Chapter 257: Liam Vs Death Knight

The death knight lunged at Liam from its seated position.Its movement was so sudden that the entire throne of skulls cracked apart beneath its weight.

The air rippled as the monster’s enormous greatsword came down in a single, brutal swing aimed straight for Liam’s head.

Liam tilted his body to the side. The blade missed by a breath, slicing cleanly through the stone floor where he’d been standing a moment earlier. The ground exploded in a burst of shattered rock.

The dungeon trembled and dust rained down from above.

Liam landed lightly several meters away, his expression calm but his eyes sharp.

"Fast. Good. This will be fun," he muttered.

He extended his hand and Silverleaf materialized in it. The moment his fingers wrapped around the hilt, the atmosphere shifted.

The death knight’s red eyes flared brighter as if recognizing the challenge. It rose to its full height, towering over Liam, skeletal hands gripping the black greatsword with unnatural strength. The weapon was larger than a door.

Then both moved at once in a flash of silver and a streak of black.

Their blades collided with a sound that shook the chamber like thunder. The shockwave tore across the room, ripping cracks through the stone pillars and scattering debris.

Liam slid backward several meters, shoes grinding against the floor. He steadied himself instantly and vanished again, reappearing behind the death knight. Silverleaf cut in a clean arc toward its spine.

The death knight twisted with impossible speed, parrying the strike and retaliating in the same motion. The black blade carved a wide crescent of energy through the air, slicing apart the bone pillars behind Liam.

Liam ducked, the attack grazing his hair, and countered with a lightning-fast thrust aimed at the monster’s chest cavity. The blade struck true—but instead of piercing through, it met something solid and sparks burst.

"An armour or reinforced bone structure?" Liam muttered, stepping back as the death knight’s sword swung upward again.

He blocked, redirecting the force. The impact sent tremors through his arm. The ground beneath them cracked open like a spiderweb.

The death knight pressed forward, every strike heavier than the last. Its attacks were fast, deliberate, and wide enough to cut through steel walls.

But Liam was faster.

He moved with a fluid rhythm, his body bending and twisting around each strike as if he already knew where the next blow would land. Silverleaf danced in his grip, deflecting each swing with smooth, controlled precision.

Metal rang against metal again and again. And sparks filled the air like falling stars.

For every step the death knight took forward, Liam gave none back.

Their swords clashed mid-air, creating bursts of pressure that shredded the dungeon walls. Every collision sent stones flying and fissures crawling up the pillars. Blue flames from the torches bent under the force of their battle, flickering violently.

The fight was beautiful and destructive. It was like an elegant chaos shaped by speed and precision.

At one point, Liam twisted his wrist and parried a downward slash, sliding Silverleaf along the greatsword’s edge before snapping his knee up and kicking the monster square in the chest. The impact sent the death knight skidding backward, crushing a column behind it.

Bones cracked, but the creature didn’t stop.

It released a hollow, echoing roar that vibrated through the entire chamber. Its red eyes flared brighter than before as a black mist poured out from its body, coating its bones in a sinister aura.

"Enhancing yourself now? Alright," Liam smiled.

He dashed forward again, sword raised. The death knight met him halfway and the world turned into streaks of motion.

Silverleaf and the greatsword met again and again, each strike faster and harder than the last. The air around them distorted from the sheer speed. The dungeon floor couldn’t handle it, as every step they took shattered the stone beneath their feet.

They weaved through the chamber like two storms colliding, their blades tracing arcs of silver and black light.

Liam spun midair, parrying a blow before twisting and slashing at the creature’s side. The blade bit into its ribs but didn’t pierce through. The death knight retaliated instantly, swinging upward.

Liam blocked again. But this time, the impact was different.

A deep metallic crack echoed through the chamber.

Liam’s eyes flicked down. A hairline fracture spread across Silverleaf’s blade.

He frowned slightly. "You’ve got to be kidding me."

