Arc of the Souls Chapter 65: Arc 2, Chapter 42 - Inferiority

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She cleared the distance quickly. She was about a 100 meters away from him. The next second, she was just 10 meters away. Hana went for a strong punch, which was met with Sachiel's arm blocking it. However, he underestimated just how strong of a punch it was, sending him back into the forest. His feet made two deep trenches in the snow as he slid backwards, finally stopping when he slammed against the trunk of a crystallized tree. Shards of ice rained down around him, tinkling like broken glass. Hana was inches away from his face, again. It was scary to see just how quick she was. Sachiel ducked under her kick, grabbing it and smashing her to the ground. She regained her balance quickly, grabbing his head with her legs and throwing him hard, deeper in the forest. Sachiel crashed into dozens of trees. Hana watched him disappear in the fog, cracking her knuckles. "..." Sachiel was silent as he got up, shaking the snow from his clothes. He brushed a hand over his forehead. He wasn't bleeding, but it was enough to have him wince in pain. Someone with no perceivable Soul-Energy cannot possibly be that strong. No, they shouldn't even exist. This is a prophecy foretold by so many people that those without Soul-Energy roam the world like ghouls. But this girl wasn't a ghoul, it was a living Testharian, much like him. .:. ... It cannot be possible. This girl... possesses no Soul-Energy yet moves in such elegancy. It's like fighting a ghost. .:. He was confused. He looked to the side and saw the two squadrons walking back to the ship. .:. I've led them right into a trap. .:. But before he could utter a word, he blocked Hana's kick, tensing it more to battle the force. Sachiel dodged a kick, responding in the same elegancy. Utilizing Raum Kunst to it's maximum, he backflipped around Hana, backheel kicking her. With Raum Kunst, punches and kicks move in just 1-2 inches yet equate to a force just as strong as a sledgehammer. This is due to moving in such fast speeds, that the force is distributed among smaller spaces and times, making them more potent. Raum Kunst allowed Sachiel to fight at a speed that no one could match. It was something that only he and Asheera knew. But Hana didn't. This was exactly why Kaioshun couldn't defeat Sachiel in a fist fight. Hana felt disoriented, taking that kick to the back of her head. She sled into the snow, jumping up and moving in such a speed that it looked like she vanish-stepped. .:. She's quick. .:. Sachiel had to essentially predict where she would attack. He sensed it would hit his leg so he kicked her in the leg that she would use to kick him. Hana was at a disadvantage. Raum Kunst was a fighting style that no other fighting style can beat. It was the pinnacle of fighting, and with Sachiel's knowledge and skill, he was the best at it. This was her disadvantage. But she had one more thing to use. She threw a punch that he saw. With a simple counter, he would have knocked her out for a bit. But that wasn't the case. She stopped her punch mid-swing, uppercutting him under his own swing and then kicking his chest 10 times before spinning him around in the forest, his head crushing through several trees. She was too fast, too unpredictable. Sachiel was fighting a ghost. He slammed onto the ground, snow puffing around him. He spat out a bit of blood, staining the white canvas. The iron taste in his mouth was a reminder that this person is out of this world. He didn't fight someone this strong in a while. It almost felt like her punches were stronger than Kaioshun's Soul-Techniques. Hana appeared from the sky, trying to bury him into the ground with a strong, powerful kick. Sachiel had to think fast or die. .:. ... I shall resort to this for now. .:. "Soul-Technique: Enthalesum." Hana was suspended in the air, unable to move. She kick that she wanted to perform to bury him deep underground, only shot her back up again. What was that? .:. Enthalesum. It eliminates any force inflicted on me, returning it