Re-Awakening: I Ascend with a Legendary class - Chapter 534: Arjun vs Burfora
Chapter 534: Arjun vs Burfora
“They are winning, man.”
“Who are these people?”
“They have the same geneline aura, so they are a family, but they are quite strong.”
“Why…must they roll dice to decide the opponent?”
“I won’t lie, that sounds fun if you are in a big group.”
“Oh, they decided.”
“Swordsman, huh?”
Of the total of eight enemies, four were defeated.
Two wolf brothers and two Quasic Demons.
Now remained the black-haired human girl wielding a katana, the busty night elf, the eldest quasic demon brother, and Vier, the leader of this group.
Having won the bet, Arjun went up against the eldest Quasic Demon, Burfora, on the fifth battleground.
“What’s your weapon?” Burfora asked as he took out a black overlord spear with two braided red strings at its shaft. It had intricate lightning blue runes.
Arjun took out his bow, glisteringly gold with flowing amber and lapis blue, a sparkling stream circulating through it, and forming the string part as well.
“This is my Grim Weapon, Raudrik Sun Bow.”
Burfora lifted his spear and pointed at Arjun. “Good luck.”
Arjun smiled.
In the next moment, Burfora appeared behind Arjun, his spear piercing Arjun’s stomach.
But Arjun faded like sparkling grains of sand.
Five hundred meters to the northwest, Arjun reappeared as a streak of solar-gold wrapped in spiraling amber and blue sparks unleashed in the form of an arrow.
The air howled as it pierced through, exploding with a thunderous crack the moment it left the bowstring.
Burfora twisted his spear, the runes flashing blue, and split the arrow cleanly in midair.
“That’s fast,” he muttered and vanished, appearing behind Ajrun and striking him.
But Arjun was already gone again, a mirage splitting into sparks, replacing him upon getting hit.
Five hundred meters east, another arrow fired the moment he materialized.
Burfora blocked it again and vanished, hitting Ajrun again.
But the same thing again.
In a few seconds, the battlefield became a storm of golden arrows raining from every possible angle from Arjun’s mirages.
Spectators who were more in number than ever burst into discussion.
“He’s everywhere!”
“No, that’s afterimage teleportation!”
“That Quasic Demon can’t even locate him!”
But Burfora’s eyes narrowed, spear spinning like a cyclone as he decimated all the arrows and protected himself with a barrier.
“So that’s your trick…”
Arjun smiled faintly.
He fired again.
The arrow screamed, leaving a blazing trail of molten air, spiraling wildly like a comet’s tail.
Burfora vanished.
The arrow tore through an illusion.
Arjun’s eyes widened—
The faintest vibration of lightning hummed behind him.
He vanished instantly—
And Burfora’s spear pierced straight through the mirage he left behind.
But the moment Arjun rematerialized—
A second spear strike slammed into him, smacking him into the battleground with a blast.
Not from Burfora physically, but a phantom thrust, identical in speed, aura, and angle.
The second hit followed him across the reposition!
Arjun grunted, blood spraying as he barely twisted away, the fatal blow grazing his ribs. He spent Life Power and healed himself using a skill before vanishing.
In the next moment, fifty Arjuns appeared at once and rained arrows.
Burfora blocked the destructiveness of Arjun with ease.
“One hit. Two strikes. You can’t get away more.”
He lifted his hand, lightning curling through his finger, and then threw his spear with breakneck speed as it unleashed.
After hitting the first Arjun, it appeared through another Arjun mirage, bursting it, and then another.
In two seconds, all fifty Arjun mirages were gone.
Burfora appeared behind the real Arjun and pierced his spear.
Arjun’s ability is activated upon getting hit as a mirage replaces him and takes the hit, while allowing him to reposition anywhere within his domain’s range.
He did.
But a phantom strike still pierced him when he reappeared.
It was clear that this enemy created this technique mid-fight to counter him. This was something Almond, Lily, and Admiral Rudradido did a lot. This was the essence of battle in higher realms, where they could incorporate exotic possibilities by spending Grim Power.
And now, he had to do the same, or he would lose.
’I have to break his defense. None of my shockwave and explosiveness is going past his barrier.’
HBothGrim Trees provided raw destriveness and invincible evasion power, which he honed and boosted with his True Concept and Rune of Power, but both were failing.
