Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise! - Chapter 308

She smirked, her hands moving in a blur as she caught one of his swords mid-flight. In an instant, she spun it back toward him, her movements fluid and precise. Pyris deflected the blade with a hastily conjured shield, but the force drove him back again.

Before he could recover, she was on him, her speed almost imperceptible. A smaller blade appeared in her hand, and she slashed it toward his side. Pyris barely dodged, the edge grazing his armor and sending sparks flying.

“You’re holding back,” she said, her voice low but cutting. “You think you’re ready to forge with the me? Prove it.”

Pyris responded by summoning a massive scythe, its blade curved like the crescent moon. He swung it with all his strength, the weapon slicing through the air with a deafening hum.

She didn’t flinch. Her own weapon—a staff forged from obsidian and crackling with purple energy—materialized in her hand. She parried his scythe with a single, fluid motion, the impact of their weapons splitting the air with a thunderous crack.

The force of it sent both of them sliding backward, the tiles beneath their feet shattering from the strain.

But she wasn’t done. With a flick of her wrist, the shattered pieces of the rooftop rose into the air, forming a makeshift weapon in her hands—a jagged spear of broken tiles and raw energy.

She hurled it at him with incredible speed, and Pyris barely had time to deflect it. The improvised weapon exploded on impact, sending shards flying in every direction.

Before he could recover, her gauntlet reappeared, slamming into his chest once more. Pyris flew back again, his body smashing into one of the glass panels at the edge of the rooftop.

He coughed, struggling to his feet. His golden eyes burned with determination as he summoned another weapon—a pair of twin blades glowing with new runes, the product of his recently acquired knowledge.

“Not bad, teacher,” he said, his voice steady despite the blood on his lip. “But I’m just getting started.”

The rooftop trembled under the weight of their clash, cracks webbing across its surface as the skies above churned like an angry sea. With every move, the air around them roared, charged with energy so potent it distorted the very fabric of space.

Pyris’s breathing was steady but strained as he stood facing his teacher. Around them, weapons appeared as if summoned from nothingness—blades, hammers, maces, and spears forming not from raw energy but from something far deeper. These weren’t ordinary conjured weapons. These were forged realities, pulled from their understanding of the craft itself.

With their sufficient forging skills and technique, conjuring weapons was as natural as breathing. These weren’t simple energy constructs—no, these were real weapons, brought into existence through their profound understanding and mastery of forging. Each blade, hammer, and spear was forged from the very essence of their craft, imbued with their intent and the raw principles of creation itself.

This level of mastery was only achievable by those who had ascended to the realm of immortal-level forging, or those who wielded a godly rank technique. Pyris now stood among them, his newly acquired knowledge flowing through him like a raging current.

For the first time, he felt truly connected to the essence of forging—not just as a craft, but as a fundamental truth of existence. The weapons he conjured weren’t just tools—they were extensions of his will, manifestations of his newfound understanding. It was as if the very cosmos responded to his command, bending to his will with each weapon he forged.

And she wasn’t holding back.

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The skies cracked like glass with each swing of her gauntlet, the massive weapon seemingly alive with her will. Pyris barely managed to duck as it smashed into the tiles, sending shards flying like shrapnel.

She didn’t pause. Another weapon appeared in her free hand—a jagged, double-edged axe etched with golden runes that shimmered like fire. She hurled it at him with terrifying precision. Pyris spun out of the way, the axe slicing through the air and embedding itself into the rooftop behind him.

The impact shattered the rooftop, chunks of stone rising into the air from the sheer force. Pyris used the momentum, conjuring twin blades mid-spin and slashing toward her with lethal intent.

His teacher smirked, summoning a circular shield that appeared in an instant, blocking his strike with a deafening clang. The force of the blow sent a ripple through the rooftop, cracking it further.

“You’ve learned a few tricks,” she said, her voice sharp, but there was an edge of curiosity now.

Pyris didn’t reply. Instead, he conjured a halberd, its shaft glowing faintly with a dark blue aura, and swung it with all his might. The weapon roared as it tore through the air, and this time, she was forced to step back, the edge grazing her gauntlet and sending sparks flying.

Her expression shifted slightly, the first hint of genuine surprise flickering in her eyes. Even without magic, Pyris was able to do that?

Pyris pressed the advantage, hurling the halberd forward before summoning a chain with barbed ends. The chain coiled around her shield, yanking it free, and Pyris lunged, slamming his shoulder into her with enough force to send her sliding backward.

“Impressive,” she muttered, her voice almost too quiet to hear.

But then her expression hardened.

With a single motion, she slammed her foot into the ground, and the shattered tiles around her responded, rising into the air and forming jagged forged spears. She launched them at Pyris in a deadly barrage.

Pyris moved, his new technique flowing through him like second nature. A shimmering dome of translucent energy formed around him, deflecting the first wave of spears, but his teacher was relentless. She appeared in front of him mid-attack, her gauntlet glowing with a blinding light, and drove her fist into his stomach.

The impact was catastrophic. Pyris was launched backward, smashing into the reinforced glass barrier at the rooftop’s edge. The barrier shattered, shards slicing through the air like deadly rain.

He coughed, blood spattering onto the tiles as he struggled to stand. His teacher didn’t give him time to recover. She appeared above him, wielding a massive hammer wreathed in crimson flames.

Pyris rolled to the side just as the hammer came crashing down, splitting the rooftop in two and sending chunks of stone plummeting into the city below. The shockwave rippled outward, shaking nearby buildings as the air filled with the sound of crumbling debris.

“Keep up, boy!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos.

Pyris’s golden eyes burned with defiance. He gritted his teeth and summoned a spear, its tip glowing with an intricate weave of runes. He hurled it with all his strength, the weapon tearing through the air like a meteor.

She dodged, but not entirely—the spear grazed her shoulder, slicing through her armor and drawing blood. Her eyes widened, not in pain but in recognition.

“You’ve changed,” she said, her tone quieter now. There was no mockery, only intrigue.

Pyris didn’t let her distraction slow him down. He conjured another weapon—a massive glaive with serrated edges—and charged. Their weapons collided again and again, the force of their strikes sending shockwaves through the air.

The rooftop was a battlefield of chaos, weapons appearing and vanishing in a constant storm of steel and power. The skies above cracked with lightning, the ground beneath them groaned with each collision, and the air itself felt heavy with the weight of their clash.

But Pyris was faltering. Just relying on Eternal Forge with magic whatsoever, was taking on him.

His teacher was faster, her movements sharper and more precise. She pushed him relentlessly, her blows growing heavier and her attacks more creative. She used the terrain against him, driving him to the edge of the shattered rooftop again and again.

At one point, she materialized a greatsword beneath his feet, forcing him to leap back. He barely landed a kick to her chin, skidding on the blade’s flat side before summoning a shield to block her follow-up strike.

But her counter was immediate. She slammed a glowing staff into the ground, and chains erupted from the broken tiles, wrapping around Pyris and holding him in place.

“You’ve improved,” she said, stepping closer as a new weapon—a spear tipped with glowing obsidian—appeared in her hand. “But you still don’t understand what it means to truly forge with the cosmos.”

Pyris struggled, his mind racing as the chains tightened around him. He wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. But as the fight dragged on, it became clear—this wasn’t just a test. It was hell.