1730 The Unhinged Death

Seeing the place Ghost picked, Death clicked his tongue in interest.

His most careful thoughts were focused on the uneven, open terrain that was filled with a film of slippery ice and snow.

Although most of the open space is leveled, some noticeable parts went up and down like slopes and were perfect locations for tripping an enemy.

Death chuckled, knowing his enemy had put a lot of thought into this space, ensuring that none of that there only be one victor at the end-- Him (Ghost).

Suddenly, the air became cold as both parties quietly circled the open space with eyes that dripped with murderous intent.

1, 2, 3...

Woosh!

A powerful explosive force echoes from their feet, as the duo plunged forward with all their might.

They were moving as though the floor wasn't slippery at all.

Ting!~

Death was pushed back after their weapons clashed, a look of surprise flashing through his eyes.

It's been a long time since someone had pushed him back this way.

It's not only strength that matters when it comes to pushing an opponent back.

All killers understood this, but the most failure came from procrastinating about your opponent's counterattack and skill sets.

Death had never seen anyone block his moves like this.

Death didn't know what technique it was, but he was sure Ghost created a powerful ripple block when stopping his attack.

The ripple effect transferred to his twin daggers, causing him and the holder to tremble unexpectedly.

'What a distracting technique.' Death thought, as he hastily ducked for his life when seeing the swift blade aim at his neck.

Had he been careless after the ripping effect touched him, he would've been long dead.

With Ghost's speed and attack force, Death was sure many Pyno killers would have been killed just now with that unexpected move.

Ghost had immediately gone for his neck after that rippling attack, giving no space for breathers.

But this was just the beginning.

Ting! Ting! Swish! Bam! Boom! Pah! Bam!~

1 2, 3, 4, 5...

Death felt the menacing of his name was now coming to fruition for him the longer he fought this powerful beast.

He had almost no space to think, as Ghost had him on a cusp, letting him fall, roll, slide away, crawl, block and never have a chance for attack... And then, it happened.

Ahhhhh!

Death inwardly hissed, feeling his veins pound with blood as Ghost gave a deep cut on his upper left arm.

Grrrr~~~

Death trotted his teeth, feeling blood oozing out his mouth, the backlash his body was facing caused him to spew unwanted black blood.

Of course, the blood wasn't just from the wound but was also pent-up blood from the few punches he took on earlier.

Things cannot continue to go on like this!

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Thinking that, he launched a Baymardian attack and it worked. And then, he launched another attack which caught Ghost by surprise, almost working too.

At first, he was happy, but then his face turned cold.

'Hold on something isn't right.'

Since the start, he has only been using his Arcadinian-born method.

It's not that he looked down at these techniques but after years and years of using his regular killer techniques, he was more likely to begin any battle with his old skills than any new ones.

If the enemy, this outsider, then he must've also known about many of his usual techniques.

Ghost was now a hundred percent sure this bastard belonged to the TOEP somehow.

So it wouldn't be strange for them to have a list of skills and techniques he was capable of.

Thinking like this it was no wonder that every time he lifted his weapons, his every move seemed to have predicted his every move and how it would play out.

'Bastard!'

Death was furious, knowing the TOEP now had a list of his attacks.

In future did it mean that even if he survived some other son of a b**ch might come his way to challenge him after cheating so obviously?

Yes!

This was a form of cheating no matter how you look at it.

What was the point of challenging an opponent if you already knew all their moves and skills?

Heheheheheheheh~

Death's entire body trembled with even more murderous intent, as he now did away with his usual smiles.

If his men were here, they would say this was the version of Death no one had to face.

When Death was truly angered he would become a very volatile person who was even more cruel than psychopaths.

At this point, pain was numb to him, and his eyes would turn lifeless, as though everything in the world was no longer of interest to him.

Sensing his change, Ghost was also taken aback by the strange alarming feeling in his heart but didn't think anything of it.

What can go wrong now? He was already winning and was one step away from finishing the bloody battle.

However, Death proved him wrong, expressively rising from his knees when blocking Ghost's blade with one dagger.

Ghost was standing on his left. Death had blocked the attack with his blade on his injured left arm without even looking up.

The pain seemed nothing to those dead eyes of his.

Slowly turning his head and body like a puppet in a horror movie, Death stared Ghost in the eyes.

"What was it you said earlier?... ah yes... You said I don't deserve to know your name."

Ting!

Death's right hand moved its blade in a fierce attack many in Baymard would very much recognize – The 3 headed-Snake illusion!

Ghost swore he saw 3 right-hand blades coming his way, swirling like serpents.

He aimed for the 2nd, middle one, thinking the rest were mirages.

Pff~

Ghost widened his eyes in disbelief, looking at the dripping blood from his left side belly.

This... this...

"His can a Pyno bastard like you touch me? You—."

Death stared emotionlessly at Ghost, not attacking anymore. Rather, he took several steps back.

"Is this it?... How boring. I expected to fight against superior skills. But maybe because your master is too eager for success, he had you learn all my moves to ensure you don't mess up your tasks."

Ghost thinned his lips not saying anything while also rising to his feet.

It wasn't a lie that he was in disapproval of his master giving him documents containing all of Death's moves.

It was cowardly, but because they were in foreign lands, even if they do have TOEP around they needed enough guarantee for every move they made.

The deadline for Sebastian to take the Arcadinian throne was next summer

So whether by hook or by crook, it must be done.

However, Ghost wasn't ready to sacrifice his reputation for the cause just yet.

'This is bad.' Ghost thought, feeling the color drain from his face.

Understand that the matter of knowing Ghost's moves was something only discussed between him, Sebastian and Rudolf.

No one, not even his men knew he stopped so low due to orders from the master.

With the cat out of the bag, Ghost even wished he could kill all his men right now.

Sure, they might still respect him for the time being, but this is a permanent stain that would lead to lack of respect somewhat down the line.

So can Ghost admit it? No way! Never!

Ghost's heart skipped a beat.

"Shut up, Pyno waste! Do I need to learn your skills to defeat you? Do you know what sort of training I've gone through to get to this point? Instead of saying you are useless and predictable, you would rather say I've learned all your moves instead? Trash!"

Ghost was not only talking to Death but also to his men nearby, trying to confuse them and use reasoning to deal with the matter.

Yes!

This isn't the first time they've seen their leader take down enemies.

Their leader has dealt with mightier enemies than this Pyno runt. It was unlikely he would waste his time learning Death's moves just for counter-attacking.

On the trees and surroundings, many sneered in disgust, looking at Death like a piece of garbage who could only give excuses when cornered.

Such killers were the worst of all.

A true killer should die honorably and not cower and blame everything on his opponent like a weak chicken.

This is Pyno's best?

Tch!

How disappointing.

Death narrowed his gaze with a slight smile on his lips.

'Indeed, it was disappointing.'

The only way to force Ghost to use superior Morg skills was for him to use Baymardian techniques Ghost never knew he possessed.

What he, Death, wants, is a real battle!

And trust him, he always got what he wanted.

"Drop your weapon. We'll be taking this old school."