I Can Copy And Evolve Talents - Chapter 463

Chapter 463: Final Showdown
Perhaps even the Kirithon had no idea what it was up against, how the battle had been decided since the first moment they stepped into this realm.

The monster, despite the many lacerations that appeared on its body, did not slow down.

Each step grew increasingly hasty and ferocious, and frustratingly to the Kirithon, Northern was gracefully matching every one of its onslaughts—easily so, if to say.

The monster lunged all its arms forward in a barrage of attacks, neglecting how far it was from its opponent.

Northern had at first reared his head back in surprise. ‘From that distance?’

However, his eyes widened as he saw the monster’s hands stretch forward continuously.

Indeed surprised, he wasn’t fazed; he just stood there while the monster’s hands battered against the invisible force field that constantly barricaded his reality from its.

In the Limitless Void, the force field’s potency was even more outrageous.

The invisible front was a barricading repelling force that rebounded the force of attack without rebounding the source of the attack itself, hence causing the source of the attack to receive its own damage.

All eight limbs of the monster withdrew suddenly, contracting like elastic. Its legs, absorbing the force of contraction, leaped like a spring, shooting its entire mass into the sky.

Northern looked up at the monster, wondering:

‘What are you doing now?’

As the Kirithon reached the peak of its flight power, it joined all its eight hands together and pointed them downward at Northern.

‘Looks like you’re trying to go for a devastating attack,’ Northern observed.

“Alright then. Let me show you how vast the difference in power between the two of us is.”

This was a realm where Northern was supreme. The Kirithon was about to understand that.

As the monster plunged downward with all its eight arms, large pores suddenly opened up by its elbows, discharging black orbs that crackled with ominous lightning.

The lightning swiveled around the monster at large, and just as it neared Northern, he snapped his fingers.

The monster immediately found itself back in the sky. It was like it had never moved in the first place.

But the quite funny thing was that even now, it was still on the move, lunging towards Northern, the black orbs swiveling around it, waiting to wreak an apocalyptic destruction.

However, it was just not getting any closer to the boy standing on the ground.

Then Northern opened his mouth and commented, “This is my world. Everything in this world is subject to my will and imagination.”

Northern smiled, “Even you.”

He snapped his hand, and the Kirithon disappeared and appeared right in front of him, all hands spread wide, revealing its underbelly for Northern to strike.

Brandishing his sword with masterful arcs, Northern slashed both swords onto the belly in X’s.

He ignited them with the Emperor’s flame and twirled into the air with both of them flowing around him like extensions of himself.

Then he lunged downward, slashing crude arcs on the revealed underbelly of the Kirithon—and all the while—the Kirithon was helpless and couldn’t move a finger.

The black orbs crackled with more intensity, connoting its increasing anger.

Northern landed ten meters away from the monster. He repositioned his grip on both swords, the edges of their blades pointing towards his back and his arms crossing over each other.

His eyes narrowed with stark determination, blazing with blue light as he strutted forward, his legs immediately becoming a blur from the first step.

The Kirithon still found itself trapped in an immobile state. Its humanly expression grew grotesquely furious. The creature screeched and snarled with barbarous intensity.

Northern rolled in the air as he approached it, and slashed his sword in cyclones, but the monster’s exoskeleton grew over its face where Northern had targeted.

The sword screeched off the metallic skin, bouncing away on a spray of light sparks.

Northern landed on the ground, glaring at the monster. A drop of sweat trickled down his face as he examined the creature.

‘Amazing, it has even bodily abilities that increase its defense. This was nothing like the other two times I fought it.’

‘And this better be the last,’ Northern’s subconscious added. Having to deal with a monster that wouldn’t let go of its grudge was becoming increasingly frustrating.

“Our time playing together has to come to an end now,” Northern said and relaxed his posture. He looked at the monster coldly, his expression unreadable.

The Kirithon suddenly let out a much more ferocious roar than before, so much that Northern felt like his eardrums would burst.

The creature glared at him, its eyes burning with a mixture of hatred and fear.

Northern looked at the Soul Taker, “Do you want to let it all out?”

The sword replied with a subtle vibration that Northern took for a “Yes.”

He looked at Dark Mortal and said to the sword, “Don’t worry, your time will come.”

Then he dismissed the sword, focusing on the Soul Taker alone.

He held the hilt of the sword with both his hands and looked straight at the Kirithon that was vibrantly trying to break free from its immobile state.

Northern closed his eyes and began to excessively pour his essence into the ghostly sword.

The sword’s almost whitish blade began to become black as black ominous smoke began to ooze from it.

The smoke grew and erupted into a turbulence of dark, ghastly flames.

The same familiar burden of the writhing souls fell on his arms again. The sword immediately became heavy once more.

Northern struggled more this time around; after tasting the air of freedom, it seemed the enslaved souls were putting more rigorous effort into getting out of the sword’s blade.

‘I don’t think this sword will survive…’ Northern speculated as he raised the sword up.

And this prompted him to want to drop the sword and stop the attack, but at the same time, he had a strong feeling of instinct that he should go ahead with it.

Northern just wanted to grant the souls freedom, even if it meant losing the sword.

‘I have Mortal Blade and Grengar anyways…’

He closed his eyes and drew the blade forward over his head.

As the blade arched down, the Kirithon that was afar appeared right beneath the afflicted blade, and as both connected, a massive explosion of dark essence spread in circumference, temporarily drowning the Limitless Void in unseeable darkness.