I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax - Chapter 425

Chapter 425: Chapter425-The Kill!
John felt his body had been completely paralyzed, his fingers unable to move.

In that instant, he could barely even breathe as it became increasingly labored.

He had lost control over his own actions and could still sense the overwhelming aura of his opponent, which meant that the man hadn’t been hurt at all.

How could this be?

Why was this happening?

Why was his opponent so powerful?

He had already tried his hardest, but he still couldn’t break through the man’s defenses.

The most frustrating part was that he had already done everything he could.

Yet, he was still being crushed, his body paralyzed by electricity, leaving him with no ability to resist.

But then, in the next moment, John distinctly felt the hum of his blade.

It was as if it had slashed through something, and after tasting blood, it exuded an intense joy.

At the same time, John noticed that his Blood Shield had been triggered.

He opened his eyes in shock.

He remembered clearly that during the previous fight, the Blood Shield in his blade had already been depleted.

He hadn’t expected it to activate again now.

Unconsciously, he looked toward Vulture, a new thought forming in his mind.

Perhaps that last strike had indeed pierced through Vulture’s defenses, triggering the blade’s blood-sucking ability.

Otherwise, there was no way his HP could have been fully restored in an instant.

Although his body still ached, and the tingling sensation of numbness remained, his HP was back to full, which meant his stamina might be in better shape now.

With renewed hope, John struggled to climb out of the massive crater.

At that moment, his limbs were horribly mutilated from the explosion, and his fingernails were charred black.

Blood was streaming down his arms and legs, his hair a tangled mess, and blood was continuously dripping from the corners of his mouth.

His mouth was filled with the taste of blood, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

But he dared not let his guard down.

He kept his eyes fixed on where Vulture had been.

He needed to know what had happened.

Was Vulture still alive?

He desperately needed an answer.

He knew this answer might be difficult to accept, but he had to see the man die before he could relax.

The reason was obvious—if Vulture was still alive, John would have no chance of resisting.

At the same time, he felt the power of the lightning in the air beginning to weaken, which gave him a sliver of hope as he slowly stood up, staring at the green sphere where Vulture had been.

Previously, he could still see Vulture clearly, but now the green mist and lightning had completely enveloped him, making it impossible to see inside.

All John could feel was his blade’s excitement, as if it had absorbed something.

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

The lightning in the air seemed to have become even more intense, as if it had been activated a second time.

No, something was definitely wrong.

If Vulture had been severely wounded, how could he still draw on this power?

The green mist began to dissipate, and soon after, John heard a voice.

“You are indeed something different, and you do have some abilities. This divine artifact will soon be mine. I’ll put it to good use.”

Vulture glanced at the wound on his neck that was still bleeding profusely, but he didn’t care.

He knew that as long as he killed John, nothing else mattered.

He eyed the blade hovering nearby, a cold smile curling at his lips.

At the same time, John could feel the fusion within his body accelerating.

[Secret realm fragment fusion: 35%]

Just a moment ago, it had been only 20%, but now it had jumped to 35%.

A strange thought crossed his mind—could it be that the more he was pushed to the brink, the faster the system would fuse this secret realm fragment?

Did the system require some kind of heavenly power to complete the fusion?

This was something different.

The Bloodthirsty Blade sliced across Vulture’s neck again, more blood spilling out, but Vulture felt no pain.

He could feel a force within his body beginning to repair the damage, but it wasn’t enough.

Despite the enhancements to his physical attributes, he knew he couldn’t afford to be careless.

Although he had grown fond of the blade, the irritation it caused him after wounding him was maddening.

“Don’t worry,” Vulture said, his voice calm.

“After I deal with your master, I’ll treat you well.

You’ll see that becoming my weapon is the best fate for you.”

John sneered at this remark.

Without saying a word, he pulled out his staff and unleashed a barrage of powerful skills without hesitation.

If it came down to it, he would see just how strong Vulture really was.

One high-damage skill after another slammed into Vulture, but they were all blocked by his shields.

John watched as his devastating attacks were absorbed by the shields and couldn’t help but gasp.

He didn’t know what kind of shield it was, but he knew how much damage he was dealing.

Even a single skill, with his damage buffs, would normally result in six or seven digits worth of damage!

But now, to Vulture, it was as if nothing had happened, as if his shields were invincible.

This was beyond ridiculous, defying all logic.

Gritting his teeth, John unleashed another skill, hearing the deafening explosion and feeling the searing heat from the blast.

The Bloodthirsty Blade seemed to wail in agony, and John’s staff began to grow hotter in his hands.

Vulture stared at John with murderous intent, his eyes burning with a cold blue light.

The crackling of electricity around him grew louder, amplifying his power.

As the energy intensified, objects in the air started to float.

The smell of burning flesh filled the air as anything still alive had been fried to a crisp, leaving only John and Vulture standing.

This meant that John’s strength was waning.

What could he do?

How could he stop this man?

His mind went blank, his thoughts scattered, unable to form words.

For the first time, he truly felt the crushing pressure of Vulture’s power, so overwhelming that he couldn’t react in time.

The force Vulture unleashed grew stronger and stronger, and just as it was about to strike John, Vulture suddenly froze in mid-air.

He had intended to strike John down, but in that instant, a look of terror flashed across his eyes.

His power was disappearing!

No, this couldn’t be happening!