Chapter 1421: 1421
The smell of blood in the air was rich and sweet . It had only been less than 10 seconds since Sheyan and Aragorn had started fighting, yet the blood flowing out of the two men had almost dyed the ground beneath their feet entirely red . When they stepped on the ground, it would splatter like on a rainy day .
Sensing the familiar sweet smell of the blood of Isildur's heir, the black fog spread wildly . Sauron was transmitting his power of darkness over with no regard for the cost . As a result, the Orcs of Mordor fell by the thousands . Their fallen corpses dried up like zombies, their vitality having been entirely sucked out of them as the driving force to supply the power of darkness .
Correspondingly, in the Source of Darkness hall, the area enshrouded by darkness expanded, and the recovery effect of the 'Wind of Darkness' was also rapidly increasing . Intuitively speaking, it meant that the dark gold leech could now buy Sheyan two or three extra seconds .
With a loud clang, the two swords collided, and a grim white light flashed . This was the first time the two swords had met in this fight . The reason for this was because Aragorn had changed his combat style . Facing a fierce horizontal slash from Sheyan, Aragorn could only retract his weapon and block it in front of his chest .
That's right . Against Sheyan's ferocious tactic of trading injuries, Aragorn had relented .
Sheyan's lip curled into a sneer . No other contestants would even dare to exchange blows with storyline characters who often had tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of HP . But under the current special circumstances and environment, Sheyan had sufficient capital to do so .
After putting on the Major General Blood Armour, his HP had exceeded 8000, but the key was that they were currently in the Source of Darkness hall! His HP had increased by 200%, so it had reached the astonishing figure of 24,000! Sheyan was also in peak condition with both the honorary dosage and 'Gloryheal' still at his disposal .
That was to say, in theory, his HP was 24,000 + 24,000 (honorary dosage) + 18,000 (Gloryheal), which amounted to 66,000! And that was before taking into account his final trump card, 'Death's Lament'!
What's more, Sheyan's own defence was not to be scoffed at . He also had the title of 'Hedgehog', which rendered Legolas' attacks ineffective . The Source of Darkness hall also increased his attack power and defence by 30% and reduced all long-range damages he received by 40%, in addition to providing the 'Wind of Darkness' restoration effect . With 'Peerless' activated, the damages he received were further reduced by 20% .
With all these powerful buffs stacking up together, why would Sheyan not trade injuries with an Aragorn who was at half strength? Time was of the essence! The sooner he could kill Aragon, the higher his chances of victory!
When the two swords collided, the enormous force transmitting from the opponent's weapon forced Sheyan back unsteadily . Aragon's strength should never be underestimated, especially when he was fully focused on defence . But suddenly, the sword in Sheyan's hand melted again . It squirmed and solidified into a pair of silvery white gloves .
Sheyan's right fist slowly retracted back until it reached the limit, like a bow that was drawn taut . Seeing this, Aragorn could feel the opponent's emotions - pain, joy, sadness, blissfulness - rapidly accumulating, condensing, and sublimating in the fist!
The fist struck forth like a bolt of lightning, so fierce that Aragorn could hardly breathe! Even the eternal darkness in the hall was stirred into a raging tide . Aragorn felt that he could not avoid the fist; he could only block it!
Sheyan's fist smashed into Aragon's scabbard . The first effect to be triggered was 'Strength of the Sky' . The shrill cry of an Elf suddenly resounded in the air . An illusion of an Elf appeared and broke into tiny spots of light . The Elven power protecting Aragon was shattered! The fist continued advancing forward tyrannically!
Aragorn's scabbard slammed into his chest, breaking several of his ribs . He stumbled several steps back and fell backwards, his head dizzy . Blood spewed out of his mouth and stained the front of his shirt red .
Aragorn could see Sheyan's burning eyes moving closer to his soul like the flames of death . There was only one message in those eyes: only one of us may live today!
At this moment, Aragon's resolve suddenly became firm . He no longer paid any attention to other people, other objects, or even the past and the future . He was fully focused on the now! His grip on Andúril's hilt tightened . He now understood that if he could not take control of the present, he would no longer have a future .
Having launched the punch, Sheyan stood on the same spot in silence with his eyes shut tight . No one could tell what kind of expression he had on his bloodstained face . They could only feel that his momentum had not dropped in the slightest after the punch, but had instead continued to rise and accumulate . It was obvious that his subsequent attacks would come in succession like crazily surging waves, slamming into the enemy one after another!
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