vstars Chapter 351: A Fated Showdown!
Chapter 351: A Fated Showdown!
Chapter 351: A Fated Showdown!
Kahn's chainsaw axe, "Bloodshot," roared deafeningly, its serrated blade spinning at high speed, creating a blood-red storm. His eyes gleamed with bloodlust, and scorching steam billowed from his respirator: "Kid, are you really not afraid of death?"
Russell's golden psionic energy flowed around him, forming a dazzling psionic shield. He wielded his "Blood Drinker" entrenching tool, the runes on its blade emitting a blinding golden light: "Sigismund showed no fear when facing Angron, and now I'm not afraid of you either!"
"Then die!" Kahn roared like thunder, his chainsaw axe slashing down, the blade tearing through the air and unleashing a crimson storm. Russell's psionic shield trembled violently under the axe blade, cracks spreading like a spiderweb, but instead of retreating, he advanced, his entrenching tool sweeping out, golden psionic energy forming a crescent arc, aimed straight at Kahn's waist and abdomen.
Kahn parried with his chainsaw axe, the blade colliding with the shovel blade, sparks flying. Russell was knocked back several steps, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his gaze remained resolute. His psionic shield reformed, golden light flowing across its surface, as if responding to its master's will.
“Your psionic abilities… are interesting.” A hint of mockery flashed in Kahn’s eyes. “But not enough!” His chainsaw axe suddenly shattered into countless fragments, each gleaming with a bloodthirsty light, rushing towards Russell from all directions.
Russell's golden psionic shield expanded instantly, blocking all the fragments. His "Blood Drinker" entrenching tool thrust out, the blade igniting a burst of golden flames, aimed directly at Kahn's heart. Kahn's chainsaw axe spun to parry, the axe blade colliding with the shovel blade again, erupting in a dazzling light.
Russell's movements grew faster and faster, his golden psionic energy flowing around him as if burning with life force. Each of his attacks was imbued with unparalleled precision and power, but Kahn's defense was like an impenetrable wall, each swing of his chainsaw axe unleashing a blood-red storm.
"Kid, how long can your psionic powers last?" Kahn's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light as he swung his chainsaw axe down, the blade tearing through the air and creating a blood-red frenzy.
Russell's psionic shield trembled violently under the axe blade, cracks spreading like a spiderweb. Blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his gaze remained resolute. His "Blood Drinker" entrenching tool thrust out suddenly, the blade catching a wisp of golden flame, aimed straight at Kahn's heart.
Kahn parried with his chainsaw axe, and a dazzling light erupted the moment the axe blade collided with the shovel blade. Russell was knocked back several steps, and blood once again spilled from the corner of his mouth.
“Sigismund… his swordsmanship… I haven’t fully mastered it, but his spirit… I will never forget it!” Russell roared with unwavering resolve. His golden psionic energy erupted around him, transforming him into a golden bolt of lightning as he charged straight at Kahn.
Kahn swung his chainsaw axe with a sudden burst of light as the axe blade collided with the shovel blade. The shockwave from the collision of the two forces tore apart the arena floor, sending rubble and dust flying everywhere.
"For Sigismund!" Russell roared with unwavering resolve. His golden psionic energy erupted, transforming him into a golden bolt of lightning, aimed directly at Kahn's heart.
At the edge of the arena, Carleon's white wings fluttered gently, his eyes filled with worry: "Russell...can he win?"
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As the battle continued, Kahn grew increasingly enraged, and his power grew stronger.
Kahn's chainsaw axe emitted a blinding flash of blood, the serrated blade shredding the last wisp of golden psionic energy. Russell was thrown ten meters by the shockwave, his back slamming heavily against the obsidian wall of the arena. He coughed up a mouthful of golden blood, and the "Blood Drinker" entrenching tool in his hand fell to the side.
"What a pity," Kahn's boot slammed into Russell's chest, the metal armor scraping against his bones with a sickening sound. "You could have been the second Sigismund." His single eye swept over Russell's shattered armor, then he grinned: "I suddenly don't want to kill you anymore—watching you challenge me time and time again only to be utterly defeated is more amusing than cutting off your head."
Russell's fingers dug deep into the cracks in the ground, a blood-stained smile curving his lips: "Are you scared?"
Kahn's pupils contracted sharply. In that instant, Russell suddenly grabbed the Blood Drinker—a golden shovel stained with holy blood—that was stuck in the ground, and, carrying the last of his psionic energy, plunged it into the hydraulic joint of Kahn's knee.
"Roar—!" Kahn's roar shattered the glass within a hundred meters. His chainsaw axe swung down instinctively, but at the last moment it shifted by half an inch—the axe blade embedded itself deeply in the ground near Russell's ear.
Black blood gushed from Kahn's joints, a mixture of warp energy and mechanical lubricant. "How dare you..." His voice was distorted with rage, and the entire arena began to be enveloped in the red light of the Blood God's domain.
Russell seized the opportunity to roll away and tightly gripped the Blood Drinker, saying: "Your arrogance is exactly the same as Sigismund's..."
Kahn's wounds healed rapidly under Khorne's blessing, just as he was preparing to launch another attack on Russell. This time, he defeated Russell with an easy blow.
Kahn's chainsaw axe hovered half an inch in front of Russell's throat, drops of blood dripping from the blade scorching Russell's neck. The obsidian floor of the arena was covered with radial cracks, and Russell's "Blood Drinker" entrenching tool was stuck diagonally in a crack in the wall thirty meters away, with half a bloodstained handprint still remaining on the handle.
"Your progress surprises me," Kahn said, his respirator spewing sulfurous fumes. His eyes swept over Russell's blood-soaked armor. "A few years ago, you couldn't even withstand a single blow." His axe suddenly reversed direction, severing a lock of Russell's hair stuck to his forehead with blood. "But to say you've banished the Primarch?" He tossed the lock into the air, watching it burn to ashes in the power of the Blood God. "You still need ten thousand years of honing your skills."
Russell's right arm twisted unnaturally, yet he slowly rose, supporting himself with his left hand. Half of his pupils had turned pure gold, a sign of psychic depletion: "You held back... that last axe strike should have been a decapitation."
Kahn suddenly burst into deafening laughter, the metal supports of the arena's dome trembling with the sound waves. He flung something at Russell—half a bloodstained Khorne's emblem, its edges still bearing the teeth marks of a chainsaw axe.
"Take this!" he roared amidst the rising crimson light of teleportation. "If you haven't been torn to shreds by Angron when we meet next time, use this to issue a formal challenge to me!"
As the blood-red light completely dissipated, Arya's psionic barrier was just dispelled. Carleon's wings whipped up a gust of air to catch the swaying Russell, only to find that his hand, which was tightly gripping the holy symbol, had been corroded to the point of revealing white bones.
He infused the emblem with the blessing of Khorne, and crimson cracks appeared in the crystal of Arya's scepter. This was a curse… and an invitation.
Russell coughed up blood streaked with gold, his gaze fixed on the Chaos remnants that the Holy Blood Angels fleet was besieging. Through the porthole of one of the exploding raider ships, he vaguely saw Kahn raising his chainsaw axe in salute.