His Rune of Power, which held his comprehensive arsenal of powers like exotic elements and concepts, was unable to overcome the defense, nor able to help him evade the phantom follow-up hits.
Arjun reappeared again—
And again, the phantom spear stabbed into him the instant he materialized.
“GAAH—!”
He dropped to one knee, clutching his bleeding flank.
Burfora closed the distance casually, spear dragging sparks across the ground.
“You understand now,” Burfora said, calm and certain. “Your evasion means nothing the moment I mark your domain.”
Arjun didn’t respond.
He dissolved into sand-grains, repositioning behind a distant boulder…only to grunt again as another phantom strike tore across his shoulder.
His breathing hitched.
His body shook.
His entire domain was tagged. Not a piece. Not a corner.
All of it.
If he repositioned, he was hit.
If he stayed, he would be killed.
He fired an arrow anyway, a blazing comet-shot that cratered the ground around Burfora.
Blocked.
The lightning barrier held firm. Diverting not the arrow, but everything it unleashed away from Burfora.
Fifty arrows.
A hundred.
A thousand.
Explosions consumed the battleground.
Burfora walked through them with ease, spear humming, phantom thrust ready to tear Arjun the moment he showed again.
“It’s over.”
“Yeah, that bowman can’t even hit him.”
“He is barely holding on by his swift attack speed and destructive explosions of his rain of arrows, but they aren’t hurting that demon, while the demon can drive a hit or two every few seconds.”
Arjun’s thoughts grew sharp under the pressure. Yet none of his arrows pierced Burfora’s lightning barrier.
’His barrier… doesn’t defend. It displaces everything it touches. That lightning has aspects of space. It’s his Rune of Power.’’
Every arrow that hit it simply slid aside at the last moment—forced into harmless trajectories.
’I need… something my power never had.
A shot that doesn’t move the way the world expects.’
He reappeared again—
Another phantom strike stabbed through him.
His eyes, though fading, reflected fierce clarity.
He wasn’t thinking about defense anymore.
Only one thing:
How to hit him.
Arjun stood slowly, bow trembling as it gathered sparks of amber and blue.
Burfora’s spear pointed straight at his heart.
“You have one more reposition,” Burfora said. “Then you’re done.”
Arjun smiled through blood.
“Good. I only need one more.”
Burfora vanished.
The phantom spear tore through Arjun’s chest.
His body exploded into shimmering dust.
Burfora’s eyes flicked upward—searching for Arjun’s next location.
But this time—
He didn’t sense anything.
No domain shift.
No aura.
No energy ripple.
Nothing.
Arjun reappeared behind him silently, weightless, like he’d stepped out from between the cracks of the world.
Burfora’s instincts screamed—
but too late.
Arjun whispered:
“Solar Linearity.”
A concept he forged in that instant by unleashing his Grim Power. It reduced by 185,400, putting him on the verge of initiating his first Grim Trial.
But he acquired it.
Solar Linearity.
Not bending.
Not curving.
Not adapting.
A straight line that refused to be displaced.
A trajectory that existed to its target before its cause.
A shot that did not acknowledge barriers or angles
Or rules of movement.
Burfora turned, spear flaring, lightning barrier roaring as it was displacing space in his domain swiftly.
Arjun released.
The arrow did not explode.
It did not flare.
It did not roar.
It simply moved.
In a perfectly flawless, unalterable straight line.
Burfora’s barrier twisted—
But the arrow did not.
The world tried to nudge it aside—
But the arrow did not move.
Burfora swung his spear—
The arrow passed straight through it, as if the weapon was an illusion.
It pierced Burfora’s chest—
A single, silent hole.
No explosion.
Just a straight line drilled perfectly through his body.
Burfora’s breath caught.
He looked down slowly.
“…A shot… that cannot be diverted…?”
Arjun lowered his bow, panting.
“I made a line,” he said.
“And you were standing on it.”
For the first time, Burfora’s expression broke.
He dropped his spear, collapsing to one knee, then falling fully onto the cracked battleground as Arjun’s destructiveness stream finally entered his body and reduced his Life Power to a minimum.
His lightning barrier flickered out.
Arjun swayed, nearly falling, but a burst of Life Power steadied him.
“I win.”
