Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Chapter 563: Eunid Vs Arid

As if responding to an invisible command, the luxury box expanded, glowing runes on its surface creating additional seats and tables for the uninvited guests. Persuaded by Pangubox, Nightfall agreed to sit, though she continually blew kisses Eunid’s way. Eunid rolled his eyes, shaking his head in exasperation.

Nora, curious about the enigmatic girl, turned to Old Fang. "Who is the Mistress of the Night?"

Old Fang’s expression was serious. "She is someone not even the patriarch of our family can afford to offend. She has taken a particular liking to Eunid."

Back on the fighting arena, Arid frowned at Eunid. "You’re trash, Eunid. Not even the good luck charm of the Night Mistress can save you."

Nightfall heard this but merely smirked, uninterested in engaging further. She was here to watch.

Eunid and Arid took their positions on opposite sides of the huge arena. Gates opened, and five hundred puppets on each side stepped out, some wielding weapons, others controlling spiritual energy, and many adorned in armor. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation, and the flags of each combatant—Eunid’s blue and Arid’s red—stood as symbols of their resolve.

Mulligan, standing tall despite his illness, raised a hand to signal the start of the duel. "Begin!"

Instead of commanding his puppets to attack, Arid surprised everyone by drawing his sword and rushing ahead of his army, aiming directly for Eunid’s head. The crowd gasped at his audacity and boldness.

The sound of Arid’s footsteps echoed through the arena, the metallic clinking of his armor harmonizing with the shouts of the audience. His expression was one of fierce determination, eyes locked onto Eunid with an intensity that sent shivers down the spines of the onlookers. Dust swirled around his feet as he sprinted, the sun glinting off his blade, which gleamed with deadly promise.

Eunid, unfazed by the sudden assault, stood his ground. The air was thick with tension, the anticipation palpable. The puppets on both sides remained eerily still, awaiting their commands, while the spectators held their breath, waiting to see the outcome of this unexpected move.

As Arid closed the distance, the ground beneath him seemed to tremble, each step resonating with the weight of his resolve.

Eunid smirked as he saw Arid charging toward him. He knew his cousin well—Arid was the bold type, always eager to prove his superiority.

This audacious move was no surprise. But Eunid also knew the difference in their power. Unlike Arid, Eunid respected the nuances of strength and weakness. For one to win in war, understanding one’s own capabilities was key.

As Arid closed in, Eunid’s smirk widened. With a confident wave of his hand, he commanded his puppets, "Shields!"

Instantly, the puppets responded, their shields rising high in the air. Runes etched onto the shields glowed with a mystical light, forming a barrier just in time to meet Arid’s descending blade. The explosion was fierce, the impact of the blade against the shields sending shockwaves through the arena. Dust and debris flew as the clash reverberated, and a few puppets were smashed by the powerful attack.

But Eunid had anticipated this. He waved his hand again, his voice calm and commanding, "Encircle!"

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the arena was electric. After all, such was War, subject to change at any time.

The audience gasped as Arid broke through the encirclement, their eyes wide with anticipation. The elders exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of admiration and concern.

"Arid’s boldness is impressive," one elder commented, his tone grudgingly respectful. "He’s willing to risk everything for victory."

"But it’s reckless," another elder countered. "Eunid’s strategy was sound, but he must adapt quickly if he hopes to win."

As the spirit energy-charged arrows descended, Eunid made a split-second decision. "Scatter!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos. The puppets dispersed, their movements swift and precise. The arrows struck the ground, their impact sending shockwaves through the arena but causing minimal damage to Eunid’s forces.

In the midst of the confusion, Arid’s momentum carried him forward. He aimed directly for Eunid, his blade gleaming with lethal intent. Eunid braced himself, his mind focused on the battle ahead. The clash of their weapons echoed through the arena, a testament to their skill and determination.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats, the intensity of the battle captivating their attention. Every move, every strike was a display of power and strategy. The outcome of this duel would determine not just the heir to the Diligence family but also the respect and admiration of all who witnessed it.

As the dust settled, both combatants faced each other, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. Eunid’s mind worked furiously, seeking the next strategic advantage. Arid’s confidence remained unshaken, his belief in his own strength unwavering.

"Not Bad! you were able to block that." Arid complimented.

However, Eunid wiped the blood that trailed down the side of his lips.

Although he did not like the compliment by his cousin, it was true.

Earlier on, what he had done was a big risk, but those that had eyes had seen it. Old fang and surprisingly, Nora, had seen it clearly. What he did was simple.

By commanding for his army to give way, he was enabling arid easily reach him, but at the same time, he was betting on the probability that the flying arrows would reach Arid first.

In this last clash, Arid had to split his energy. The first was to quickly attack Eunid and the second was to block the incoming attack from his own puppets.

"That was impressive!" Nora complimented, "he did not do it just to split Arid’s energy but because he wanted to test himself and see if he could actually block the attack."

Old fang paused...