Rivers of the Night - Chapter 337: Heat [1200 GT Bonus]

Chapter 337: Heat [1200 GT Bonus]

Theron moved not like the wind, but akin to flowing water. He parried one strand of gold after another, one streaming attack gliding past his shoulders, by his cheeks, or impaling itself between his legs.

There was a focus in his eyes as he overwhelmed the streaming lines of gold silk blades.

He hadn’t understood them. Right now, he was using his control to overwhelm them. He realized early that this wasn’t a challenge that he would be able to easily overcome.

But the sword’s rage was giving him the opportunity.

If it had continued to split its attention between the Tribulation and its attacks, Theron would have been overwhelmed even if he brought out his Immortal Jellyfish Echo.

But since it insisted on swallowing all of the blades itself, there was a chance here.

And that was all Theron needed.

This was a blade. Its intelligence was limited, its attack patterns were rigid within the laws it had learned from Wren and the Tribulation above it. It didn’t know how to adapt, and it certainly couldn’t outwit Theron.

Theron’s body weaved forward and back, grasping tiny slivers of opportunity.

He listened to his body, his muscles and blood moving in unison. He sank deeper into Veinsong, the gliding cadence of his Mana becoming smoother and less rushed, and yet quicker nonetheless.

Every breath he took matched the radiance of his heartbeat.

Vibrations. Concentration.

These were the two aspects of Wren’s path of the sword. He was able to squeeze his Flux Mana down into the tiniest of strands, so thin they were hardly detectable.

That was especially important because his sword didn’t have Runic Lines drawn into it. It was a common sword, so it wasn’t capable of withstanding Mana being poured directly into it, let alone Silver Mana or beyond.

As such, Wren had no choice but to cover it with his Mana instead. But it was too difficult to do that.

Coating a weapon with Mana wasn’t unheard of, but it was far inferior to injecting a weapon with Mana because the latter allowed more synergy.

It was the difference between Mana being additive and Mana being multiplicative.

If you just coated a weapon, you might as well form the weapon entirely of Mana. The energy and treasure wouldn’t synergize properly. At that point, Wren would be burning through a great amount of Mana every second, every clash, just to protect his sword.

However, by concentrating it in this way, it forced the Mana and blade to reach a level of closeness that normal coating methods couldn’t.

But even so, it was still lacking…

That was where the vibration came in. By vibrating the incredibly thin lines of Mana at the same time, it made the blade practically akin to a razor, allowing it to cut through things it would ordinarily have no business cutting through.

These two simple laws were exactly what Wren was trying to match.

Laws… simple ones… almost like the density that the Black Clan and his Blue Pufferfish Echo could take advantage of.

As Theron moved, he affirmed his thoughts all the more. That was exactly what he was looking at right now.

The Runes that he had been observing all this time were exactly that.

Was that the secret that he was missing?

What had allowed his breakthrough into Runebound Resonance? It was observing the way Chopra had been able to directly apply his Soul Mana Resonance to his Echo—the melding between the two…

Thanks to that, Theron was able to borrow the Runes his Echo already had thanks to the Black Limbo Tortoise and tap into Laws he hadn’t yet personally comprehended.

No, that wasn’t true. He had comprehended them. That was what he had gained from studying the Runes on the tortoise shell.

The irony was that Theron just didn’t understand what he had comprehended. He didn’t even know what Laws were… and yet, he was able to grasp them.

Every time the Runes from the swords in the sky shattered, Theron was able to grasp them as well. What he was being limited by wasn’t his lack of understanding of the Laws themselves, but instead how to apply them to his sword.

He was so obsessed with trying to apply it to his blade and his blade only that he didn’t see the answer right in front of him.

A lack of knowledge.

Theron’s eyes flashed as he exhaled a breath. This time, however, there was nothing chilly about this breath.

It was a steaming heat, almost akin to the exhale of an awakening dragon, his throat reddened, his Mana gaining the slightest tinge of violet to it.

His foot tapped along the ground, and his Core began to change once again.

New Runes began to manifest on his Blue Pufferfish Echo. His Water Mana became more concentrated, thinner, and yet denser all at once.

His blade trembled.

Chi.

A line of gold met Theron’s sword, and it shattered on impact, the two vibrations canceling one another out perfectly.

Theron’s comprehension of peaks, valleys, and waves was far beyond this simple sword. He had been finding methods to counter the Sangun and their Sound Mana for months already, and he found that the Vibration Laws that were coming down now reflected the methods of that Sound Mana perfectly.

That was exactly what he was looking for.

Theron’s arm slashed across, half a dozen lines of gold shattering on impact. Sparkling Runes fell to the ground, thin cuts spontaneously erupting along the ground as Theron sank into a stance.

His backward momentum finally came to a stop and his aura blazed, his hair fluttering like wisps of clouds and dreams wrapped in a gorgeous hue.

A tinge of violet stained his eyes as he came to a full stop. The rage building up in his heart suddenly overflowed.

Chi.

He accelerated forward, cutting the distance between him and the golden blade in the skies in an instant.

The golden silk strands suddenly came together as though the gold sword finally sensed danger.

BANG!

The two blades clashed in the middle of the skies, the Tribulation as their backdrop.

A look of menace flashed in the depths of Theron’s eyes. He had held back for enough time.

He knew many were watching. He knew many more were waiting for him to fall.

In that case, he would give them a primer of what was to come.

Today, there would only be one victor.

And that was him.

BANG!

The two separated, and Theron landed on the ground, streaking lines of gold falling from the skies and attacking both him and the blade.

With the Heaven’s Fury descending onto them both, Theron and Wren’s blades streaked across the battlefield, clashing in a continuous cascade of collisions that sparked as violently as the lightning above.

Theron danced, his hair flowing akin to a mane behind him. His blood seemed like a tonic of courage to him. Every time another wound was cut open, he only fought more valiantly, as though it was the biggest insult to him to suffer even a single wound.

Pain was a figment of his imagination, the arcs of his attacks leaving blue, white, and violet streaks in the air.

Like a flowery canvas of the mirror to his heart, he unleashed one ruthless attack after another, suffocating the golden sword.

Predictable.

Predictable.

Predictable.

The arrogance in Theron’s heart bloomed, and his blood roared. He began to unleash two attacks for the blade’s every one, and then three, and then four.

‘Die.’

Theron roared, his father’s short sword blooming with a deathly might.

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