Chapter 99: You’ll really kill your father?[FIXED]
The single, raspy command carried an unmistakable authority that caused Yeon’s boots to skid heavily against the floor.
Yeon stopped dead in his tracks at his words, the hundreds of dark blades hovering unnaturally in mid-air around his head and shoulders.
He stared at his father’s broken state, his jaw trembling as he muttered with teary eyes, "F-father..."
Tears of pure frustration and helplessness welled up in his eyes as he watched the great leader of the guild kneeling pathetically in the dust before their enemy.
Teon didn’t turn his head, keeping his exhausted gaze fixed on Leon as he spoke to his eldest son with quiet pride.
He coughed up a small speck of blood, saying in a firm tone, "This is my fight... you should know as a man... not to interfere."
Yeon gnashed his teeth together until his jaw throbbed with intense pain, his chest heaving as he forced his floating Void blades to dissipate into thin air.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails dug deep into his bare palms, staring daggers at Leon’s back.
The sheer hatred radiating from his trembling form was suffocating, burning with an intense, vengeful fury that filled the entire room.
If looks could kill, Leon would have died a thousand times over right where he stood under the weight of his brother’s deadly glare.
Leon didn’t even glance at him, keeping his back turned toward the frantic young man while completely ignoring the hovering threat.
His total indifference and disregard made Yeon all the more angry, making his blood boil.
To Leon, the frantic brother standing behind him wasn’t even worth a single backward glance at this point in the battle.
For Yeon, everything he had just seen over the past few minutes felt like a nightmare that he couldn’t wake up from.
He had genuinely expected Teon to turn the entire situation around the moment he summoned the demonic Asura.
He had firmly believed that the gigantic demon would crush their common enemy into fine paste in seconds.
However, just like the last time they fought, Leon easily dominated the entire fight again from start to finish without losing control.
He had dismantled the giant monster with nothing but heavy punches, sharp instincts, and a green shield.
Even though Yeon had been recklessly attacking moments ago with his dark blades, he knew deep down in his heart that there was truly nothing he could do against Leon.
The sheer gap in their power, battle sense, and combat ability was simply too wide for him to ever bridge.
Teon chuckled softly from his knees, his broken body trembling slightly as he broke the heavy silence hanging between them.
He wiped a small streak of dark blood from his mouth, saying in a low voice, "Fine, I admit... you’re strong, far stronger than me... but you’re not invincible."
He looked up into Leon’s cold face, trying to find a single crack in the young man’s unyielding composure.
Leon scoffed at the old man’s words, his eyes narrowing in irritation as he looked down at him with clear disdain.
He crossed his arms, saying in a sharp and dismissive tone, "What does that have to do with anything?"
He didn’t care about philosophical statements or useless evaluations of his power level right now.
Teon coughed lightly, his raspy voice carrying a desperate, persuasive edge as he continued to speak to his son.
He said in a quiet tone, "I can see... that you’re also running low on mana... why don’t we end this here?"
He paused to catch his breath, extending his hand slightly in a gesture of fake peace and truce.
He continued quickly, "Go back to how we were before, we don’t have to fight anymore... you won already."
He tried to paint a picture of a peaceful resolution, offering an exit strategy that would leave both of them alive and breathing in the end.
He wanted to appeal to Leon’s sense of fatigue, hoping the boy’s drained reserves would force him to accept a compromise.
He paused for a long second, staring directly into Leon’s golden eyes as he leaned forward slightly on his bruised knees.
He muttered in a low, heavy voice that carried a strange weight, "Or are you going to kill your own father...?"
Leon froze completely in his tracks, those specific, heavy words echoing loudly in his mind over and over again.
The sudden emotional weight of the question hit him with surprising force, locking his limbs in place as the dust settled around them.
He thought back to everything he had been through in the past one year, remembering every single hardship, struggle, and betrayal he had endured.
He remembered the endless nights of suffering, the constant life-or-death battles, the brutal pain, and the overwhelming isolation he had faced every single day.
He remembered the constant pursuit, the fear of death, and the desperate struggle to grow stronger just to survive in a hostile world.
And the man who had caused absolutely everything, the architect of his suffering and pain, was now kneeling pathetically at his mercy.
The very person responsible for ruining his life was now sitting right in front of him, utterly helpless, waiting for his final judgment.
His lips curled into a cold, ruthless smirk as he looked down at the kneeling man.
"Of course, all I’ve ever wanted, is to tear down the guild you hold dear, and make you pay for throwing me out like a dog." he said.
Every single word carried the heavy weight of a year’s worth of resentment, pain, and bitter isolation.
He had barely survived through the last one year, getting left almost dead in dungeons and toyed with by everyone around him.
Teon felt an icy chill run straight down his spine as he stared into his son’s completely devoid, unforgiving eyes.
The cold truth of the situation hit him like a physical blow, shattering his naive hopes of a peaceful resolution.
He gnashed his teeth together in deep frustration and rising panic, his chest heaving as he stared up at the relentless young hunter.
He muttered in a shaky, disbelieving raspy voice, "So... you’re really going to kill me...? Your own father?"
He couldn’t accept that the blood tie between them meant nothing to the boy standing victorious above him.
Leon chuckled softly, the sound dry, dark, and devoid of any warmth or mercy.
He looked down at the pale, trembling man without a single shred of hesitation or second thoughts remaining in his heart.
He tilted his head slightly, saying with absolute certainty, "Of course."
Yeon couldn’t hold back his explosive rage anymore as he listened to Leon casually declare his intention to murder their father.
The sheer disrespect and cold bloodedness pushed him completely over the edge of sanity and self-control.
He screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing frantically across the ruined, dust-filled room, "Don’t you dare bastard!"
He poured every remaining drop of attack, forcing the hundreds of hovering Void blades around him to react.
The sharp, dark energy blades swirled together in a violent vortex, rapidly merging into a single, massive black scythe.
The large weapon hummed with power as Yeon swung his arms forward with everything he had left.
The giant scythe sliced through the air, moving directly towards Leon at rapid speed to tear him apart from behind.
Leon still didn’t pay them any attention whatsoever, treating the high-speed lethal attack behind his back like absolute air.
He kept his complete focus locked strictly on Teon, not even bothering to turn his head or shift his defensive stance.
Yeon felt an intense, burning humiliation surge through his chest as he realized he was being utterly ignored and looked down on.
The feeling of complete insignificance fueled his manic, vengeful smile as the dark weapon closed the distance.
He thought to himself with teeth-grinding intensity, Keep looking down on me... you won’t see this coming!
The black scythe suddenly vanished into thin air a moment before hitting the transparent dome covering Leon.
Seeing his weapon slip into the void right in front of the barrier, Yeon’s eyes brightened in joy.
He truly believed his attack had successfully bypassed the impenetrable shield and was about to decapitate his brother.
However, the giant Void scythe immediately reappeared in the physical realm right in front of the green dome’s surface.
The massive black scythe was flung backward, bouncing back at Yeon at an even faster, blinding speed than before.
Yeon’s brightened eyes widened in shock and paralyzing terror as his own ultimate weapon zoomed straight back toward his body.
He didn’t even have the reaction time or stamina left to raise a hands or deploy a defensive barrier to protect himself.
Before he knew what was happening, the giant black scythe cut deep into his abdomen with terrifying force.
The reflected blow tore through his flesh and bone with brutal precision, nearly slicing his entire body cleanly into two.