.

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The old man didn’t hesitate.

He blitzed forward like a blur—his sword raised, ready to finish it.

Dorion was out of time.

Dorion’s heart pounded.

In a pure panic, he threw up his arm to block with his scythe.

But...

SHING!

Onigi’s blade was too fast.

SLICK!

A flash of silver—then pain.

Dorion’s arm was gone.

"AAARGH!"

A scream tore from his throat as he staggered backward, his severed limb falling to the icy ground—his weapon slipping from his grasp.

Blood poured from the wound, spilling down his side.

His vision blurred.

His balance wavered.

He tried to retreat—step back, run, anything—

But...

STOMP.

Onigi slammed his foot down, sending a wave of ice rushing forward.

The frost coiled around Dorion’s feet in an instant—freezing him in place.

Dorion gasped.

His legs refused to move.

His entire body ached.

And Onigi?

He was still coming.

His cold, deadly gaze locked onto Dorion as he closed the distance, sword in hand.

Dorion’s breath hitched.

This is bad.

His mind raced, scrambling for a way out—anything.

But, there was nothing.

He was trapped.

Dorion’s eyes widened in terror.

His breath came in shaky gasps as he raised a trembling hand.

"W-Wait…!"

A desperate plea.

A last-ditch effort.

But...

SHING!

Onigi’s katana flashed.

One clean, merciless stroke.

SLIT.

Dorion’s head separated from his body.

A torrent of blood sprayed into the air, painting the frozen ground crimson.

His head spun before hitting the earth with a sickening thud.

A second later, his body collapsed.

Motionless. Lifeless.

Silence settled.

Onigi exhaled, icy fumes escaping his lips.

He stood still, eyes locked on Dorion’s fallen form.

Waiting.

Did that do it?

He couldn’t be sure.

He had no idea how many times this kid could come back to life.

But judging by Dorion’s panic-stricken face in his final moments…

This had to be the last one.

Still, he needed to be absolutely certain.

Onigi didn’t lower his blade.

He waited. Watching. Listening.

Dorion’s regeneration was always instant.

The moment he took fatal damage, his body stitched itself back together like it was second nature.

And each time, he struck back immediately.

It had caught Onigi off guard more than once.

So this time, he stayed extra cautious.

But…

Nothing happened.

No glow. No healing.

Dorion’s body remained still.

No sign of his usual automatic rebirth.

Onigi’s frown deepened.

"Is he… really dead?"

He didn’t trust what he was seeing.

He had to be sure.

Gripping his katana, Onigi stepped toward Dorion’s corpse, preparing to hack it to pieces.

But then—

THUD

THUD

THUD.

The ground shook.

A massive shadow loomed over him.

Onigi turned, his instincts flaring.

A towering undead giant built like a fortress of muscle and bone was charging straight at him.

Too fast.

Too close.

"Tch—!"

He barely had time to react—

BOOM!

The undead behemoth slammed into him.

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The impact was like getting hit by a runaway train.