I regressed and became the Sword Ice King
Chapter 390 - 390- Festival 121- Raid on a Rainy Night 60

Thin, vivid lines stretched across Roland's face as he slowly stepped back.

Controlled by the agony that washed over his entire body while his chest rose and fell like turbid currents.

The rush of adrenaline and panic that quickly stifled within his system until nothing was left wavered like a flame trying to quench.

Yet, it flickered ever so slightly.

He was losing composure. And he was losing it fast.

"Ha, Ha…" Jane's voice came in a slow rhythm over the sound of Roland's stifled groans.

The latter whipped his head towards him. Teeth bared, eyes narrowed to a slit in a murderous glare.

He would laser through Jane if he had the chance, but he didn't possess such abilities.

"Who would have thought you weren't pain resistant." He said, mockingly. His lips curled into a devious grin while he chuckled slightly.

Standing to his feet, he threw Roland's amputated hand into the air.

Watching it swing like a dead branch onto the ground next to Roland's feet.

The man watched in ceremonial rage. A fire burning sharply within, ready to burst out at any given moment.

His eyes shifted back to Jane after a long second.

"You…you bastard. How…how dare you."

Jane tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes as he licked his lip.

"Sorry, what? How dare me?"

His shoulders rose and fell to the rhythm of his laughter. Placing his arms on the waist of his pyjamas while a hearty laugh escaped his lips.

"You–You're killing me, haha, with this, Roland." He said. Stifling his laugh in between.

Roland's glare grew more furious. More tenacious. Blood boiling within him as he gripped his stump shut.

Squeezing it as mana surged from his palms.

A searing pain stung him like fire. Burning the stump, black shut while he groaned a scream to a forced stop.

Jane stood quietly. Watching the scene unfold like a play.

He sighed while his thoughts reeled in.

'I've got a minute. A minute and my abilities will be gone…'

His gaze shifted to the ball of golden light that stood in the air.

For a moment, his eyes dimmed a freckle of darkness that plunged the warmth that burned alive within it. But in the next second, it vanished.

Replaced by the same refreshing brilliance of godly powers that was vested in it.

Then he turned back to Roland.

"So, what's the plan now, Roland? Still going to keep your abilities to yourself?" He asked. His tone was laced with a hint of pressure. Hidden within the calmness that eluded him.

Roland's expression twisted. A visceral form of anger taking root on the surface.

His left hand curled into a tight fist as his head snapped to the side.

Taking a step forward. He grabbed his Executioner blade and plunged into the earth with a fluid motion.

Swinging it across the air as it sliced through like a well-oiled machine.

He stretched it forward, a glint of red igniting in the depths of his pupils.

"You think I can't defeat you with a single arm?"

Jane's brow curled up. Amusement playing coy on his expression.

"I suppose not?" He replied. "I know you've been holding back. After all, Darrell may be on the verge of awakening. Who knows what I may have done to him."

Roland's eyes narrowed to a slit.

'He's….he's trying to waste time, isn't he?'

Jane had suddenly started a conversation. A repulsively aggravating one at that.

It made his thoughts reach a single conclusion. Or, at least, several theories that were shaping into that conclusion.

'Well…it didn't matter.' His thoughts reeled into his head. Explosively.

Driving his theories into a deep slumber.

"Fuck, Darrell. You. You, I will kill."

Jane's lips twitched slightly when a burst of mana surged out of Roland in a heartbeat.

A pulse of energy ignited from his figure in concentric circles.

Jane felt a pang of wind slam against him. Causing him to reel back, legs skidding against the dirt of the concrete. Pushed into the pavement.

He groaned slightly, pulling his arms across his face from the further impact of the wind.

His lips flinched slightly. A ghost of a smile growing across his face.

"Is this all you have, Roland?! All that pent-up frustration, and for what? A small breeze. Don't make me laugh myself to death before you even stand a chance of causing one!"

The man's face twisted in primal fury. An expression alien to that of his usual. A far cry from what one would expect from the Head of a Faculty.

The result? A sudden explosion of mana. Twice as strong. Twice as visceral. Palpable mana that made the air whip like a hurricane.

Concentric waves of impulses ignited with a sonic blast.

