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Chi Versus Sei (4)
🕑 Added 2024-06-26 09:31:16 +0000 UTCChapter 261- Chi Versus Sei (4)
He had won.
Willow, the maiden, the perpetual underdog, the one forever destined to fall short, had actually prevailed. The thrill of victory danced across his nerve endings, a counterpoint to the agonizing symphony of his shattered chi. He had faced the Sage, an opponent whose strength dwarfed his own, and he had, by all accounts, triumphed.
The memories, fragmented and vivid, flooded back. The Sage, a whirlwind of power, had been relentless. His movements, a blur of lightning-fast strikes, had hammered against Willow’s defenses, each blow a thunderous assault. The Sage's chi, an incandescent inferno, had scorched his senses, threatening to consume him whole.
And then, in a split-second, the impossible had happened. As the Sage, on the brink of victory, was thrown off balance, his momentum threatening to catapult him out of the tournament ring, Willow had seized the moment. With a surge of desperation, he had poured his entire being into a single, impossible move. He had channeled his chi, not with the careful precision of honed skill, but with the raw, reckless force of a desperate gamble.
The result was a cataclysmic explosion of power, an uncontrolled torrent that had ripped through his veins. It had been a desperate, reckless attempt at a breakthrough, a forced leap across the chasm between realms of chi manipulation. He had tried to force his chi beyond its limits, to break through to the next level, and it had backfired.
But it had worked.
For a fleeting moment, Willow had felt the earth tremble, the air crackle with his chi, and the Sage, caught in the maelstrom of his power, had been thrown off his feet. The world had dissolved into the blinding flash of his own chaotic energy, and then, silence.
He had won.
The pain, the pulsing agony that resonated through his shattered muscles and weary bones, was a testament to the price of victory. The electric shocks that coursed through his body, each one a miniature earthquake, were a reminder of the cost of his ambition. But the joy, the unbridled exhilaration that bloomed within him, eclipsed even the pain.
He had lost countless times. A defeat against the Demon God, the first taste of his bitter destiny. A humiliating loss to Ivanka, his prowess crushed under the weight of her overwhelming power. A meager showing against Raegis, a reminder of the gulf between their skills. Each defeat had been a heavy blow, chipping away at his confidence, his spirit, his belief in himself.
But this was different. This was a victory.
He had won against the Sage, a testament to his resilience, his will to survive, to persevere. It was a fragile win, born of reckless desperation, but a win nonetheless. It was a crack in the wall of his seemingly destined fate.
He had won.
The electrifying shock that was running throughout his body was intense, and Willow could feel every muscle in his body cramping up in pain. He wanted to scream, to cry out for help, but he couldn't. He couldn't even move, paralyzed by the shock that had overtaken him.
All around him, the crowd was going wild. They had been on the edge of their seats, watching the intense battle between Willow and the Sage, and now that it was over, they were erupting in cheers and applause. But Willow couldn't hear any of it. All he could hear was the ringing in his ears, the sound of his own heartbeat, as the shock continued to course through his veins.
He didn't know how long he stood there, suspended in pain, but eventually, the shock began to subside. Slowly, Willow's muscles began to relax, and he was able to move again. He looked around, taking in the chaos of the tournament ring, the debris and competitors that had been sent flying by the force of his kick.
And then he saw the Sage, standing just a few meters away, sword still firmly planted in the ground.
He heard a distant cough, a rattling splutter of blood, and then, a voice, laced with amusement, 'Magnificently done, Willow.'
Willow gritted his teeth, forcing himself to look up. He had to see the Sage's pain, his vulnerability. The Sage's face was contorted in a grimace, his body slumped slightly forward, his stomach...
Willow's blue eyes widened in disbelief. The Sage's stomach had been caved inwards, a grotesque, bloody mess. But even as his gaze lingered on the gruesome sight, the scene began to shift, the crimson blossoming on the Sage's abdomen retreating inwards, his body straightening, the contorted expression melting away.
In the blink of an eye, the Sage's injury had vanished, his body whole and pristine once more. The sight of it, the speed of his recovery, stole the victory from Willow's grasp, leaving him with a bitter taste of despair. This was impossible. The Sage had been hurt, he had seen the wound. But now, he was as good as new.
The Sage had access to a level of healing that was unheard of. Only the Paragon of Healing, Willow himself, wielded such power.
Rejection clawed at him. It was as if this victory, this tiny, fragile light in his world, had been snuffed out by a gust of reality. He had won, but the win felt hollow, diluted by the impossible feat the Sage had just achieved. What was the point of their duel if the opponent could simply erase any consequences?
'You're alright?' The Sage's voice, cool and calm, pierced through his thoughts.
Willow, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest, pushed himself up. 'You... you healed yourself.' The words came out in a dry rasp, his voice thick with disbelief.
The Sage chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down Willow's spine. 'You have a keen eye, Willow. Though, I must say, it would be a shame if you were to succumb to such a pedestrian thought. I simply have a knack for healing, nothing more.' He smiled, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that seemed to hold a hidden meaning.
