'Damn. Why do I have to face someone like him of all persons'. Mitchell said inwardly. He leant his head backward by an inch and a blade passed just over his neck. He could even feel the breeze from it.
Immediately it whizzed passed him, Mitchell attempted to kick him while his neck was still leant back, he arched his body backward as well and the foot hit the cultivator straight in the mouth.
Mitchell used his hands to land and did a somersault. Something he didn't know he could do recently. As he regained his footing, he sprinted forward at the still disoriented cultivator. His speed suddenly increased again by triple fold as he used the technique from the crimson nightmare.
As he caught up to him he stretched his right hand out, then his index finger came forth. All the Qi in his body went straight into that single finger and kept on compressing until his finger was glowing with a purple light.
A purple thread came out of his finger and flew straight at the cultivator who seemed to have stabilized himself and saw the purple thread coming him way. He could not dodged from this close up to his opponent.
"Curse you" he said and he raised his arm which was still holding the arm and the purple thread entered his hand leaving a small hole which blood poured out from.
There was a pained expression on his face. " I'll fucking kill you'' he roared and ran straight at Mitchell, the sword blade glinted in the sunlight.
'As if I haven't heard that before'. Mitchell sneered and did the original version of Qi cannon burst. A ball of purple light formed at his fingertips and the cultivator was consumed in the explosion that followed. But it also affected him as well.
Using the same technique twice in an insane time on the same finger which had yet to heal from the internal damage. His index finger exploded in a dust of blood.
"Crap". He muttered under his breath and bit his tongue to resist the intense pain of his finger exploding into oblivion.
He summoned the purple sword on his left hand and blocked an attack that came speeding of the dust. The cultivator was enveloped in a bright green light but his body was very injured, his right hand was wrecked from the purple thread that had entered it earlier then exploded inside him.
'How is this guy still alive'. His teeth was clenched was in anger and his bleeding profusely and he still squeezed the talisman that had saved him. His expression was ugly and scared at the same time.
He had been chasing Mitchell for a long time in the arid desert. After watching Mitchell kill several beasts in the eighth stage of foundation building realm, then fighting against a group of cultivators that ambushed him before laying waste to them. He was certain that he was already out of Qi and his body would be aching. He saw the amount of spatial rings Mitchell had on him and wanted them for himself so he chased him for several hours, expecting him to collapse yet he still fought him and managed to make him bring out his one use life saving talisman his master had given him for emergencies.
He was in the seventh stage for crying out loud while Mitchell was in the fifth stage. How could he do all this. 'Is he human' was the thought that ran around in the cultivator's mind.
In truth Mitchell was very tired. After killing the group of magical monsters, painfully collecting their cores then fighting against the ' ambush squad ' which was what they called themselves, then being chased by this cultivator and using the Qi burst cannon twice in a row and finally summoning the purple sword.
Yeah in truth Mitchell was running on steam. He was already empty for all he knew. He only had enough energy for just one more technique then he wouldn't even have Qi in his body to put in his legs to run away.
'If this doesn't work then am screwed'. He imitated that one slash he had been practicing for days without an end now and decided to see the fruits of his labour.
The cultivator lunged at him, frustration tearing at the edges of his mind making his go into useless rage.
He was in the right place and at the right time so Mitchell executed the Golden slash that had been plaguing his nightmares and ' Swoosh' the horizontal slash aimed perfectly at the cultivator forehead who was still lunging forward.
The slash was already in the right trajectory and Mitchell saw the scene he saw inside the ancient slip again. He closed his eyes and imagined he was the one executing the slash he had seen.
He followed the movements of the sword and how the golden light behaved as it slashed.
He imagined it doing the same to the cultivator in front of him right now and . . . there was the sound of metal slicing into flesh and the pained screams of the cultivator be for it turned silent.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a faint golden light glittering on the purple sword before disappearing as if it never existed. He saw the now dead cultivator who had his head and part of his chest divided in two.
Mitchell collapsed on the floor and was panting heavily. He didn't even check if the area was safe before laying down on the floor to fall asleep.
'If things continue like this am not sure if I can go on'. He thought as he woke up. He stood up from the floor. Sleeping had helped him recover his strength and release all the fatigue.
But it couldn't be helped. After almost every battle he had to get some sleep to prepare for the next one.
But throughout this time, he had passed the fifteen percent threshold and was now somewhere within the twenty to twenty five percent.
The terrain had also changed. He was now in a snowy landscape that stretched as far as the eye could see.
He changed his robe color to white to also blend in and not look so inconspicuous. The beasts that reside in this place where all snow based. Their attack always had something to do with snow.
He had just killed a snow bear that was four times his size. It's fur was furry white with horrible slashes that dyed its coat red, and its eyes were blue. It had been a tough battle with Mitchell running and the bear attacking.
Anytime he used 'Qi burst cannon' the bear would always use snow to defend and when the attack finally hit it, there was almost not effect.
'Come on, cut me some slack'. He was already planning on running away since this was a battle he had already lost when he saw its sloppy movements.
It could no longer cast any snow based technique as fast as it used to and the speed of its attack took their sweet time before reaching him.
It was tired and Mitchell could capitalize on it. His sword had more effect on it than his techniques but it needed him to get up close and personal.
Too close. In the process of slashing, he had nearly been hit by one of its claws and although they brushed passed him, they still did a lot of damage when it hit his arm.
Mitchell had not been hit by a truck, but he felt like he just did. The pain was too much that as he almost lost consciousness, the pain brought him back to life.
His hand was now a bloody mess and blood was dripping from it dyeing the snow beneath them crimson.