Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel-Chapter 738: Chiron Vs Divinity

The moment stretched.

Then Chiron moved.

He struck first, and it was not out of desperation, but certainty.

He was going to get rid of this invader once and for all.

Blood surged from his arm, twisting, folding, living. Devil's Touch awakened, its surface rippling like a sentient tide before hardening into a blade—crimson-black, serrated with veins of glowing curse script.

With how extensive Chiron's growth had been, the weapon had not just grown with him.

Yes.

It was far better than that. It had evolved.

Meaning that...

The weapon did not simply exist in his hand; it breathed with him.

Chiron stepped forward—

—and the world exploded.

His sword flashed, not once, but dozens of times in the space of a heartbeat. Each strike carried layered techniques: feints hidden within arcs, pressure condensed into razor-thin lines, blood-curses embedded mid-swing.

He was giving it his years of accumulated training and swirling techniques that he haxperfrctrd from his clan.

His spirit energy burst outward, a tidal wave of violent intent that shredded the ground beneath his feet and sent shockwaves racing across the precious land.

The air screamed.

Mountains a long didtance away cracked.

And even the humans a d orcs in the precious land felt it.

Many fell on their knees in prayers to him.

They begged for mercy, to their new God. What they did not know.

Could not know was that their god was similarly fighting for his life.

There was no attack that had hesitation in it.

After all Chiron knew more than anyone what this battle meant.

The monk had even said it himself. Heavens will had sent him, not for the precious land, but for Chiron.

He was the threat.

Of course abandoning the Precious land and escaping was still an option.

But Chiron did not think that heaven was so foolish that it did not think of this option.

Gods were not allowed in mortal planes and yet this one existed here.

Heaven was exploring the loop holes in its own rules in other to get rid of him.

This was very Very freakish to think about.

After Chiron's attack...

The sky recoiled.

And yet—

The monk raised one finger.

Just one.

Chiron's continous strikes met it.

Clang.

It was not steel, and definitely not flesh.

Something far denser.

The impact detonated outward, flattening forests in an instant, yet the monk did not move an inch. His finger glowed faintly, divine script spiraling around it like a lazy halo.

"Your foundation is solid," the monk said calmly, finger shifting to redirect another slash. "Very solid, for a mortal."

He is complimenting me. Fucker!

Chiron cursed inwardly.

He twisted, spinning Devil's Touch into a reverse arc, blood splintering into dozens of auxiliary blades that struck from impossible angles.

Of course, it was actual blood. Since he began learning how to use those techniques from the blood cursed, he always kept sprea drained blood from people he killed.

Just for practice of course.

To think he would waste so much on this battle.

The monk stepped once to the side.

"One does not often see blood obeyed so completely."

He dodged it, not because it was effective against him, but because he felt like it was dirt that should not stain him.

Chiron growled in annoyance and pressed harder.

He vanished—reappeared above the monk, blade descending like a guillotine, spirit energy compressed so tightly it warped space itself.

The monk flicked his finger upward.

The strike was stopped.

The shockwave annihilated everything behind him.

Even the two halves of the Castle crumbled.

Runic towers shattered.

The precious land—once fertile and humming with faith—collapsed into ruin, valleys splitting open as if bitten apart by invisible jaws.

Chiron landed hard, skidding backward across scorched earth.

This is bad.

His mind raced even as his body moved.

No openings. No fluctuation. No strain. He's suppressing himself and still matching me with a finger.

Chiron felt it now—clearly.

This wasn't a test.

This was a lesson.

And he was the student being beaten senseless.

The monk was seeing how far he would go before he would give an attack similar to the last one.

Chiron leapt back, blood rippling as Devil's Touch dissolved and reformed into dozens of hovering constructs.

"Fine," Chiron muttered. "Let's see how you like this."

He waved his hand.

The sky above the monk fractured as portals snapped open—small, precise, brutal.

This was him basiy releasing his storage in an effort to see if items from that other world would work.

Blades screamed downward, forged not of this world. Tungsten, steel, cursed alloys. Then—

Grenades.

Dozens.

Then hundreds.

Relics of Chiron's former world, modified, blood-bound, armed with overlapping curse detonators.

The monk raised an eyebrow.

The explosions arrived all at once.

Fire swallowed the land.

Shockwaves folded into each other, compressing air into annihilating force. A sun bloomed at ground zero, light erasing shadow, sound erasing thought.

For several seconds—

Nothing existed.

Then the smoke cleared.

At the center of the crater stood the monk.

Untouched.

He stroked his beard slowly, ash drifting harmlessly around him.

"…Unorthodox," he mused. "Very unorthodox."

His eyes lifted to Chiron, now sharp with interest.

"But fascinating."

Chiron hates that look. After all, he knew it himself.

That was the look he gave a person—no, a subject suitable for experimentation.

Basically, the monk was now contemplating whether Chiron was interesting enough to have as a pet, or conduct experiments on like a lab rat.

It was definitely not the fascination of looking at a child try.

This was an incredible insult to Chiron.

He had not climbed so far in this life for someone to look down at him.

And definitely not some pompous price from the so called heavens.

If he could run, he would have probably done so. But heavens will had locked down this place because of its heaven's Tribulation.

And the monk would still follow regardless.

In that case, he would have to use that.

Mwanwhile, around the monk, Divine energy surged.

And Chiron felt it—