I regressed and became the Sword Ice King
Chapter 389 - 389- Festival 120- Raid on a Rainy Night 59

The downpour of the rain continued within the hollow night. A breath of cold air blew into the atmosphere as the skies thundered with the trails of raging lightning.

A cold wisp hung in the air. A flicker of something cold. Vast. A spark of something dignified.

It takes its toll in the air. The atmosphere. The world and shoves it into its principles. Basks of golden light shimmering with the brilliance of the sun.

It floated in the middle of the air. Hanging viciously. Pulsating with a vibrant hue while the rain fell. Unable to quench the fiery, golden light.

At that moment. That given second.

Something sparked. And then a sonic explosion erupted afterward.

The air ripped and the ground shuddered. Cracks spread across the earth as the pavement and canopies broke in a silent plea. A plea for justice.

A thud, akin to a blunt metal striking a sheet of metal, echoed with such intensity that the molecules surrounding the air went into a frenzy. Vibrating with such intensity that the air warped.

Again, the spark formed, and the phenomenon followed suit. Stronger. Firmer. Louder.

Growing with such rapid intensity that the ground caved in on the third spark.

The cracks spread further, its destructive tendrils reaching out for a perfect collapse of what held weight above it.

Yet, the Academy stood.

Then once more, the spark ignited, and this time, a whisk of something bright shone on the source of the spark.

A luminance brightness that revealed what was hidden at night. In the bask of darkness where everything was deceiving to the human eyes.

— CRA—BOOM!

The air shook as Roland was struck back like a doll. His body skidded against the ground with his feet planted dead into it.

He pushed his body forward while the weight of the strike pulled him backwards. Forcefully, leaving a gnash opening in the earth.

His eyes burned with rage. An intense fury that burned like a falling comet.

Scars and dried blood were plastered on his face, wounds of the unforetold battle that waged on between him and the Divine Son.

With a sudden grunt of protest, he swung his arms in the air and slammed his sword into the ground. A ripple effect occurred as concentric waves of energy blasted out from the impact.

It struck the ground with unrelenting yield as it yanked him to a forceful stop.

His chest rose and fell. Their eyes pulsed with the fatigue that clawed at him. Breaths are regarded as haphazard. His throat was dry and coarse as he caught quick and sharp breaths.

His head whipped up. Sounds of footsteps reached his ears before his brain was given the leisure to think.

In a snap, Jane was right in front of him. For the millionth time. Glowing Golden energy surged from him like steam emitting from a red-hot iron placed in cold water.

His fist came in that second, splitting the air that stood in its way as it closed the distance keeping it from Roland's face.

The latter groaned, pulled his Executioner blade up with a fluid motion and blocked the attack as a shudder broke through his body, broken.

The punch forced his sword to slam against him, a pained groan forcing its way past his lips as blood dribbled down from the corners.

Their eyes locked for just a second, before Jane slipped past him like an eel. Twirling to his back, he grabbed Roland's shoulder and pivoted himself into the air.

His right hand curled into a fist and stretched out at that moment, while a ball of golden energy formed around it.

In a heartbeat, he used gravity and a powerful force to pull himself back to the ground. His right hand forced its way down with it.

And in the instant his feet touched the ground, he slammed it atop Roland's head.

A cracking sound imploded in his ears as his eyes flared out in shock and pain.

His body descended into a crater as a blast of energy ignited from the impact, sending concentric waves through the air in a ripple.

Blood rushed to his orifices, filling its space with something new. Alien. Filthy. Crimson and for a second, he saw black.

'Sh…hit.' He thought when Jane leaned into his side, grabbed his right hand, and swiftly turned around with a forced grunt.

Startled and disoriented for a second, he was lifted into the air and pulled along a vertical line above Jane's head.

His vision returned, and so did his thinking as he snapped back to life in the following second. But it was too late.

With a heavy thump, his body was smashed against the earth like a failed prey, rocks, and boulders gushing out like thorns on a smooth vine from the impact.

His jaw loosened, and his mouth opened wide, a stifled scream escaping it as his pupils shifted from the skies he now faced to the source of his predicament.

Jane stood with an unbothered expression. Devoid of any real emotions or feelings. Just a dutiful look at protecting what must be protected.

He held on to Roland's arm, took a step forward and stumped his foot against his chest.

"Seems like you did not amount to half the things you boasted about."

Roland's lips remained clasped. A thin line that curled downwards ever so slightly for a tight frown.

He hid his emotions from his face. Keeping it as neutral as he could, but his eyes. His eyes revealed everything Jane needed to know.

