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TSSITWON Chapter 82: Foko is Killed
🕑 Added 2024-11-04 12:59:09 +0000 UTCTime felt as if it was slowing down, and every passing minute brought Foko closer to the point of destruction.
Finally, Foko stopped, forced to halt his escape. He turned to look at Aoki, his face contorted and breathless. Desperation overtook his expression as Foko exclaimed, "What do you want? I can give you a lot of money! You can just leave, and we can forget all of this!"
Aoki stared at Foko coldly, his face expressionless but his gaze sharp, as if piercing through Foko's trembling soul. "Money, huh?" Aoki said, his tone calm yet laced with an undeniable threat. "I can get everything you offer just by ending you here. I just need to take that money from your corpse."
Aoki's words, simple yet sharp, left Foko speechless. The next second, the atmosphere between them was filled with an invisible tension, palpable yet clear—one side full of cold courage, the other tinged with inevitable panic.
Hearing Aoki's cold response, anger flared within Foko. Without considering the consequences, Foko shouted and lunged forward, ignoring the fear that had previously enveloped him.
"Fūton no Jutsu: Neppū no Ken (Wind Technique: Sword of Hot Wind)!" Foko shouted as he formed hand seals. In an instant, Foko extended his right hand, gripping a kunai pointed towards the ground. Wind chakra began to surge through the kunai, forming a hot and sharp aura around it, creating a transparent sword of wind that emanated deadly energy.
Aoki raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised but even more excited. This was no longer just a chase—it was now a duel between sword users, something Aoki had longed for. A thin smile appeared on Aoki's lips.
"Mizu no Kokyu: Jū no Kata: Seisei Ruten (Water Breathing: Tenth Form: Constant Flow)," Aoki whispered firmly. Aoki charged towards Foko, and in an instant, their swords clashed.
"Clang!" The sharp sound of metal clashing echoed in the air as Aoki's sword collided with Foko's hot wind sword, both blades emitting flashes of light and sparkling sparks.
Aoki chuckled softly. "That transparent wind sword is strong enough to withstand my attack... but it won't last long," Aoki said, his eyes shining with excitement and fighting spirit.
As Aoki began to attack relentlessly, each swing of his sword grew more powerful. The attacks flowed like water, yet pressed with increasing force. Foko, on the other hand, began to lose his balance; each time he parried, his arms felt heavier, and the heat from Foko's wind sword began to dissipate under Aoki's relentless assault.
After a moment, Foko stepped back, trying to find a gap to breathe. Seeing this opportunity, Aoki wasted no time. He surged forward again, this time with even greater speed, his steps seemingly unending, pushing Foko back once more.
As Aoki swung his sword towards Foko, a dragon made of water suddenly appeared, formed from Aoki's breathing energy, roaring with undeniable power. The dragon coiled around Aoki's sword, adding a magical aura and incredible strength to Aoki's attack.
Foko was taken aback, unable to think or escape. His eyes widened as the water dragon roared towards him, bringing with it a wind and a piercing cold aura. Foko tried to parry, but it was too late—the sword Aoki wielded, empowered by the water dragon, slashed directly, splitting Foko's last line of defense.
With that one lethal strike, Aoki succeeded in conquering his opponent. Foko fell to the ground, his eyes still open in shock that he could not express. Foko's body lay limp, and silence filled the air, only broken by the dripping water flowing from Aoki's sword, merging with the earth below.
