I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 352  Emissaries Of Darkness

Her eyes trembled before the circle of black flames that swirled on Northern's sides.

Northern's eyes opened, diverting into two, and without warning, he plunged forward.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of her, hurling the spear from below.

The lady, with her eyes shaking with disbelief, staggered back and belatedly pushed her upper back lower to allow the attack to slip past her upwards.

Northern immediately rebounded his attack, twisting in an unnatural manner and bringing it back down.

But faster than him, the lady threw a kick—which he had to jump away from mid-attack.

The lady thought she had finally given space. But she hadn't even breathed before Northern drifted back to her front like a persistent mosquito.

He lunged a thrust towards her in that same moment, but reacting reflexively, her spear deflected it upwards.

Northern's hand was already shooting towards her, cloaked in the black flames.

She caught it midway, holding his arm with amazing strength for a woman.

Northern glanced at her grip for a moment. He instinctively redirected Gengar, bringing it down vertically on her.

She needed to block, no matter how she did it, her grip on him was bound to weaken.

And he was going to exploit that moment to burn her to crisps.

'Fuck not killing anyone'

He wasn't going to die because he was trying to make sure he didn't kill his opponent, if the lady was not going to spare his life in any way.

He was not going to do the same too, unless he could completely overpower her without worrying about her capabilities.

Unfortunately for him, he underestimated his opponent. Instead of going for the block, the lady threw her spear into the air then rode her bicycle kick on him, using him as a stepping stone to leap into the air and catch her spear.

Then she landed afar from him, Northern was just slowly recovering from the recoiling of tumbling away like a rag doll after she leaped away.

It was a slight kick but it was so powerful, so fast. She had perfect control of her momentum, her speed, her flexibility.

Everything about the lady's skill and movement was so amazing, it showed she had a high battle IQ.

He, on the other hand… Well, he was growing.

He stayed and watched the lady, he wasn't sure what was going on but the moment she landed, something about her changed.

The air around her got darker.

And now, something like a burning darkness was swirling around her feet.

He narrowed his eyes, using Chaos Eyes to see closer. Immediately Northern staggered back at the dreadfulness of what he saw.

He had never in his life seen such disoriented and unordered ligatures.

They seemed like a forced existence.

As he stepped back, the darkness began to burn up, enveloping the lady herself.

Northern's expression contorted into a dark frown.

Something about the changes that were taking place with the lady was making him very uncomfortable.

He was feeling a subtle but definitely strong reaction to it.

The vortex of darkness suddenly cleared and when it did…. Northern trembled at the sight of what was revealed before his eyes.

It didn't take a second later for his memory to be juggled.

She stood as a menacing figure, her presence commanding an eerie stillness in the air.

Cloaked in a shroud of darkness that seemed to flow like fabric, she exuded an aura of cold, calculated viciousness.

Her helmet, a fearsome mask of metal, concealed her features entirely, save for the narrow slit through which a single, blazing red eye gleamed with an unholy intensity.

The eye glowed like a burning ember, promising destruction.

Wisps of black smoke coiled around her, trailing from the edges of her cloak like serpents in the dark, adding to her ominous presence.

At her side, a spear had transformed from its benign beauty to a hideous dark steel overwhelmed by darkness.

Northern's eyes stayed glued on her new figure. Something was not right.

Fragments of pictures were coming together. Something he had definitely seen before.

He was not sure why this thing was so near to his memories, but it did not leave a good feeling with him at all.

Northern began to feel an overwhelming sense of insecurity.

Like something was being clicked within him.

An earnest desire to kill.

He began to exude murderous intent. And in a sudden, unintended burst of speed, Northern flashed across the desert.

Even he was shocked he could move that fast. It was as if the view in front of him just suddenly faded to his background.

The dark knight in front of him however seemed not to be caught in surprise like before.

Her spear was already in motion, a blur of lethal precision as it met Northern's charge head-on. The clash resounded through the desolate landscape.

Northern's eyes narrowed, the twin blades of Gengar spinning into a defensive arc to parry the incoming thrust.

Sparks flew as metal met metal, a shower of embers casting fleeting light onto the ground. The force of the impact sent a tremor up his arms, and he was sure even she would have felt a fair share of the heaviness of his parries.

Her spear danced in her hands, weaving intricate patterns that seemed almost beautiful in their deadly intent.

Northern felt his senses heightened, his world narrowed to the singular focus and his body moved instinctively.

Each motion of his was a blend of practiced skill and the raw, untamed chaotic movement.

He spun, ducked, and twisted, every movement an effort to evade the lethal edge of her weapon.

First it was tough to keep up with her unrelenting assault, she was leaving no space for opening, her speed was insane.

Northern truly in that moment couldn't help but realize what she meant when she said she had been matching his pace all the while.

Because right now, he was barely even blocking. Even with his improved movements, he still was finding it this hard to control the tide of the battle, at least by movements alone.

Although, he did reckon that having his talents available would have made this battle much easier.

But this still served as a great lesson for him. This was the perfect opponent to teach himself how to survive purely on his own. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Although he doubted this situation would ever happen again due to the idea he had in his head.

He still wanted to take this opportunity to learn seriously and see how far he had come.

It was also the reason why he wasn't using Black lance to obliterate her in one go.

Although he felt his patience wearing thin. It was only a matter of minutes before he loses it.