Primordial Sin System

585  Chapter 585-Battle against a Supreme

Chapter 585

The air was thick with tension, the atmosphere almost suffocating as two figures stood face-to-face.

The opponent, shrouded in a dark aura, wielded an ancient, ominous-looking sword.

His every movement carried the weight of mastery as if the blade was an extension of his very being.

Opposite him stood Dave, unarmed, his expression calm yet curious, as though the confrontation intrigued him more than anything else.

"You dare face me barehanded, reincarnation or not?" the figure's voice echoed, cold and cutting.

Dave shrugged, his lips curving into a lazy smirk.

"I've always wondered what it's like to fight someone of your level. Consider this a learning experience"

If Dave were to rate the guy in front of him from 1 to 10, he would say 100.

This guy's aura was so sharp that it felt like he could be cut in an instant if he made a wrong move.

He hadn't felt such a strong threat in a long time—not since he first met Ronin.

 The two had a similar sharp aura that seemed capable of killing without even doing anything.

Dave had sparred with Ronin before on occasion and defeated him by a small margin, but he could tell Ronin had held back.

After all, Ronin's reverence for him was so high that he couldn't bear to see Dave injured.

That's why Ronin never used his killing moves against him.

Dave never forced him, either, knowing Ronin had sworn to use his lethal techniques only against his enemies or Dave's enemies.

On the other hand, this guy in front of him would surely kill him if he made a single blunder.

"Well then, let's see."

The figure's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword. Without another word, he vanished, his body blurring as he surged forward.

Dave barely had time to shift his stance as the figure's blade slashed toward him, carving through the air with terrifying precision.

He leaned to the side, narrowly avoiding the strike, the force of the swing creating a shockwave that cracked the ground beneath him.

'He's fast.'

The thought barely formed in Dave's mind before the figure launched another attack. The blade danced like liquid fire, its movements were fluid yet sharp, aiming to overwhelm him.

Dave avoided the attacks, his bare hands deflecting the flat of the blade or redirecting strikes with his palms.

"Not bad," Dave muttered, his smirk widening. "But isn't it too early to go all out?"

The figure didn't respond and his blade shifted into a new rhythm, faster and more unpredictable.

The strikes came from impossible angles, forcing Dave to move defensively.

Sword Skills of the Supreme

The figure's mastery was undeniable. Every swing of his sword was a masterpiece of technique.

At one point, he executed Eternal Divide, a skill that split the very air, sending razor-sharp waves of energy hurtling toward Dave.

Dave flipped backward, narrowly avoiding the attack.

He landed gracefully but was immediately met with another skill: Phantom Mirage.

The figure seemed to multiply, surrounding Dave with illusory clones, each one attacking simultaneously.

"Tch, tricky,"

Dave murmured, dodging a swipe only to feel a sharp pain in his shoulder.

He glanced down, seeing a thin cut. Blood seeped through his shirt.

"When?"

"First blood is mine," the figure said, his voice filled with grim satisfaction.

Dave laughed, ignoring the wound. "Congratulations. You've officially made me care about this fight."

Despite his lighthearted words, Dave's eyes were sharp and calculating.

 He wasn't merely dodging or blocking—he was studying.

Every swing, every feint, every shift in the figure's stance was being burned into his mind.

'He's not just swinging a sword. It's like he's telling a story with every strike.'

The figure unleashed another devastating skill, Abyssal Spiral.

His blade spun in a furious cyclone, creating a vortex that threatened to swallow Dave whole.

Rather than retreat, Dave charged forward, slipping past the vortex's edge with uncanny agility.

He threw a punch, aiming for the figure's torso, but the latter deflected it with the flat of his blade, countering with a horizontal slash.

The edge grazed Dave's side, drawing another line of blood.

"You're slipping," the figure said, his tone mocking.

"Am I?" Dave replied, his grin unshaken.

As the fight dragged on, Dave's expression shifted from playful to focused.

The figure noticed the change but didn't falter, continuing his relentless assault.

However, there was a subtle shift in the battle.

Dave's movements became sharper, more deliberate as if he were syncing with the figure's rhythm.

Then, as if struck by inspiration, Dave suddenly halted his retreat. He raised his hand, and the air around him trembled.

"Alright, enough playing around," Dave said.

A fissure opened in the ground beneath him, and a chilling, chaotic energy surged forth.

The figure paused, his eyes narrowing as he sensed the shift in power.

From the fissure emerged a sword—The Extinguisher.

Its blade was jet black, glowing faintly with streaks of crimson and gold that pulsed like a heartbeat.

The aura it exuded was oppressive, suffocating, and yet...beautiful.

The figure couldn't help but be captivated for a brief moment. "That sword..."

Dave grasped the hilt, lifting the weapon effortlessly. "Yeah, magnificent isn't it?"

He gave it a casual swing, and the sheer force of the motion sent a shockwave rippling through the battlefield.

Clang!

The swords met with a deafening clang, sparks flying as their auras collided. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The ground beneath them cracked and shattered under the sheer force of their strikes.

Dave matched the figure blow for blow, their blades dancing in a deadly symphony.

The figure unleashed Heaven's Judgement, a technique that summoned ethereal swords to rain down from above.

Dave countered by spinning The Extinguisher, creating a shield of chaotic energy that deflected the swords.

"You're good," Dave admitted, genuinely impressed.

"And you're still holding back," the figure retorted.

"Guilty as charged."

Their swords clashed again, the impact creating a shockwave that leveled nearby trees.

Dave's grin returned, but this time it carried a hint of respect.

'This guy might be on par with my mother in terms of sword comprehension.'

He admitted that this guy was better than him with a sword, and Dave knew he still had a long way to go. He had been observing him from the start, hoping to learn something new.

He had never seen his mother fight before, but he could feel that his other sword, the Sword of Calmness, was also restless, as if it was excited to face the enemy's blade.

Dave stepped back, raising The Extinguisher above his head. The chaotic energy around him began to converge, spiraling toward the blade.

"This has been fun," Dave said, his tone light.

"But I think I've learned enough."

The figure tensed, sensing danger. "What are you planning?"

Dave didn't answer. Instead, he swung The Extinguisher downward.

The blade glowed with a blinding light as he unleashed his new technique:

Chaotic Art: Extermination Sword Slash.

The attack wasn't just a strike—it was an eruption.

A wave of chaotic energy surged forth, consuming everything in its path.

The ground split apart, the air burned, and even the figure's sword trembled under the sheer force of the attack.

The figure raised his blade, using his ultimate defense technique, Infinity Barrier Slash, to block the attack.

Their energies collided, creating a cataclysmic explosion that lit up the sky.

Boom!

When the dust settled, both combatants were still standing, though the battlefield was unrecognizable.

The figure's sword was chipped, and his breathing was heavy.

"You... copied all my techniques and merged them into one skill? Impressive."

Dave chuckled, resting The Extinguisher on his shoulder. "Guilty as charged. But hey, you're the one who inspired me."

The figure stared at him for a long moment before sheathing his sword. "You've passed... Master."

Dave blinked, his smirk fading. "Wait, what?"

But before he could get an answer, the figure vanished, leaving Dave standing amidst the ruins of their battle.

"Master?" Dave said with curiosity, his grin returning. "That was fun."