Grave Of The Fireflies

CG Chapter 103: Grave Of The Fireflies

Ragnar didn't wait long before speaking. "Don't you think it would be rude to make our viewers wait any longer? Shall we begin? That is if you aren't too scared already."

His gaze, filled with bloodlust, locked onto Folek. It was as if he were looking at a tiny rat he could crush with ease.

The ground trembled beneath his muscular body as he turned and walked toward an inconspicuous white pillar that stood behind him.

It seemed ordinary at first glance, but the way Ragnar moved toward it made Folek feel uneasy.

Cold sweat began to form on Folek's back as he saw Ragnar's actions.

The pillar that stood at the back of the arena was lifted by Ragnar, who then placed it on his shoulders as if it weighed nothing.

Folek's heart wavered for a second. He feared that even with Hidden's surprise attack, they might not be able to kill this beast.

Ragnar's strength made him seem like a predator that didn't belong to this world.

At this sight, the crowd surrounding the two began to scream and chant frantically, "Northern Star, Northern Star, Northern Star, kill the fucking foreigner!"

"The Northern Star is undefeated!"

"The foreigner is unworthy of dying by his majesty's hand."

"I would have killed him if it wasn't for Jafn."

Their deafening voices, thick with bloodlust, only served to feed Ragnar's ego.

Folek gritted his teeth, his mind racing to figure out a way of weakening Ragnar. His only hope was his speed.

Boom

Before he could act, Ragnar moved, launching himself forward like a cannon. The ground cracked, with each step of his creating a new hole in the ground.

The sight of the nearly naked giant charging toward him left Folek speechless.

"Fuck," was the only thing he could mutter. He barely had time to dodge the pillar that came swinging toward him.

As he dodged around like a rabbit running away from a bloodthirsty wolf, he unsheathed his sword with his right hand.

In an instant, he spun, facing the oncoming attack.

Igniting his life seed, his eyes began to glow crimson, and a roar escaped his throat.

"I am Folek Von Flameheart!" he screamed at Ragnar and the crowd "And I will be damned if I let you have it easy!" with this scream his confidence returned.

Woosh

In the next moment, Ragnar reached his side. Holding the pillar with both hands like a bat, he swung it, aiming to break Folek's body in one attack.

Unexpectedly, instead of continuing to dodge, Folek held his sword firmly.

With a swift motion, he let the sword slide alongside the pillar, redirecting Ragnar's force and halting him in his place.

This was only possible because his sword was made using the strongest type of steel, forged in the now-abandoned Flameheart territory. Had he used any other sword, it would have dulled greatly or even shattered in his hand.

Disregarding the unimaginable pain that filled his body from the clash, Folek focused all his strength on his legs and, using Ragnar's momentary disbelief made a swift move toward his back.

Facing Ragnar's wall-like back, Folek didn't hesitate.

He slashed diagonally, but before he could feel any sense of victory, Ragnar stepped forward, dodging most of the strike.

Still, and despite Ragnar's dodge at the last second, Folek managed to leave a wound across his back.

Ragnar turned, a smile creeping back onto his face, but this time, it carried demonic intent. "You want to play around, don't you? I'm going to show you why they call me the Northern Star."

Folek didn't let Ragnar's provocations shake him. He had something more important to worry about.

He sensed that a large portion of his energy had been used in the last attack.

He breathed heavily, his heart racing as if it was about to explode from the pressure.

But he ignored it, and his eyes shone with a brighter color as he called out in a faint voice that only he could hear:

"Grave of the Fireflies."

During his time in Alamut, Folek had poured everything into solidifying his foundation as a grand knight.

Years of relentless daily training, combined with his experiences as the Blood Baron, had led to this moment, his ultimate technique.

His sword began to vibrate slowly before its movement skyrocketed.

The intensity of the vibration built up until it turned the sword a fiery shade of red.

At that moment, Folek didn't realize it, but through pure talent and hard work, he was able to manifest his power into the external world.

A feat that should have been impossible in a rank-one world like Eldervale. However, Eldervale's original rank gave it a higher ceiling than any other rank-one world.

All these factors combined made this scene possible.

Burst

Thousands of tiny particles exploded from his sword, resembling little fireflies that filled the sky of the arena.

Before Ragnar could comprehend what was happening, the fireflies descended upon him.

One firefly alone wouldn't have bothered him, but together, they covered Ragnar's entire body with countless tiny wounds.

"You!" Ragnar screamed in fury, his smile vanishing. Born with divine strength, he possessed an unmeasurable level of confidence in his own power.

His undefeated streak had only fueled this arrogance. But now, a red-haired nobody had brought him to such a miserable state.

Folek grinned through his exhaustion, hearing Ragnar's anguished scream. But his body was no longer able to stand. He collapsed to the ground, his strength completely drained.

Despite this, he felt a sense of happiness. He had done his job. And a far more terrifying beast was going to take his place.