Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 279

Chapter 279: HIGH STAKE BATTLE
Aaron and Chen Wo stared at each other across the barren expanse, neither one daring to make the first move. The air hung heavy with anticipation, charged with the raw energy of impending combat.

The entire area fell into an eerie calm, a profound silence that enveloped everything around them.

It felt as if the vast universe itself had paused, holding its breath in curiosity, eager to witness the clash between these two formidable warriors.

The ground beneath their feet, scarred from previous battles, seemed to pulse with quiet expectation.

Chen Wo struck first, his body flickering out of sight in an instant, vanishing without a whisper or a trace of disturbance in the air.

His movement was flawless, a ghost gliding through the veil of reality, leaving no ripple in the fabric of space.

There was no distortion of any kind from his swift advance, no telltale shimmer or gust of wind to betray his path.

It was as if he had simply ceased to exist in one spot and reemerged in another, defying the laws of perception.

Aaron reacted with lightning speed, whipping around to face the unseen threat.

He swung his ego weapon, black sphere, in a wide arc that gleamed with dark, ominous power. To any onlookers, his motion might have appeared foolish, a wild swing into empty space with no apparent target.

But in the very next moment, a resounding clash echoed through the silence—the sharp ring of swords colliding with unyielding force.

The impact sent vibrations rippling through the air, a testament to the precision hidden beneath the chaos.

Materializing before Aaron, his sword already swung downward in a lethal arc, was Chen Wo.

Chen Wo wore a confident smile on his face, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of the fight.

He had anticipated Aaron’s defense against that initial, deceptively basic attack, testing the waters of his opponent’s skill.

A master of swordsmanship, Chen Wo twisted his blade with expert finesse while it remained interlocked with the black sphere.

He rotated it in a full 360-degree radius, the motion fluid and calculated, disrupting Aaron’s grip with surgical precision.

The black sphere was wrenched from Aaron’s hand, spiraling upward into the air like a dark comet.

It left him momentarily defenseless, exposed in the heat of battle, the weapon’s absence a glaring vulnerability.

From Aaron’s fingertips erupted sharp claws, drawn from the primal werewolf essence woven into his origin bloodline.

They extended with a metallic sheen, razor-edged and pulsing with feral power, ready to tear through flesh and bone.

He lunged forward, throwing both arms toward Chen Wo’s chest in a powerful grapple mimicry.

His muscles tensed like coiled springs, the attack fueled by raw, animalistic strength that sought to crush and dominate.

Chen Wo parried the claws effortlessly with a swift sweep of his sword, the blade singing as it deflected the assault.

He followed up immediately, shifting into a precise stab aimed at Aaron’s core, the point of the weapon glinting with deadly intent.

Aaron conjured a dense shadow barrier right in front of his abdomen, the dark veil materializing like a living shroud to absorb and block the incoming thrust.

It swirled with inky blackness, a protective wall born from his mastery over shadows.

Abruptly, Chen Wo altered his trajectory mid-strike, transforming the stab into a vicious upward swing.

The blade sliced cleanly through Aaron’s left eye, carving a path of agony that burned like fire across his face.

“Urgh,” Aaron groaned in pain, staggering back a step as waves of sharp torment radiated from the wound.

Blood trickled down his cheek, warm and sticky, blurring his vision on that side.

He clutched his damaged eye with one hand, the flesh throbbing under his palm as he willed it to heal.

The injury pulsed with unrelenting intensity, a deep gash that refused to mend despite his regenerative abilities.

But healing proved impossible; the eye remained sealed shut, the damage persistent and unyielding, as if sealed by some ancient curse.

Frustration mingled with the pain, but Aaron pushed it down, focusing on the fight.

Seizing the moment of Aaron’s disorientation, Chen Wo delivered a powerful roundhouse kick.

His leg whipped through the air like a thunderbolt, aimed to send Aaron flying across the desolate terrain.

Aaron raised his arm just in time, blocking the kick with a solid thud that reverberated through his bones.

The impact jarred his frame, but he held firm, his werewolf resilience absorbing the force.

Drawing on his witch bloodline, Aaron manipulated the mana swirling in the air around him.

He wove it into thick, thorny vines that burst from the ground, coiling around Chen Wo’s extended leg with unyielding grip.

Yet the vines grasped at nothing but empty space, closing around a fleeting afterimage that dissolved like mist. Chen Wo had already evaded, his presence a mere illusion left behind in the blink of an eye.

Chen Wo reappeared behind Aaron in a bizarre twist of motion, defying logic and catching him off guard.

The air barely stirred, his arrival silent and predatory, like a shadow come to life.

With pinpoint accuracy, Chen Wo extended his finger and struck a vital acupuncture point on Aaron’s right arm. The touch was light but devastating, sending a numbing shock through the limb.

Aaron’s right arm went limp, hanging uselessly at his side, no longer responding to his commands. A wave of frustration washed over him as control slipped away, leaving him handicapped in the midst of battle.

Chen Wo retreated swiftly, narrowly escaping a burst of hell flames that erupted in a meter-wide radius around Aaron. The infernal fire roared to life, scorching the earth and filling the air with acrid smoke.

Aaron glared at Chen Wo, his remaining eye burning with determination.

Despite the setbacks, he maintained a composed demeanor, a faint smile tugging at his lips, masking the storm within.

“I’m impressed. Despite losing an eye, you remain calm still. If you think it will regenerate or heal, you should give up. That’s one of the special abilities of Dragon Forge,” Chen Wo said, his voice laced with admiration and a hint of mockery.