Lord of the Truth

1072  Soul Masters' fighting style

Robin... discovered a critical flaw in his combat style.

"Hoooff--!!" Pythor exhaled forcefully towards the ground, his powerful breath filled with purple venom instantly clearing all the dust lingering in the air and continuing to surge rapidly in all directions. The sheer force of the breath caused the ground to crack beneath him, sending small debris flying like shrapnel. In this situation, even if Robin tried to use a time blink, the winds carrying the Law of Corrosion would still strike him without mercy!

Swoooosh "...." Robin remained in place, watching the advancing wall of wind rushing toward him at the speed of sound with a distant gaze, his eyes reflecting a mix of calculation and uncertainty. Then, he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible, "...I refuse to believe this..."

Oooomnnn Robin's body began to glow with a golden shade for a brief moment before the glow took the form of a cloak that enveloped his entire body like a second skin. Even his head was covered by a transparent golden hood, and his feet were adorned with golden boots that pulsed with raw power. Robin had fully activated the Golden Cloak ability!

Swoooosh The wall of purple winds struck Robin with immense force, forcing him to take a few steps back due to the sheer momentum and energy Pythor had infused into it. The ground beneath him cracked under the pressure, yet the golden light held firm. But that was all.

"...Hssss?" Pythor narrowed his eyes sharply, his massive pupils contracting in disbelief. The purple erosion law vanished the moment it touched the golden light surrounding Robin, dissipating as if it had never existed. "You have another trick? Let's test it again." Pythor spoke—a rare occurrence since his transformation—then opened his mouth wide. @@novelbin@@

Fwoooooaaaah A dense purple fog surged toward Robin, even thicker than the previous attack, spreading like a living entity, tendrils of venomous mist reaching out hungrily. It looked almost like a cotton cloud, yet it carried the essence of decay and destruction!

Facing the incoming attack of certain death, Robin slowly raised his hand to shoulder level.

Whooom Whooom Ten silver portals, each the size of a human head, opened beside him, pulsating with an eerie hum. From each portal emerged a mighty silver sword, shimmering with an ethereal glow.

Swoosh Swoosh Swoosh The ten silver swords shot directly toward the advancing purple cloud, cutting through it with precision and force, leaving streaks of shining light in their wake.

Slaaash Slaaash

"Hssss?!" The giant serpent widened his eyes to their fullest. Robin Burton's successive actions indicated he had suddenly become serious for some reason. And also... how could an intangible gaseous attack be countered in such a manner? Those massive swords were slicing through it as if it were candy!

But when Pythor focused, he finally saw it. Slaaash Slaaash Slaaash Slaaash Those mighty silver swords were dissipating anything that came close to them.

"Impossible," Pythor forgot the dignity he had previously displayed. The deep voice from his belly resonated once again, maintaining his assault. But this time, there was a hint of panic when he realized something about those ten swords. "How many Soul Units do you have exactly?"

Each of those swords carried a full thousand Soul Units, each reaching the maximum limit possible within the young planetary belt!

If these ten swords were counted as ten thousand soul units and the Marshals Snite and Lonta, along with the giant Father Tree, each holding a thousand as well, that alone would total 13,000 Soul Units— an amount that represented the full power of a respected Soul Master. But if they were to add the hundred soul creatures currently fighting his army...

"Damn you, Robin Burton. I thought we were having an honest discusion. I thought you were an honorable opponent who would speak to me with honesty in the final moments of our rivalry. Why have you resorted to such deceit?" The heavy serpent's voice carried a clear sense of betrayal. "You said you never went to the mid-planetary belt? That you crafted a good soul technique which made you a Soul Master? What kind of technique could be created in the young planetary belt to yield such results? Who exactly is your Overlord? Why does he have a Soul Master like you as a subordinate?!"

"...I never lie. I have no need to lie to anyone. No one is worthy enough for me to lie to." Robin snapped out of his daze for a moment to respond to this insulting accusation.

"Don't pretend to be virtuous. You lied. Your words are filled with cunning deceit, but I chose to overlook it!" Pythor roared fiercely. "I'll remind you of the two worst lies to refresh your memory. You lied when you said you possessed the Major Heavenly Law of Death despite being a mere mortal. And you lied again so brazenly when you claimed that you met a Great Truth Chosen, while I know full well that there is only one in each generation."

"...?!" Robin's eyes widened to the fullest.

"No matter, Robin Burton. Lie all you want. Your lies end today!" The voice, filled with hatred, echoed again. Pythor then shut his mouth, ending his attack, and lunged forward like lightning. Swoosh!

Slash! Slash! The ten great silver swords were still busy eradicating the massive purple cloud. Robin didn't withdraw them upon seeing Pythor approaching. He wanted to eliminate the cloud entirely before it reached the goblin army, as Pythor had begun directing his attacks this way to pin Robin down.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Despite his massive body, Pythor moved at lightning speed, closing the distance in an instant, slithering towards Robin. Then, he opened his mouth wide, ready to swallow Robin whole.

Whoom! Whoom! At that moment, six silver portals opened in front of Pythor, releasing six soul creatures of varying sizes.

The largest was a huge beast, ten meters tall, resembling a mix between a gorilla and a crocodile. It immediately pounded its chest Bam! Bam! Bam! and roared "KAAA!!!" before leaping towards Pythor's fangs, clinging to them.

"ROOOAR--!!" The other five creatures circled around and attacked Pythor's enormous body. His aura, which rivaled that of Durgar the Beast King, meant nothing to these soul creatures. All they cared about was obeying their master's commands and pleasing him!

BOOOOOM!

The six soul creatures were infused with the maximum soul units they could handle. Each carried roughly 600 soul units, equivalent to the peak of level 47. While this alone meant nothing to Pythor in his transformed state, six of them together were not something he could simply ignore.

"HISSSS!!!" Pythor violently shook his head, trying to throw off the spirit creature attempting to force his jaws shut. But at the same time, he was enduring relentless attacks all over his body. Boom! Boom! Boom! He looked upward and let out a pained roar, feeling humiliated. "...HISSSAA---!!!"

"You asked me how many units I have, I can choose to ignore you, but let me gladly break your last bit of confidence." Robin stepped forward, the Golden Cloak exuding the aura of the true ruler of this land, and his cold eyes showing his absolute determination to win today at any cost.

"177,000, Pythor. I have 177,000 soul units, and I acquired most of them in a single day... but you consider me a liar. You can choose to doubt me this time as well."