Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1380

"Fine, I'll go all out!"

Darren had no choice but to fight Sewell head-on because the latter had already blocked all possible escape routes.

As Sewell unleashed his attack, Darren clearly felt the devastating aura coming from it.

Thus, he also released all his god's power in his body.

He knew that it would not be enough, so he also put on the Red-chained Armor he had obtained at the hunting ground.

Boom!

Both their god's power collided and created a massive impact.

However, Sewell's level of god's power was obviously much higher than Darren's. Thus, Darren felt the tremendous effect of the blood wave.

Crash!

Soon enough, the Red-chained Armor collapsed. With his last line of defense shattered, Darren felt that the force of the blood wave was crushing his internal organs.

He felt a sharp pain all over his body. Fortunately, at the last moment, the Red-chained Armor automatically released a strange force, resisting the remaining impact of Sewell's attack. Otherwise, Darren might have died for real.

Seeing Darren's condition, Sewell couldn't help but grin wickedly. In his mind, Darren was already finished.

He had already let his guard down, thinking that even if Darren didn't die right away, he should have acquired serious injuries, making him unable to fight anymore.

Sewell quickly approached Darren. He wanted to torture him some more before finally taking his life.

Swoosh!

But out of nowhere, a sharp sound of air breaking echoed. A small sword was suddenly shot towards Sewell's head at an astonishing speed.

Since the distance was just so close, and he was kind of caught off guard, the little sword almost easily scratched Sewell's forehead.

Seeing this, he was utterly shocked.

However, with his quick reflexes, he was able to lean his head back. At the same time, he also unleashed a small stream of god's power to deflect the sword's trajectory. In the end, the small sword had only cut a portion of Sewell's hair.

Darren's ambush using the first small sword failed.

But there was no hint of disappointment in his face. His eyes were still focused as if it was all a part of his elaborate plan.

Indeed, he wasn't planning to stab Sewell with the first Spiritual Flying Sword. It was just actually a decoy to distract him. The main act was to be carried by the second small sword.

When the first small sword was shot out, Darren also released the second one right after, aiming at Sewell's arm.

Darren didn't need to aim for Sewell's vital parts.

After all, he knew that all highly-skilled warriors would instinctively protect their vital parts. If Darren aimed for them, he might even have a higher rate of failure.

However, stabbing the arm would give a different impression to the target. Because it was a non-fatal body part, his sense of protecting it would not be as strong.

Therefore, Darren knew that it was his best choice to stab his opponent's arm. After all, all he needed was to inflict a wound anywhere on his target's body.

Swoosh!

At that moment, Sewell sensed another hidden weapon coming straight at him from another direction.

However, he perceived that the sword was going to land at his arm. Sensing this, he didn't panic too much. After all, even if he didn't dodge, the damage that he would acquire wouldn't be life-threatening.

But Sewell was not someone careless. Even if he knew that the damage would not be severe, he still tried his best to avoid the approaching sword.

He contorted his body, but the small sword was fast enough to inflict a small laceration to his arm. But in the end, this minor injury was just nothing. Even an ordinary person could endure it, not to mention a cultivator like him who was at the Celestial God Realm.

"Brat, stop struggling already. You're done. Give up and just accept your death."

Sewell walked steadily towards Darren and stopped in front of him.

At this moment, it was very obvious that Darren was seriously injured. He couldn't even stand straight. At this rate, it would be impossible for him to escape.

"Ha-ha! You're so confident, aren't you? Don't you feel anything? Perhaps a little itchy?" Darren asked with a smirk on his face.

"What?" Sewell's brows furrowed. 'What is this guy saying? Has he gone crazy?' he thought to himself. 'What nonsense is he talking about?

Did he just say itchy?' Sewell was kind of confused at what Darren was trying to say. After all, he had almost forgotten that sensation because he hadn't experienced it for thousands of years.

But then after a while, he suddenly felt that there was something wrong in his arm. He started to feel extremely itchy.

He immediately raised his hand and scratched his injured arm like crazy.

His face twisted as his arm bled profusely from all the scratches.

'This is not good. If he completely tore the flesh infected with the poison, it would come out of his body, ' Darren thought to himself.

The poison wasn't able to penetrate deep enough into Sewell's bone marrow but only struck his arm muscles. Thus, there was still a chance to recover from it.