Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 507

Chapter 507 Vlad VS Nicolas

Blades clashed again.

A sharp shockwave cracked the earth beneath them.

Nicolas skidded backward.

Vlad let out a sigh, more annoyed than angry.

"Stop being a nuisance," he said. "You're not even a challenge. I haven't even used my Domain, forget Sanctuary and World. You think you can beat me like this?"

Nicolas didn't answer.

He was breathing heavily. Every inhale was a struggle.

Blood ran down his forehead, soaked through his clothes, pooled beneath his feet.

But his sword was still in his hand, and his feet refused to give out. His knuckles turned white around the hilt, and the cracked ground trembled under his feet, not from fear, but from the gathering pressure of his aura.

"You've been strengthened, sure," Vlad continued. "But zero multiplied by five hundred is still zero."

Then he was gone.

Nicolas sensed the attack and turned just in time to raise his blade.

It caught Vlad's fist, but the sheer force sent him flying.

He crashed through three broken towers, then the ground, landing in a pit of shattered stone and steel.

Dust and debris rained down.

Nicolas lay still for a heartbeat.

Then his fingers twitched. He coughed, blood spattering from his lips, and forced himself upright even as bones popped and realigned.

The pain was unbearable, but he moved. He had to.

Vlad didn't wait.

He followed in a flash, palm glowing with bloodlight.

Nicolas was already climbing to his feet when the blow landed. The crater deepened, and Nicolas' scream echoed through the hollowed land.

But a second later, a blast of light erupted from beneath the rubble.

A spear of pure radiance shot out and nearly pierced Vlad's shoulder.

He tilted his head, letting it graze past, but a golden blade followed right after.

Nicolas broke through the earth like a missile, spinning with his sword aimed at Vlad's chest.

They clashed midair.

Nicolas twisted, ducked under Vlad's counterstrike, then kicked off his chest to gain distance.

He spun, redirected himself with a flash of space energy, then slammed his blade down from above.

Vlad raised his arm.

The sword struck his forearm, and though the skin broke slightly, he barely flinched. He caught Nicolas by the neck and slammed him down again.

"Annoying," he muttered. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

Nicolas' body hit the earth like a meteor.

A fissure opened under him. Bones cracked again.

But just before Vlad could stomp down, space twisted around Nicolas. The next instant, he was behind Vlad, striking once more.

Their movements blurred.

The ground trembled with each blow.

Nicolas was pushing himself far beyond what his body should be able to handle.

He wasn't matching Vlad—no, far from it—but he was moving fast enough, hitting hard enough, to keep the man busy.

Light arrows. Holy beams. Slashes layered with space distortion.

Nicolas mixed everything he had, one technique after another, forcing Vlad to counter instead of press forward.

Still, Vlad was calm, and... annoyed.

Vlad snapped his fingers.

The Blood Sea responded instantly.

Space was torn apart, and thin streams of blood poured out.

Nicolas dodge the blood, but it seemed to have a mind of its own.

It caught him and wrapped around him and tried to drag him back.

A barrier of light surrounded Nicolas. It cracked and pulsed, holding back the wave for a moment.

Then Vlad appeared inside it.

A punch to the face. A kick to the ribs. An elbow to the jaw. The barrier shattered.

Nicolas fell again.

And again, he stood.

His breaths were shallower now. His sword hand trembled. But there was no hesitation in his eyes.

"You have a good regeneration, annoyingly so." Vlad narrowed his gaze. "Is this Karma's ability?"

No answer. Just another strike.

Nicolas was slowly weakening.