Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 282

Chapter 282: ALL OUT OFFENSE

“What a crazy technique. Annihilating all three in the same breath is crazy,” muttered Aaron, who had tucked himself away in yet another isolated space after swapping with one of the clones.

His voice echoed softly in the void, a mix of awe and frustration as he regrouped.

The annihilation sword art consisted of 12 interconnected sword techniques, each paired seamlessly with perfect footwork that danced like shadows in the night. It was a symphony of destruction, where every step and swing built upon the last, creating an unstoppable cascade.

“Tsk,” Aaron grumbled, quickly exiting his isolated space before it could be shattered by Chen Wo’s probing energy, forcing him back into the open.

“Don’t be a coward that’s always hiding. Show yourself,” Chen Wo chided, his voice booming across the desolate terrain, echoing off distant ruins.

He scanned the horizon with narrowed eyes, his grip tightening on Dragon Forge despite his injuries.

Aaron didn’t respond verbally, instead channeling his origin bloodline to unleash an elemental storm from his Djinn heritage. Winds howled and lightning crackled, swirling into a vortex of raw power that obscured the battlefield in chaos.

While the storm raged, he completely erased his presence using his shadow abilities, blending into the darkness like a phantom vanishing into the night.

The shadows clung to him protectively, muffling even the sound of his breath.

“12 pillar sword—” Chen Wo started, preparing to invoke another devastating technique, his blade glowing with building energy.

Before he could finish, Aaron materialized right before him, driving blood spikes intertwined with writhing shadows straight into Chen Wo’s shoulders.

The spikes pierced flesh with a sickening thud, anchoring deep into muscle and bone.

“Urgh!” Chen Wo groaned, the pain assaulting his brain like white-hot needles, yet he stubbornly held onto his blade.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, mixing with blood, as he fought to remain standing.

Aaron held Chen Wo’s neck tightly

His fingers dug in just enough to restrict but not crush, a display of controlled dominance.

Increasing the grip with his right arm, he hurled Chen Wo skyward like a discarded ragdoll.

The throw was powerful, sending him arcing through the air with tremendous force, the wind whistling past.

In the sky awaited Black Sphere, already transformed into the mighty form of Mjolnir, crackling with thunderous energy.

It hung suspended, a harbinger of impending doom, its surface etched with ancient runes that pulsed faintly.

Black Sphere collided with Chen Wo mid-air, the impact resounding like a thunderclap, forcing him plummeting back to the ground.

A massive crater formed upon landing, dust billowing upward in a choking cloud that obscured the scene.

Chen Wo attempted to rise to his feet, his body trembling from the exertion, but his lower body was firmly sealed in place by encroaching shadows that formed a second skin around him.

They tightened like living chains, cold and unyielding against his skin.

Using Dragon Forge, Chen Wo shattered the shadows with a desperate swing, the blade’s edge slicing through the darkness like a hot knife through butter. Fragments of shadow dissipated into harmless wisps.

“Aargh!” Chen Wo cried out in agony, his left arm suddenly severing cleanly from his body. The limb fell to the ground with a thud, blood pooling rapidly around it.

It was utterly baffling to Chen Wo; his left arm had detached as if the very bonds holding it together had been erased. Shock widened his eyes, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

He stared across at Aaron with a confused expression etched on his face, unable to comprehend how he had lost his left arm so inexplicably. The pain blurred his vision, but his mind raced for answers.

“Your life is in my hands now. Even your head has been severed by me somewhere in the future. I have cut you several times, which has been stored in the future,” Aaron explained, reading the confusion in Chen Wo’s posture and gaze. His voice was calm, almost instructional, as if lecturing a student.

“Controlling the Dao of time, huh. You really are a monster,” Chen Wo admitted grudgingly, clutching his severed left arm with his remaining hand. Blood soaked his fingers, warm and sticky, as acceptance dawned in his eyes.

Aaron had employed the same ability he used against Loki, Thor, and their companions during their last encounter, but this version against Chen Wo was far more sophisticated. It wove time like threads in a tapestry, intricate and inescapable.

He had overlapped with his future self, delivering several killing blows to Chen Wo before isolating them all in a separate timeline. The attacks hung suspended, like storms on the horizon, waiting to be unleashed.

All he needed to do was release the isolated timeline, and Chen Wo’s fate would be irrevocably sealed. The power thrummed in Aaron’s veins, a tantalizing control over destiny itself.

Chen Wo smiled faintly, acknowledging his obvious defeat, yet a spark of defiance lingered in his eyes. He wasn’t ready to succumb entirely, his spirit unbowed despite the overwhelming odds.

“Heavenly demon sword art. First form—urgh,” Chen Wo began, only to groan in fresh pain as his right arm slipped from his shoulder, Dragon Forge still clutched in its grasp. The arm hit the ground with a dull thump, the blade clattering beside it.

“I’m not interested in seeing your sword art anymore,” Aaron stated flatly, denying Chen Wo the chance to unleash the exclusive sword art tied to the heavenly demon’s bloodline.

His words cut like a final verdict, extinguishing any lingering hope.

“Hahahaha. In the end, it seems like we were never equals,” Chen Wo laughed, the sound laced with pained realization that echoed hollowly across the cratered landscape. Tears of frustration mixed with blood on his cheeks.

“I just don’t like fighting at full strength most times. It puts an end to an enjoyable battle quickly,” Aaron affirmed, striding toward Dragon Forge with purposeful steps. His boots crunched over debris, each footfall a declaration of victory.

Chen Wo fell silent, his eyes fixed on Aaron with a glimmer of desperate hope.

He prayed Aaron would attempt to claim Dragon Forge, seeing it as his last chance for reversal in this doomed confrontation.

Dragon Forge could not be wielded by anyone besides him and the heavenly demon; any intruder was swiftly reduced to nothingness by its destructive aura. It was a trap woven into the weapon’s very essence, a guardian curse.

“Those eyes. To think there can still be hope in your eyes baffles me,” Aaron remarked, shaking his head as he bent down to pick up Chen Wo’s severed right hand. The flesh was still warm, the fingers rigid around the hilt.