It flicked for a moment. Searching for something deep, it stared into that of Jane's. Reaching deep for what could be found. Anything. Everything.

'Well, fuck me.' He thought to himself.

His gaze shifted to the pulsing golden light that hung in the air a long distance from him.

His expression grew dim.

Since the start of the Battle, Darrell's body had disappeared but that thing. The fiery golden light had appeared.

And now it stood like a night light. A holy, yet malevolent one.

It bothered him greatly. To the point, he had purposefully ignored it and decided to focus on what was at hand.

The Divine Son.

However, that has proven futile so far.

'I need to face this bastard with my full strength, if not, I may lose.'

It sounded absurd, yes, but he wasn't a fool.

If it were any other person, he would have shrugged it off. But a child or member of the Great Families? A Master at that, who was just a step from reaching where he was.

Nah, he needed to contemplate death if he didn't take it seriously.

'But if I use it, and that bastard, Darrell, wakes up. Then I'll have to face two of them. That's worse than suicide.'

Jane tilted his head for a moment. His brow arched into an intrigued furrow.

"Are you thinking in this situation?"

He asked as he pushed his feet against the man's armored chest plate.

A slow, deliberate and pained groan slipped past his lips as the iron armor began to moan under the weight of Jane's pressure.

It pushed his body further into the crater, and slowly. Very slowly. Ignited cracks tracing down from the source of the pressure to the rest of the Armor.

Roland heaved. The sight of his armor breaking apart while he still lay within it caused a shiver down his spine.

Yet, he simply bared his teeth and endured. Absorbing himself in his thoughts once again.

'Why is he still this strong? Hasn't it been way overdue since he started using those sigmas?' His gaze shifted to the tattoos that lay open on Jane's body. Four, glowing with primal, godly energy.

'It should have been over an hour now?! What is going on?!'

Suddenly, a crack sound exploded in the air, metals bending in unnatural ways as they made way for his skin, stabbing straight into it with relative ease.

Yet, the pressure continued as Jane pushed harder.

Roland cried out in pain. His nose flared in rage as he raised his other arm and grabbed Jane's legs. Throwing the boy a glare with a faint smirk, he began to pull his feet away from his chest.

Jane reeled in for a moment. Startled at his sudden change in pace as he tightened his grip on Roland's arm.

"So now you decide to fight properly?"

His grip tightened further and a burst of Divine energy surged from his body. Muscles tensed. Veins popped. Energy flowed like a turbulent stream rushing to a waterfall.

His breath hitched as he pulled Roland's right arm just as Roland pushed him away with a powerful force.

-CRACK!

The air shook as Jane was shoved into the air like a rag doll. Slammed against the earth and skidded for a few feet before striking against the side of the pavement in a forceful stop.

Roland laughed out loud as the sound of Cement shattered and broke. Scattering into the wind as the structure tipped downwards, and fell to the ground.

"I got you now, you stupid bastard."

He screamed out as he raised himself to his feet. He stumped his feet to the ground and charged at Jane in the blink of an eye.

A gust of wind and earth left in its wake as he attempted to swing his right arm at the unsuspecting Jane.

The latter simply sat against the edge of the Pavement. His arms sprawled on his sides and legs spread apart.

His eyes sparked with amusement as Roland closed the distance between them.

Eyes meeting at a point, both had a smirk on their faces as Roland swung his arm in the air.

SPLASH.

A different sound replaced what should have ordinarily been an explosion of air and energy from the impact.

Instead of being loud, it was wet. Hot. Shocking.

Roland had to take a big step back in confusion, eyes still stuck on Jane when his eyes narrowed at the sight.

Blood.

Crimson liquid plastered across his face. Drawing Roland's confusion to its plateau as a single thought, seemingly acting as a conclusion, came to his mind.

It isn't Jane's blood.

Just then, out of his back, Jane pulled out a severed arm. One that was clothed in the same armor as Roland's.

A wicked grin formed on his face.

Roland's body froze. Adrenaline retreated as something new took its place. Something dawning. A realization that came too late, too soon.

His head tilted down to his arms, while he pulled them closer to his face.

His expression went blank. Eyes flared As wide as they could. Lips shivered like the temperature had dropped to near negative degree degrees. His chest rose and fell as he caught sharp and long breaths, and his heart thumped like a drum.

In a shrill, yet pain-filled voice, while his body shivered as he raised his right stump into the air. Blood spluttered from its naked bones and crimson, fleshy insides, and a scream tore through the air.

"aaaAAAARGGGHHHGG???!!!"