Nobilis of War

Chapter 1380 Self-mutilation

"Fine, I'll go all out!"

Darren had no choice but to fight Sewell head-on because the latter had already blocked all possible

escape routes.

As Sewell unleashed his attack, Darren clearly felt the devastating aura coming from it.

Thus, he also released all his god's power in his body.

He knew that it would not be enough, so he also put on the Red-chained Armor he had obtained at the

hunting ground.

Boom!

Both their god's power collided and created a massive impact.

However, Sewell's level of god's power was obviously much higher than Darren's. Thus, Darren felt the

tremendous effect of the blood wave.

Crash!

Soon enough, the Red-chained Armor collapsed. With his last line of defense shattered, Darren felt that

the force of the blood wave was crushing his internal organs.

He felt a sharp pain all over his body. Fortunately, at the last moment, the Red-chained Armor

automatically released a strange force, resisting the remaining impact of Sewell's attack. Otherwise,

Darren might have died for real.

Seeing Darren's condition, Sewell couldn't help but grin wickedly. In his mind, Darren was already This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

finished.

He had already let his guard down, thinking that even if Darren didn't die right away, he should have

acquired serious injuries, making him unable to fight anymore.

Sewell quickly approached Darren. He wanted to torture him some more before finally taking his life.

Swoosh!

But out of nowhere, a sharp sound of air breaking echoed. A small sword was suddenly shot towards

Sewell's head at an astonishing speed.

Since the distance was just so close, and he was kind of caught off guard, the little sword almost easily

scratched Sewell's forehead.

Seeing this, he was utterly shocked.

However, with his quick reflexes, he was able to lean his head back. At the same time, he also

unleashed a small stream of god's power to deflect the sword's trajectory. In the end, the small sword

had only cut a portion of Sewell's hair.

Darren's ambush using the first small sword failed.

But there was no hint of disappointment in his face. His eyes were still focused as if it was all a part of

his elaborate plan.

Indeed, he wasn't planning to stab Sewell with the first Spiritual Flying Sword. It was just actually a

decoy to distract him. The main act was to be carried by the second small sword.

When the first small sword was shot out, Darren also released the second one right after, aiming at

Sewell's arm.

Darren didn't need to aim for Sewell's vital parts.

After all, he knew that all highly-skilled warriors would instinctively protect their vital parts. If Darren

aimed for them, he might even have a higher rate of failure.

However, stabbing the arm would give a different impression to the target. Because it was a non-fatal

body part, his sense of protecting it would not be as strong.

Therefore, Darren knew that it was his best choice to stab his opponent's arm. After all, all he needed

was to inflict a wound anywhere on his target's body.

Swoosh!

At that moment, Sewell sensed another hidden weapon coming straight at him from another direction.

However, he perceived that the sword was going to land at his arm. Sensing this, he didn't panic too

much. After all, even if he didn't dodge, the damage that he would acquire wouldn't be life-threatening.

But Sewell was not someone careless. Even if he knew that the damage would not be severe, he still

tried his best to avoid the approaching sword.

He contorted his body, but the small sword was fast enough to inflict a small laceration to his arm. But

in the end, this minor injury was just nothing. Even an ordinary person could endure it, not to mention a

cultivator like him who was at the Celestial God Realm.

"Brat, stop struggling already. You're done. Give up and just accept your death."

Sewell walked steadily towards Darren and stopped in front of him.

At this moment, it was very obvious that Darren was seriously injured. He couldn't even stand straight.

At this rate, it would be impossible for him to escape.

"Ha-ha! You're so confident, aren't you? Don't you feel anything? Perhaps a little itchy?" Darren asked

with a smirk on his face.

"What?" Sewell's brows furrowed. 'What is this guy saying? Has he gone crazy?' he thought to himself.

'What nonsense is he talking about?

Did he just say itchy?' Sewell was kind of confused at what Darren was trying to say. After all, he had

almost forgotten that sensation because he hadn't experienced it for thousands of years.

But then after a while, he suddenly felt that there was something wrong in his arm. He started to feel

extremely itchy.

He immediately raised his hand and scratched his injured arm like crazy.

His face twisted as his arm bled profusely from all the scratches.

'This is not good. If he completely tore the flesh infected with the poison, it would come out of his body,

' Darren thought to himself.

