The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1050  Glimpse of Defeat

Kyran was reluctant to admit this, but Dorlus was absolutely right.

He tried to conceal it behind his stoic expression, but from the outset of the battle, there was a clear indication that fatigue was catching up to him faster than he desired. Controlling the energy within him to this degree has its ups and downs.

In order to bypass Dorlus' insight ability, Kyran had to sacrifice his endurance greatly.

Realizing the situation, Kyran tried to retaliate.

But Dorlus moved even faster, slashing Kyran in the face, hurtling him away like a bullet.

Kyran was forced to hiss out of his mouth as his expression contorted in agony, the slash left a bloody mark across the side of his face. He tried to recover from the attack, but Dorlus was already right by him.

"Indirect Moon Ability, Triple Assault!"

Swoosh!

Slash!

Chanting his moon ability, Dorlus executes three slashes simultaneously.

Blood was drawn, creating a gory arc in the air as Kyran's skin exploded from the slashes.

Looking down at his torso, he could see that he was wounded severely.

Even though the wounds were deep, ripping his internal organs, Kyran's regenerative ability came to work and closed the wounds almost instantly. But also almost instantly, Dorlus did another set of slashes, tearing open the wounds that were just closed.

It happened several times, disorienting Kyran from the loss of blood.

Moving with more vigor at the sight of a change in Kyran's expression, Dorlus stomped the ground, cracking it as he made a dash and used his claws to impale Kyran. His claws made entry at Kyran's abdomen and made a clean exit on the back.

Kyran clenched his jaw and grabbed Dorlus' arm, his expression twitching in pain.

"Let's see how long you are going to hold out," Dorlus mused savagely.

Swish!

Showing no mercy, Dorlus guides the kingly energy inside of him into his arm and infuses it into Kyran's form through the entry wound. It made Kyran's grip on his arm tighten, making Dorlus let out a laugh as he could tell that it was working.

He knew that Kyran was resistant to the Yule Moon's energy, but it was not complete.

Dorlus suspects that there should be a limit.

It may be true that Kyran could shrug off the Yule Moon's light as if it was nothing, but direct exposure into his body of the Yule Moon's energy is a different kind of exposure. Not even his mutation could resist this completely.

Making eye contact with Dorlus fiercely, Kyran gritted his teeth and made a move.

Slash!

In a burst of the moment, Dorlus saw his arm was severed.

Kyran's burst of energy was capable of tearing through his armor skin and severing his arm as if it were nothing. But as Kyran leaped back to create some distance, Dorlus smiled as it was clear to him that this was a desperate move from Kyran to get away.

Focusing his kingly energy on his arm, he regenerates it instantly.

An unnatural way of regeneration.

Just like that, with the fatigue catching him, the battle has turned one-sided for the worst.

Even the most veteran and skilled expert would gradually lose their ability with the presence of fatigue or exhaustion. It could be seen as Kyran finding it harder and harder to defend his vulnerable points from Dorlus' assaults.

On the other hand, Dorlus with countless experiences has incredible stamina.

Despite suffering many injuries, he doesn't feel tired at all.

Leaping back as he dodged a vertical slash from Dorlus, Kyran cast a brief glance at Flunra and found him still awakening the princess, 'I don't think he's nearing completion yet, but I don't need to buy time for him to finish, a couple more minutes should be enough'

In a desperate attempt, he looked for some ways so that he could prolong this fight.

Unfortunately, the place was completely open.

Nothing could be used to his advantage, there were only the pillars near the staircase.

Sprinting towards the pillars, Kyran kept positioning himself behind the pillar to avoid a head-on confrontation with Dorlus. He was doing well until Dorlus' patience ran out and blasted all of the pillars with an energy slash.

Crash!

With nothing standing between them, Dorlus came in for a strike.

Dodging numerous violent slashes that were akin to a hundred glistening lights to the naked eyes, Kyran made a wrong step and stumbled. He lost his footing as Dorlus raised his claws and delivered a powerful vertical slash, like a hammer fist.

BAM!

"Kaahkk!" Kyran spat a mouthful of blood.

Despite blocking the attack, the force and energy travel through his arms and damage his internal organs. Moreover, the bones in his arms made cracking noises. Unlike the normal layer of skin that protected his bones, Dorlus has armored skin.

Naturally, every hit he delivered was amplified in force because of that.

In a fierce retaliation, Kyran thrust his claws forward, aiming for Dorlus' exposed throat.

But with his insight ability, Dorlus sensed this attack before it happened.

Crunch!

Kyran found himself unable to react swiftly as Dorlus' canine teeth sank into his arms.

With a forceful pull, Dorlus tore Kyran's arm from his torso before proceeding to bite into his shoulder, ripping away a huge chunk of flesh. It was brutal, blood already formed a malicious pool underneath Kyran's body.

Not even stopping at that, Dorlus started clawing at him mercilessly.

A disturbing fleshy sound resounded for a moment as Kyran was torn to shreds.

Despite his training inside the Ice Realm, the experiences Dorlus has prevailed as the victor.

Eventually, Dorlus stopped at the sight of Kyran's form in shambles.

It was hard to recognize him now, and the heaves done by his chest were the only sign that he was still alive. Looking at this, Dorlus scoffed in contempt. In their vicious clash a moment ago, Kyran didn't sit still and retaliated too.

Kyran was still fighting back even though he was pinned in a dangerous situation.

Looking at this, Dorlus could tell that he had been in this situation countless times already.

