Blood Creed 52 !

"Clang!!!"

The sound of a blade cutting flesh was never head, however, metal striking metal as sparks flew out from my chest. It was the limiter! Death was miraculously evaded but the damage was still suffered as I was sent rolling down the ground.

Instantly fixing my posture I stood up trying to reposition myself to fight back against the incoming threat.

'Basara Let me take over!' shouted Nocturn within my head. 'I wanted you to fight him yourself but it seems you are far from strong enough. At least not now.'

'Whatever you say," I said as I gave him control.

"Oh, you switched. That won't do." Said the shrouded man as he brought forward a dark stone with several white markings on it.

"A dark sigil!" said Nocturne then I felt shocked as I was forcefully given back control over my body.

'Run Basara!' Cried out Nocturne, yet without even a moment's rest, I saw a blade coming forward trying to lop my head off my shoulders.

Hastily pulling up my scythe the blade was forced off trajectory, yet still managed to slice my ear forcing large amounts of blood to gush out.

Gazing at my side I saw Lady Lissandra who was looking pale… if I were to run… she will die.

"s.h.i.+t!"

I swung the scythe sideways with barely enough strength to move the blade and jumped backward.

The man didn't give me a chance as he followed suit with another lunge directed at my head.

On reflex I exerted the first Move of the Lotus arts, bending down and slicing upwards with the blade of the scythe, although not a blade I used the momentum to slice at the man.

He, however, didn't dare come close as he jumped backward.

'He won't dare touch the blade, you just need to cut him and I will suck the life out of him, if you can't fight, you need only to wound.' Said Nocturne.

"Haste!"

"Empower!"

"Strengthen!"

I called upon the meager skills I could use.

If I could have the time to remove the limiter I would probably be able to move much faster… however, I believe that if I were to falter, just for a second, it will be my head that will roll. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

The man moved forward with more viciousness as he struck the air thrice. Dodging the first two with the skin of my teeth, I was forced to take the third hit to the right thigh.

More blood gushed out while I was forced into a corner.

"Give up lad, you are no match for me, hand over the book and die. You are unworthy of its power." He said as he got closer.

"Why are you doing this," I said through gritted teeth.

"Why not, you have something that I want. And you don't have the strength to protect or wield it. It is only natural that I will have it, now enough of this talk, hand over the book and your life too." He said as he chopped forward.

"Saint slayer!" shouted Lady Lissandra as a wave of Qi shot forward.

"Impudent b.i.t.c.h," said the man as he swung his hand destroying the majestic Qi wave as if it was but a nuisance. The mere act of him moving his hand was enough to destroy Lady Lissandra's spell and smack her into a nearby tree. She let a groan as her body was once again damaged before she could fully heal her injuries, adding damage to damage.

"Do you think that just because you are highly esteemed amongst the school, being a cla.s.s S that you will be able to take down one of greater understanding towards martial prows? Those are scores based on your potential, not your real value." Said the man as he moved forward, this time I barely had the time to stand up. Forcing balance on my unwounded leg. The limiter making this harder now that I can no longer properly control the distribution of weight.

"Die for me," said the Shrouded man as a swing of his sword was about to land on my head.

"Not so fast," said another voice as he appeared from nowhere.

It was the old man guarding the entrance to the forest. on his hand was a long wooden staff that he used to block the sword of the shrouded man.

"You think that you have the ability to run rampant in this place without being punished for it? You think too highly of yourself, Selazar" said the old man

"Headmaster…!" grunted the shrouded man as he was forced back.

Headmaster? That old man? Is the Headmaster?

"You have the last Conqueror's treasure, however, just one of them, it is not enough." He said as he moved forward striking with the wooden staff repeatedly, parrying and forcing the man back.

"Why interfere with my plans Old man! I never liked you at all. It seems that I have no choice." Said the shrouded man.

"Blood calls! Blood shall be answered. I give this flesh for strength, I give this flesh for blood, I call upon the old oath, I call upon the blood creed!" chanted the shrouded man

"Get back! Both of you! Now!" cried out the headmaster