Before he could react further, the death knight pressed forward with a heavy downward slash. Liam blocked again—and the sound came louder this time, sharper.

Crack!

The silver sword snapped in half, fragments scattering through the air like shattered glass.

For the first time, Liam’s expression changed not with fear, but irritation.

He tossed aside the broken hilt, sighing quietly. "Alright. Let’s end this."

The death knight lunged immediately, sensing weakness. Its massive sword came down in a vertical swing powerful enough to split the floor.

But before it could reach him, the nanites surged from his wrists 1, flowing like liquid obsidian over his arms, shaping into smooth, armored gauntlets.

The greatsword struck—and Liam raised his right arm.

The impact echoed like thunder. Sparks burst outward, a shockwave rippling through the room. The blade stopped dead, caught between his palms.

The death knight tried to push down, but Liam didn’t move an inch.

"Nice try."

With a small twist of his wrist, he snapped the sword in half. The weapon shattered, fragments flying in every direction.

Then Liam moved.

His first punch drove straight into the monster’s chest, crushing ribs like dry twigs. The force sent the death knight flying backward, smashing it into the far wall. Stone cracked from the impact.

Before it could recover, Liam appeared beside it, slamming his fist into its jaw. The entire skull jerked sideways, half its face breaking off. He followed up with a kick that caved in its sternum and launched it into the air.

Bones scattered as it crashed into the ceiling before slamming back to the ground.

The death knight roared again, but it was weaker this time, more desperate. Black mist leaked from the cracks in its bones as it swung the remains of its blade wildly.

Liam sidestepped every strike effortlessly, weaving through them like water flowing around rocks.

"You fought well but this is over," he said quietly.

He appeared in front of it again and drove a fist into its abdomen, crushing through bone and black armor. The death knight staggered backward, bones falling apart, but Liam didn’t stop.

He grabbed the creature’s rib cage with one hand. His grip tightened and cracks spread instantly.

With a sharp jerk, he punched through the chest cavity, his gauntleted arm sinking deep inside until his fingers closed around something orb embedded near its spine.

The death knight froze.

Liam pulled his hand back and ripped it out. The orb glowed like molten blood in his hand.

The death knight’s body shuddered once. Then its bones began to collapse, each fragment falling apart into dust and ash.

A second later, it was gone.

The red core pulsed once in Liam’s hand before dimming to a faint glow. He looked at it silently for a moment, then slipped it into his pocket.

The dungeon fell quiet again.

The ghostly flames flickered weakly on the walls. The once grand chamber was now half-destroyed with pillars broken, floor cracked and the air heavy was with dust.

Liam flexed his fingers, the nanite gauntlets retracting back their wristwatch and wristband form. He exhaled softly.

"Silverleaf," he muttered, glancing at the shattered remains of his sword lying near the wall. "You served me well."

He waved a hand, collecting the fragments and storing them into the Dimensional Space. He has no idea what he would do with it but he can’t leave it here.

As he turned toward the tunnel leading out of the chamber, his mind began to calm again. The fight had lasted barely a few minutes, but it had been enough to make him from satisfaction.

"Best fight I’ve had in a long while," he murmured.

He took one last glance at the empty throne before walking toward the exit.

As he stepped out of the chamber, he could feel the walls of the dungeon trembling faintly. Without its core monster, the dungeon was beginning to collapse.

"Time to go."

He accelerated, moving through the tunnels at blinding speed. The air behind him rippled as falling debris chased his shadow.

Within seconds, he reached the entrance of the cave. The moment he stepped outside, the entire dungeon groaned and imploded, sealing itself behind him in a burst of collapsing stone and dust.

The wind outside was cold. The forest beyond the cave stretched endlessly under the setting sun, golden light spilling through the trees.

Liam stood there quietly, letting the breeze wash over him.

"Another world," he said softly and smiled to himself in satisfaction. He turned toward the horizon and began walking.