Lightning Is the Only Way

The darkness disciple fought head-on against his foes, and he fought rather impressively at that. He had said himself that direct confrontations were his weakness, but it was hard to see why he thought that.

"Nero has always been impressive in fights," Joyce said.

'Nero?' Gravis thought but then realized that he had never asked for the darkness disciple's name. That was probably his name.

Initially, Gravis didn't expect much from the darkness disciple. Their temperament didn't agree with him, so he hadn't paid much attention to him. Yet, Nero's impressive performance garnered Gravis' attention.

Normally, darkness cultivators stabbed both of their loaded weapons into a target to kill them instantly. The first dagger would sap the target of all their Life Energy while the second one turned them into a lifeless husk, but Nero fought differently.

Even when he had the chance to hit the opponent with both daggers, he only used one. After that, he fought defensively. Without Life Energy, the body couldn't regenerate. Normally, cultivators had no issue to shrug off an injury that would kill a mortal, but without Life Energy, they would slowly succumb to their injuries.

Nero would stab the enemy and then cut down to create a huge gash. After that, he would jump away while retrieving his used dagger into his Spirit Space. The fight would then become a defensive match. Nero easily dodged and parried attacks while always keeping his distance.

Even when he got another chance to hit the enemy, he would only use his already unloaded dagger to add another cut. Usually, Gravis would think that such a fighting style was bad. After all, it gave the enemy more time to win.

Yet, Nero never made a mistake. He controlled his opponents just right. None of the opponents even managed to hit him, even if it was a two-versus-one. To top it all off, since the fights took longer when he fought, he nearly recovered all his Energy when the enemy died.

When Gravis saw that, his eyes narrowed. 'He's really good. I think he also has a chance against him.'

"Heaven!" Gravis shouted. "Summon the priest that killed Claude again. Same strength, but fully healed."

Joyce got a little nervous when she heard that, but she trusted Gravis and Nero. Even though Nero was a darkness cultivator, and darkness cultivators tended to be selfish, Nero was different. He had a wholly different interpretation of darkness' temperament.

The copy of the priest appeared with its massive shield, but Nero's eyes remained cold. His eyes showed that he wasn't taking the enemy lightly, but they also showed that he was in full control.

The puppet charged at him with its shield raised. Nero leisurely closed in on it. The puppet didn't stop charging, and they were about to hit each other.

CRRR! BANG!

nearly fall over its own shield, but it

BOOM!

the shield hit the earth behind him. His eyes remained icy as he easily climbed above the

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

could destroy Nero's

jumped back, and the weapons, as well as the puppet, vanished. The

had been quite massive, and it had created an enormous hole in his chest.

Gravis, and Gravis looked back. Then,

"You are patient without underestimating your enemy, but you can be decisive when it's necessary. Your temperament appears similar to the priest I have fought. That's a

Nero nodded. "Thank you."

very talkative, but Gravis

BANG!

just condensed his Unity Will. Even though the fight had seemed simple, it had been pretty risky. One wrong move from Nero and he would have died. The direct confrontation had

said

also have a Unity Will

Manuel said

looked to the side. "Thank

face getting a bit red. Apparently,

to ask you," Nero said suddenly as he looked

an eyebrow. "Ask away,"

think of darkness'

from the darkness element. Everyone I have met only showed ridicule

"You're right. That's how darkness cultivators are, but the temperament can change with a

Gravis nodded. "Yes."

"Darkness is inherently greedy," Nero said slowly. "It wants to possess everything and become the only remaining thing. When the

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