Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Raith spread his arms as golden ripples widened and from all of them poured out weapons of golden hue, Immediately baptizing the point where the monster stood with tremendous velocity.

A maddening sound reverberated across the air as the collision caused a massive tremor to run through the entire land.

The entire place was covered in a cloud of dust. Raith squinted his eyes, observing his opponent.

His eyes suddenly went wide and he slid over to his side. The monster glided past him like a fired bullet, missing the timing it had delicately prepared to plunge its claws into his chest.

Raith raised a knee and delved into the monster's belly before it fully glided away, changing its course. The monster hurled upwards into the sky but once it was midair, it redirected itself and darted back at Raith who materialized a sword and the two met in a sparks flying collusion.

For the next few seconds, Raitb was deftly locked in a sequence of blocking the monster's attack–with its formidable strength, every blow felt like Raith was being hit by a sledgehammer. The sword in his arms vibrated upon every successful block.

Could one even call it a block? Because Raith's wrist suffered damage. His palm quickly became sore and his muscles tensed.

A few seconds passed into minutes and Raith could no longer take it. He had to give himself a little time to rest, but like his opponent would freely do that.

The monster's reaction speed was crazy, it was how Raith had not even been able to barge in a counterattack since their exchange began, his eyes were dedicatedly locked onto the monster's super fast movement—maybe if not for [thoughts accelaration] he wouldn't have been able to defend himself against the monster's onslaught as he had done up to this minute.

Raith gritted his teeth with frustration.

'Was I too cocky? Was I too hasty? I have definitely grown damnit!!'

Raith with a shout let out a flaring torrent of force that blasted away his opponent. He was now heaving as several black swords materialized without his blood.

A dark aura surrounded him, it was familiar but at the same time wasn't. The black sword materialized within the black smoke that subtly surged around him.

He saw the swords and was shocked but he didn't have the time to complement that state. His opponent darted at him with a blinding speed.

Raith stretched out to grab one of the swords in haste but before he could, the swords moved—two swords crossed over each other blocking while another two sailed at the monster at an even tremendous speed.

The monster launched a concussive punch that collided with the swords that came at him and shattered them.

'Impossible!' Raith's eyes widened.

The monster with all fluidity smashed the two crossed swords in front of it, shattering them too and finally entering enough space to batter Raith with its punches.

'Aish, damnit!'

Raith gritted his teeth and as the monster's fist approached him, he opened his hand, a gold coin appearing in it, he threw the gold coin forward and ejected himself from the monster's front.

It was a simple coin.

The monster did not bother to evade and instead attempted to swing it off with one hand, but the coin cleanly cleaved through the hand that was supposed to sweep it away.

Raith stood.

'At this rate, I will use up all my wealth.'

The skill of greed was quite a cunning one to deal with. It filled with him so much love and desire for materials and also equipped him with the ability to be able to take that wealth for himself. In that way, all of its subskills as to be used with that wealth as an intermediary.

Raith could take any of his wealth and give it a property he wanted, he could either make it have the sharpest edge or make it become the heaviest object. The blunt sides of the coins mattered not, nor did their small size.

But he loses the value of the treasure, it is an endless cycle.

The monster stumbled forward, almost losing its balance, its forearm was separated by the coin and blood splurged out of the amputated hand endlessly.

"I underestimated you. You are the first human I have fought."

'What I'm the first human?'

Raith raised a brow. From what the monster said, he could figure that this was not the monster that killed Li Mingwu.

'Then does that mean...'

Raith realized he had become incredibly weak. There was no doubt about it.

If he still had his ties to the abyss, he could have confidently said that this would be his victory no matter what. But the abyss was gone.

Raith felt his leg shake.

'Did I make the right decision to leave the abyss...'

Moreso, his death soldiers.

'What do I do? Is this the end... wait, no. I still have a lot of skills up my sleeves, my sword skills have grown considerably since I have been using Bal. My strength has also increased in folds. I can do this'

"I hate that you are just staring at me. Are you pompous because you manage to have one arm of mine? If so.."

Splurt!

The hand was erected back instantly.

"What?"

He had little time to comprehend anything. The monster appeared before him, its speed was as though it had disappeared and appeared.

Raith opened his mouth in shock, he tried to bring his hands together to defend himself against the incoming punch, but the monster was just too fast for even him.

Its hand entered his defenses before they could come together, wrenching into his stomach like a massive stone. Raith flew away crashing and tumbling on fallen trees.

The monster looked at its hand.

"I have expected that this one punch would shatter his body. Master did mention that the human he fought was quite formidable. Have I also met a formidable foe?"

A grin spread across his face.

"Yes! I like this!"

Gleeing, he flashed across the distance separating him and Raith.

Raith wrapped himself with another ball of gold. The monster's fist collided with it—a tremendous force of impact was returned, shattering the monster's hand.

Raith immediately unraveled the ball and lunged himself with an image-tearing speed, materializing a sword in the air and aiming it at the monster's chest.

The monster caught the sword with one hand, grabbed Raith's head with the other, and smashed it to the ground.

He lifted his leg.

"Begone worm"