The poison wasn't able to penetrate deep enough into Sewell's bone marrow but only struck his arm

muscles. Thus, there was still a chance to recover from it.

"Poison! You stupid bastard! How dare you use your petty tricks on me!" Sewell didn't waste any time

and took out a blade in order for him to cut his arm.

"Crap!"

Darren was a little surprised by Sewell's quick-wittedness. He was indeed a formidable opponent.

Whoosh!

Regardless of the overbearing pain, Darren forcibly released his god's power to attack Sewell. He

needed to make a distraction to create another opportunity to attack Sewell.

However, his attack was easily countered by the god's power Sewell gathered in his palm.

Swoosh!

Taking the risk, Darren released his two Spiritual Flying Swords and sneakily threw them at Sewell

again. However, forcefully mobilizing his Spiritual Flying Swords in his condition almost exhausted his

soul. He felt a sharp pain that almost suffocated him.

This time, since Sewell knew that the flying swords were poisonous, he was more careful and wouldn't

let them stab him again.

Clang! Clang!

Sewell blocked the flying swords with his blade.

The two flying swords shattered Sewell's saber, but in the end, they were unable to hurt his body.

"Argh!"

Sewell suddenly shouted in pain. His face was distorted as if the pain was indescribable. He couldn't

believe that his private part just got stabbed.

"Fortunately, I have a third Spiritual Flying Sword." There was an impious grin on Darren's face after

making sure that his plan prevailed.

Apparently, the two flying swords that he released were just to distract Sewell. This time, the third

sword was the one actually aimed at him. On the other hand, Sewell didn't expect that there was still a

third flying sword.

The third flying sword was created while Darren was comprehending the third move of the supreme

sword skill. Due to his lack of proficiency, the third flying sword was not as powerful as the first two, but

still, its unexpected effect was quite amazing.

At this moment, blood continuously gushed out from Sewell's crotch. The third flying sword made a

slash from his private part straight to his abdomen.

The searing pain made his entire body twitch and unable to move.

"Son of a bitch! I will tear you to pieces when I catch you!"

Due to his serious injuries, Darren couldn't fly that fast. As he flew away, he could clearly hear Sewell's

resentful voice behind him.

A moment later, Darren's figure finally disappeared from Sewell's sight.

Sewell was still unable to move because all he could feel was the unbearable itch and pain coming

from his crotch and abdomen.

It was so agonizing that he already wanted to die. After all, what he was feeling was much worse than

soul torture.

At this time, he was thinking if he should scratch it or not.

If he scratched it, he might feel better because he might remove the flesh that was infected by the

poison. However, he was afraid that doing so would also mean that his private part would be destroyed.

He knew that he needed to cut it off to remove the poison.

Moreover, his abdomen was also affected. In order to remove the poison in this part, he would need to

pull out a part of his intestines.

As his body still twitched, tears silently fell from his eyes.

'Cut off my own private part? Pull out my intestines? Is there no other choice? For fuck's sake!'

As Darren kept flying away, the pain in his body became more and more intense. The excessive

consumption of his god's power from the earlier battle made him extremely weak.

Fortunately, he could finally see the base camp of the straw men.

Several kilometers away, Darren could see the dark sky above the camp. At the same time, the earth

was being torn apart by the strong winds. Even when using his god's sense, he couldn't clearly

perceive what was going on in there.

He concluded that the battle between the straw man, who was following him before, and the little straw

girl was still going on.

After some time, Darren landed on a patch of low-lying grassland. He then quickly took out some

Divine Essence Stones from his Space Ring and hurriedly assimilated the energy in the stones.

If he could take a break for at least four hours, he would be able to heal his wounds and also recover to

his peak state.

After about an hour, Darren could feel that his god's power was already replenished. However, his

injuries inside his body had yet to recover.

"Darren! I'll crush you and tear your soul into pieces!"

Out of the blue, in the sky about a few kilometers away, Darren heard the furious roar of Sewell. It was

so loud that it almost made him dizzy.

"Come on! This guy is so persistent!"

Darren was actually impressed by his tenacity. 'He mutilated his own private part and intestines just so

he could chase me?'

With this, Darren had no other choice but to get up and continue fleeing.

Boom!

Sewell had already targeted Darren, and the blood waves were on the way.