Jinn BLADE
Chapter 122 | Weight

Chapter 122: Chapter 122 | Weight

Powerful gusts of wind roared across the battlefield, howling through the broken land as the storm thickened.

Dust and fragments of earth rose into the air, spiraling chaotically.

Above it all, Verkaryon hovered high in the skies, his massive figure surrounded by dark clouds, the four corrupted wings behind him spread wide like a shadowy god of war.

In both of his hands, the long dark spears pulsed with corrupted eidra, flickering with sharp energy, ready to strike at any moment.

Down below, Jinn stood firm.

His sword pulsed with life, the blade crackling with both crimson and golden eidra, humming with power that shook the air around it.

His grip was steady.

He slowly raised the weapon and pointed it toward the sky, his body tensing as the whirring grew louder, the aura around the blade thickening with pressure.

Then, without any more warning, the duel began.

Verkaryon moved first.

*Bang!

With a powerful beat of his wings, he disappeared from sight in a blur, splitting the air as he zipped downward at blinding speed.

One moment he appeared at Jinn’s left, and the very next, he was gone again—reappearing at Jinn’s right in another instant, his figure flickering from one position to the next with unnatural speed.

Verkaryon was fast.

Unbelievably fast.

But Jinn didn’t panic.

His mechanical eye—gifted and implanted by Amaron—flared with light.

The lens adjusted, scanning rapidly as it tracked the dense signature of Verkaryon’s corrupted eidra.

Even though Verkaryon moved with speeds too fast for normal sight, the mechanical eye followed it with precision, processing every blink of movement, reading every trace of energy left behind.

Jinn kept his breath steady.

His focus sharp.

He didn’t swing blindly or chase shadows.

He simply waited.

His feet adjusted slightly.

His legs bent just a little, the energy within him moving toward his lower limbs, making him feel lighter, faster—ready to dodge at the moment of truth.

The wind howled louder.

Then, almost as if on cue, Verkaryon acted.

With a swift motion, he hurled one of his dark spears downward,

*Crack!

the weapon blitzing through the air at an almost instant speed.

It cut through the wind like a lightning bolt, a black streak of death headed straight for Jinn’s chest.

But Jinn saw it.

Thanks to the mechanical eye embedded into him by Amaron, he caught the trail of corrupted eidra that wrapped around the spear.

His vision slowed the world just enough for him to react.

Without hesitation, Jinn ducked low,

*Wzzzt!

the spear whizzing just inches above his head.

It cracked through the air with force, slamming into the ground behind him but missing completely.

However, Verkaryon wasn’t finished.

Still gripping the hand that had thrown the spear, he made a twisting motion.

The moment he did, the dark eidra from the weapon responded, pulsing violently before expanding into a glowing circular symbol that spread beneath Jinn’s feet.

Jinn felt it almost immediately.

A wave of pressure crashed against his body.

His muscles tensed, his limbs slowed, and suddenly it was as if something invisible was pulling at him—dragging his energy out from within.

His breathing became heavy, his steps sluggish.

The very life force inside him felt like it was being drained.

He tried to move forward, taking one step.

But it was slow.

Far too slow.

Verkaryon took the chance.

*FLAP

With another beat of his wings, he launched a second attack—this time, a barrage of dark feathers.

Hundreds of them.

They burst from his wings in every direction before twisting mid-air and all homing in toward Jinn like a storm of blades, each one glimmering with corrupted eidra.

Jinn gritted his teeth.

He clenched his sword tighter, fighting through the heaviness that dragged at him.

With a growl, he drove his blade straight into the ground beneath him.

*BANG!

The impact caused the cracked ground to rupture further, and a shockwave pulsed outward.

The symbol beneath his feet shattered instantly, broken by the raw force of prime and crimson eidra.

In that split second of freedom, Jinn yanked his sword back and raised it just in time.

The feathers reached him.

*clang! *clang! *clang!

One after another, he swung his blade, deflecting and parrying as many of them as he could.

*clang! *clang! *clang! *clang!

Sparks and shockwaves danced around him with every successful block, but even with his speed, some feathers slipped through the gaps in his defense.

*clang! *chack! *clang! *chack! *clang!

Thin, sharp slices cut into his arms.

His side.

A gash across his cheek.

Another slash along his thigh.

He bled, but he didn’t fall.

He stood tall—blood running, sword raised, eyes burning.

Jinn shifted his gaze toward the dark spear that Verkaryon had thrown earlier—only to see that it was already gone, pulled back into Verkaryon’s grasp like it had never left his hand.

The black weapon pulsed faintly in the air above, dripping with corrupted eidra.

He muttered to himself under his breath, his tone low and tense.

"Whatever that spear is... I have to avoid it."

His mechanical eye adjusted, the glow in it flickering as he locked his sight back on Verkaryon, sharper than before.

His grip tightened around his sword as he lowered it to his hip, his knees bending slightly.

His body leaned forward, and everything in him grew still for just a moment.

It was a stance.

A charge.

A signal of what was about to come.

And then, in one burst, he unleashed it.

*CRACK!!

A wave of eidra exploded from his position, golden and crimson light merging as it shot into the sky.

The force of it cracked the ground beneath his feet and tore through the air, heading straight toward Verkaryon with deadly precision.

But Verkaryon was faster.

With a powerful beat of his four wings, he swerved through the air with ease, dodging the attack as if it were nothing.

He didn’t even flinch.

He flew to the side, letting the wave pass beneath him before raising both of his spears and throwing them with force.

*WZZZZZZT!!!

The weapons screamed through the air.

Both spears landed near Jinn, stabbing deep into the ground—one to his left, one to his right.

The moment they struck, circular symbols lit up again, forming quickly under Jinn’s feet.

The same draining presence returned, now stronger, more refined than before.

"Pathetic," Verkaryon said coldly from above.

His voice echoed through the wind as he raised his hand and activated the spears once more.

"Is this the power of the boy who holds Muradryn?"

"Kurgh—!" Jinn grunted, his teeth clenched as the overwhelming force weighed down on him.

The pressure was immense.

The twin symbols beneath him glowed brighter, draining his energy with a force far worse than before.

His muscles trembled.

His hands began to drop, sword lowering inch by inch as if it now weighed several tons.

His knees bent under the pressure, threatening to give way completely.

It felt like gravity itself was trying to crush him.

Like the very ground wanted to drag him under.