An expert in battle were marked not only in their battle techniques or approach to a fight but also their unwavering focus regardless of how dire the situation they were in. It was a crucial trait that separated them from non-experts, those who were not used to fighting.

Kyran, despite sustaining deadly injuries, continued to press on.

He demonstrated his prowess by remaining vigilant for opportunities to bring Dorlus down.

Dorlus' gauged eyes was recovered in the moment, but got stabbed again. He was bleeding everywhere, and had his abdomen disemboweled because of Kyran's relentless vitality and willpower.

But he remained standing in the end.

Spitting blood to the side, feeling pain across his body, Dorlus snorted, "Hmph! Even with all your mutations, you wouldn't be able to survive this much damage. Knowing your limitations is a must, let this be the last lesson before your death"

Knowing how dangerous Kyran was, Dorlus wasn't going to let him survive.

It was clear to him now that Kyran was a very crucial member of the Silverstar Pack.

Leaving someone like him alive would only be asking for trouble in the future.

A frown crept to Dorlus' face as in his perspective, the fight he had with the Silverstar Pack slightly terrified him. Having the power of the Yule Moon, he expected to be able to toy with the Silverstar Pack rather easily.

After all, the Yule Moon's power is unparalleled, a counter to any Werewolves.

Just as anticipated, Adhara couldn't do anything when he unleashed the Herald Mark, using the Yule Moon's kingly energy. She tried her best, and surprisingly, managed to shock Dorlus with her strength.

But in the end, she fell and lost the battle.

However, it was starting to get out of hand when Kyran came into the picture.

Kyran held the upper hand against, him, even with the assistance of the Yule Moon, and only lost narrowly due to fatigue. Had his stamina been at its peak, there was a very high chance that he would win this intense battle.

Such a realization terrifies Dorlus, realizing the potential of the Silverstar Pack.

Now he understands that the rumors were not lying.

Dorlus even believed that the rumors were too watered down, the Silverstar Pack is scary.

It seemed the pack was not in the slightest bit, a pushover.

'Had they not offended the Lunirich Gods, they would make a mighty ally' Dorlus pondered.

Clenching his jaw, Dorlus manifested another spear using his kingly energy, intending to do what he did to Adhara. He used the spear instead of his own claws because the spear was a dense embodiment of the Yule Moon's power.

Naturally, it could suppress any Werewolf's abilities.

Had Adhara was not saved from the spear by Kyran, her body would slowly turn into ash.

Aiming at Kyran's heart, he raised the spear skywards.

With a fierce flicker in his eyes, his swung in full force but suddenly halted mid-way.

Swoosh!

Dorlus snapped his neck to the side and saw that the princess was already levitating, Flunra was nearing completion of awakening her. It was only then that Dorlus clicked his tongue, he was too busy with Kyran that he forgot about Flunra.

'If it had gone a little bit longer, then I'm going to be in trouble' Dorlus thought inwardly.

Casting one last look at Kyran, he nodded.

From the looks of it, Kyran wouldn't be able to continue fighting for quite some time.

Pulling the spear back, he changed target to Flunra.

Swoosh!

He threw the spear with all his might and shattered the sound barrier.

On the other hand, the spear was rotating mid-air, enhancing its penetration power as it flew swiftly like a blur toward Flunra. Since he couldn't move from his spot, he couldn't dodge the spear and got stabbed in the back.

"Huaakhh!"

Blood splurted out of his mouth, drenching the princess in front of him.

But the blood wasn't able to touch the princess as she was protected by a protective barrier.

Flunra was still riddled with unhealed wounds from all the torture that Dorlus did to him, even his throat was brutalized, still burning from the enchanted silver powder. He couldn't muster his voice, and all he could do was gasp for air.

He resisted surrendering to the relentless pain.

Despite his willpower is still going strong, there was a limit to how much his body can take.

Slowly, his legs gave out and he fell to his knees.

Another strike from Dorlus and he would be done, he would reach his physical limit.

Not wasting a single, more second, fearing that the princess would wake up soon, Dorlus let out a tired sigh and approached Flunra. Along the way, he coughed blood a couple of times, showing that he was not okay.

'I need to finish this quickly. Seems like I'm hurt more than I thought' Dorlus thought.

Soon enough, Dorlus ascends the staircase.

With the help of the Yule Moon Lunirich God, he beat three Silverstar Pack members.

A feat that many will consider as God-like in this new era.

Just as Flunra came to vision, writhing at his last stand, Dorlus smirked and ascended faster.

As he was about to take another step, he saw something.

"A Fire Elemental...?" He mused lightly, seeing a small fiery creature blocking his way.

In the next moment, Flamy made a leap, reaching Dorlus' head level before its body ignited into a small explosion, causing Dorlus to stagger backward. He waved his claws, clearing the smoke, only to be taken aback by the unexpected sight of a fiery tail hurtling towards him.

Bam!!

Dorlus got swatted from the staircase and rolled on the ground before stopping.

He raised his gaze before he suddenly coughed a mouthful of blood.

"Kaargghk?!"

Glancing down at his abdomen, he discovered a dark blue icicle, the size of a thigh piercing through him. With a surge of realization, he clenched his teeth and lifted his gaze, only to spot a figure standing by the staircase. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Kyran was the one standing by the staircase.

Saying that he was standing was an exaggeration as he could hardly stand.

Only with the help of an icicle behind him to lean on, and another one as a brace to his arm, he stood with a daunting expression, casting a mocking smirk at Dorlus, "Not yet... Not yet... As long as I'm breathing, you're not getting past me"