The surge of newfound energy flowing through his body was immediate. Working hand-to-hand with the rest of his body.

His mind dropped a thought and that thought had become a command.

"Kill Jane Lucia."

The bastard who stole his arm like it were his plaything.

The very reason. The cause of his predicament. The bone of his spine.

Roland Sunrise wasn't just any Lecturer or Professor. He was a Noble.

One with close ties to many notable households. System and Non-system alike, yet he decided to stoop himself to the level of a Cult?

And for what reason, you wonder? Well, what else but the demise of the Great Families.

'Bunch of figureheads acting house with the King. That's what they are.

If it weren't for us, the people. The system users. Then you lots wouldn't even exist now.' Yet, he acknowledged them. The powers they held. The blood-lineage abilities that drove them to the top.

Generations of world-breaking strength.

No one should have that kind of power.

Not even the Great Families.

And this very thing. His hand was torn away like it was made of yarn and thread.

This very thing was what drove him to fight with the System Uprisers.

His chest heaved slightly. Muscles tensed as a surge of mana wrapped around his arms.

He stabbed his sword into the earth. A sudden flash of silver and something more ignited from the depths of his heart. It stretched into the air and reverberated with the clouds hanging in the skies.

A low and vivid tremor shook it. Lines of silver weaving through like a death worm through sand.

Jane's eyes bulged open in shock. A slight blunder in his plans.

'Shit. He has a transcendent Skill?!'

A world phenomenon.

Every transcendent Skill attempted to cause severe damage to the natural laws and orders that bound the world in place.

Such attempts are what people refer to as the World Phenomenon.

In little to grand ways, they made themselves visible. Present for all to see. To witness. To awe. Because the sight of a Transcendent skill activating was powerful enough to deserve at least that much.

Knowing this, Jane felt his chest go tight.

His heart thumped like a drum as his brain clawed its way back to life.

He had bitten way more than he could have chewed, and if he didn't come up with something quick. He would face the full wrath of it.

'What is wrong with him? Using a transcendent on a mere student, just because of a little aggravation?'

But, perhaps, it wasn't as little as he assumed it to be.

He had pulled off Roland's arm and perhaps something with it. His pride? His moral compass? Who knows?

What he did know, however, was that everything he said had made him decide to unleash his full wrath upon him.

"Well, fuck that."

His lips curled into a smile. A wry one that was quickly enveloped in a pillar of golden light.

It surged from his body, exploding in a dust of golden light. A shimmer like Pixie dust that shook with the pulse of the energy.

His body tensed. Veins popped, and a visceral surge of power blew his brain senseless.

"Ah—"

A cry escaped from his lip– bit down by his mere guts, he gripped his fists tightly.

A minute had long since passed. His abilities were deactivated. He needed to rest to use them again.

The powers of the gods were no longer flowing in his veins.

But so what?

He was the Divine son. All he needed was his will, and everything shall follow as required.

He couldn't die like this. Not today. Not now. Not when he had so many more things to accomplish.

"No. I will survive this." His words came through gritted teeth.

His tongue licked the back of it as blood dribbled down his orifices.

The surge of golden energy shot out, yet again. Divine Mana, projecting out of his body like a beacon of hope.

Piercing light surged from his eyes and mouth as his head tilted to the skies.

"aaaAAAhhhHHHHH!!!!"

A cry of a Warrior. One blessed by the gods, far and wide. Near and narrow.

Those who live and those who do not. Those who watch and those who turn a blind eye.

A primal cry that shook the heavens.

Roland's expression shifted slightly at the sudden scene.

Yet, his goal remained the same.

Raising his arms in the air like a demigod of doom, five silver balls surged from the light around.

"Transcendent Skill."

The balls warped like liquid. Yet, it held a lustrous nature akin to metal. Liquid metal. Visceral and Raw in its primal form.

It rotated around him like the solar system. Racing at a speed impossible for the eyes to follow.

It ignited flames, shook the earth, and picked up the wind. Caused fountains of water to surge from the depths of the earth into the skies.

A call of reckoning.

His eyes pulsed with life as his arms stretched towards Jane's.

Brewing tension burning brightly between them.

"The Elemental Commandments."

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