Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 521

Chapter 521: Spiritual Energy used Differently
Ever since he came to this place, this Fox beast man had been the embodiment of living hell for him.

Dylan had always wanted to smack that smug look on his face, and maybe give him a few knockouts like he had done to Dylan.

However, the chance had always skipped him.

Dylan knew that they skill difference was much, but he absolutely did not believe that it was so much that he could not make a bell ring on the Beast man’s chest.

After all, even the ball within the bell will move if Maverick were to take as step, at least that was what Dylan thought in his head. Or could Maverick stop basic physics?

Dylan did not believe that was possible.

But then, that confident smirk on Maverick’s face was a very disturbing one.

Then again, the challenge was clear, and Dylan’s eyes narrowed with resolve. He picked up the metal sword, feeling its weight and balance in his hands.

It was heavier than the wooden practice sword, but it felt right. He could sense the power within him, a newfound strength since his awakening. Spiritual energy flowed easily within his body. He felt like an unclear scream that had been not only cleared but expanded into a rushing waterfall after his awakening.

The copper realm was still new to him, but desperation and a burning desire for revenge fueled his determination.

Maverick stood with a relaxed confidence, watching Dylan prepare himself. “Come on, Shit Head,” he taunted, “show me what you’ve got.”

Dylan launched himself at Maverick, his movements quick and precise. The sound of clashing metal echoed through the training ground as their swords met.

Maverick effortlessly parried Dylan’s strikes, his movements fluid and graceful. Despite the intense effort Dylan put into each swing, Maverick’s bell remained silent.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” Maverick sneered, his tail flicking behind him, adding to his taunts.

Dylan gritted his teeth, the scars on his torso burning with the memory of his loss. He pushed himself harder, swinging the sword with all his might, channeling his spiritual energy. Yet, every attempt to strike Maverick was met with swift, almost playful, deflection.

Maverick’s smirk never wavered, his confidence infuriating Dylan further. “Is this really all you can do? No wonder you lost everything.”

Dylan’s anger boiled over, his strikes becoming more ferocious, but they still failed to hit the bell. Maverick, with a bored expression, dodged and parried, his movements a mockery of Dylan’s efforts.

Then, in a moment of clarity, Dylan shifted his strategy. Instead of aiming for Maverick, he focused on the bell. He feigned a high strike, and as Maverick moved to block, Dylan redirected his attack towards the bell. For a split second, it seemed like he might succeed, but Maverick’s tail shot out, deflecting the sword at the last moment.

Maverick laughed, “Nice try, but you’ll have to be faster than that.”

Breathing heavily, Dylan stepped back, reassessing his approach. He could feel the exhaustion setting in, but he refused to give up. He took a deep breath, centering himself, and attacked again, this time with a combination of feints and direct strikes. Maverick, caught off guard by the sudden change in tactics, almost missed a beat.

Almost.

But Maverick’s bell remained silent, the fox-man’s grin widening. “Not bad, human. You’re learning. But not fast enough.”

Dylan’s frustration mounted. His every muscle screamed in protest, but he couldn’t afford to stop. He glanced at the scars on his chest, a reminder of his loss at both Deamon and Chiron, a fuel for his determination.

With a final burst of energy, he lunged at Maverick, pouring everything he had into a single, desperate strike aimed at the bell.

Before Dylan could react, Maverick’s tail lashed out, wrapping around Dylan’s wrist and yanking him off balance. The fox-man’s sword came down in a blur, and Dylan found himself disarmed, the metal sword clattering to the ground.

“Pick it up! We are not done just yet!” Maverick pointed to the sword on the ground. And Dylan went for it.

However, immediately, his fingers touched it, Maverick attacked.

Dylan, instinctively raised his sword to parry the attack, but then he heard Maverick’s whisper, “Got you!”

A punch came for Dylan’s belly. It was so hard that the hit echoed all around him, and he ended up coughing up some substances from his stomach.

And then maverick smacked him with his tail.

“Hmmm! No wonder you humans will settle for ending a nation with underhand means. You are all just weak trash.” As he talked he moved around.

The pain was still there, but Dylan could not help but wonder how he did it. After all, that was a bell. Even if he held it with his spiritual energy, is was still a bell, it should have rang.

As if maverick knew what he was thinking, he removed the bell from his chest, shook it and then place it back on his chest again.

“Your skill, is barely passable for a warrior, maybe you might beat a few bandits here and there, but in an actual combat against a veteran, you will lose terribly. Do you know why!?”

he asked, not expecting an answer from Dylan.

“It is because you lack control, Shit head. You humans, are so proud of yourselves for being able to mold energy into technique, and use it for your stupid totems to emulate our power, but you do not even know what makes our power so formidable.

Your spiritual energy is like a stray dog in your own body. When you attack, it is focused in your hands, and if your are lucky or in the heat of battle, in your sword, and then when you defend, it manages to move back, but to only certain areas of your body.” Maverick smiled, “Or haven’t you noticed yet? Maybe you should concentrate some of that lousy spiritual energy in your eyes.”

Dylan stood to his feet, wiping his mouth. he was angry, but he still did as Maverick instructed, and then he saw it.

Maverick was surrounded with spiritual energy, but it was not like a blazing fire. Instead, it was like a stagnant river, enveloping every part of his body like a thin film, it even extended all the way to his sword, never excess, nor too small. A perfect cupping of his entire being, even the bell.

This was something Dylan had never seen before. It absolutely surprised him.

Dylan planted hard as he was drenched in sweat, but he still glared up at Maverick.

“Shit head!” Maverick commented once more, as he waved his tail, smacking Dylan on the face once more, before he returned the sword to the rack and then turned to leave.

As Maverick turned to leave, Dylan vowed silently to himself that he would grow stronger, no matter what it took.

Maverick paused at the edge of the training ground, looking back at Dylan with a mix of annoyance and contempt. “Keep training, Shit Head. You’ll need it.”

With that, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving Dylan alone once more in the silent arena, his mind racing with thoughts of what he had just discovered. A new world of spiritual energy usage that he had never thought of before.