Talent System: I Instantly Master My Opponents Skills
Chapter 91: Sixth Sense: Fear (2)

Chapter 91: Sixth Sense: Fear (2)

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Kairo’s heart raced as those words left her mouth, his will to fight had diminished significantly after seeing his flames having no effect on his opponent.

Morrigan’s finger emanated a dark fiery aura a moment after she had uttered those words.

"No." Kairo murmured to himself, he was feeling something new arising in him, a will to fight.

But it was broken easily, a chilling feeling creeping into his heart. The boy’s vision distorted, it swirled around like a dungeon portal.

His eyesight returned shortly, but his view had morphed.

Now he was standing but his legs were weak, in the distance was Morrigan. They were no longer in the hall where the elders watched their fight, they were in a cavern now.

"What is this?" Kairo questioned himself, but he could find no answers.

Morrigan stood in the distance, a haunting dark look on her face. She taunted him with gestures, no words coming out of her mouth.

Suddenly, Kairo felt something; the chill in him receding and an undeniable urge to defeat Morrigan replacing it.

A spark ignited in him, his fighting spirit growing bigger.

He used his magic and almost instantly, a blade of fire materialized in his hands. But this one was special in its own rights, the flames which entirely composed the weapon were blue.

"I will win!" He declared to her.

But the expression on her face didn’t change, she taunted him again.

Kairo darted forward, his eyes glued to his opponent.

Morrigan didn’t move, instead her shadow grew bigger covering the distance between the two of them, and Kairo’s shadow disappeared.

In that moment, Kairo felt an indescribable fear for Morrigan.

His sword of blue flames gave out, the fire ending like a dying ember, leaving Kairo standing there.

The flaming blue sword was the manifestation of his fighting spirit, and it had been snuffed out easily.

He fell down to his knees, his breathing irregular as the shadow on the ground of the cavern enveloped him.

An overwhelming presence washed over him, making it hard for him to breathe, making his heart scared of breathing in front of it.

The presence paralyzed him, suffocating and cold like the grip of death on a soul. Sweat beaded on his forehead, he felt as if an immense weight was pressed down his shoulders.

He stared into the distance for what felt like hours.

Then, his vision changed, swirling like the dungeon portals.

Kairo found himself in a mountain structure, it was a small space where one could fall if they walked more than fifteen steps in a specific direction.

In the distance was Morrigan, this time with her normal cold expression.

The pressure he had been feeling before had vanished.

Once again, a spark ignited in him, forming a fire, his fighting spirit burned with his determination, the flames growing bigger by each passing second.

The urge to lunge at her came, but Kairo held himself back because it was accompanied by something; fear.

"Morrigan Aides..." Kairo whispered, his voice trembling.

She looked at him, her expression unreadable.

His pulse thundered in his ears as flames around him blazed, the fire in his chest growing into a roaring furnace. The fear that had gripped him receded.

The fear had been immobilized by an unbreakable fighting spirit!

Kairo’s feet shifted, planting themselves on the cold stone beneath him. His hand tightened around the hilt of a sword, this one now burning from a fierce, blue fire.

His heart pulsed in rhythm with the blaze, as he stared at Morrigan, something deep surged within him.

The boy exploded forward in a sudden burst of speed, the flames at his side leaving a trail of smoke. His target: Morrigan.

He charged at her with focus, but as he was about to swing a slight hesitation hung in his chest, the fear was still there.

He swung his blade, the blue fire carving through the air in a brilliant arc. His strike was filled with everything he had—his frustration, his anger, his resolve.

Her head flew into the air, eventually rolling and landing on the ground. As he landed, scarlet red liquid shot out from where her neck used to be.

It landed on him, staining his clothes with her blood, but he paid no heed to it.

"That was..." Kairo heard a voice from behind him, he had heard that voice before. "...Good?"

He turned around, seeing the very same person he had killed still alive, the head that he had heard rolling on the ground on the body.

Kairo’s face paled.

’You’re falling." Morrigan informed him, her face showing a hint of amusement.

The blood that had stuck to him when the liquid had splashed on him, it bit into his skin.

Like before, the sword of flames died easily.

The blood bit into his skin, drawing his own blood to increase its amount and spreading in his own body.

The ground on which he stood on cracked, in the next second, he was falling from above.

Kairo descended for what seemed like hours, his figure not far off from a skeleton as all the blood in his body was sucked away, his body was engulfed in crimson liquid.

Miraculously, he was still alive.

He felt dead.

But he was still alive.

His vision was disrupted, the scene around him swirling.

Now, Kairo found himself in somewhere. He had never seen a scene like this throughout his whole life.

He tried moving his body, feeling more alive than he was a moment ago, but surprisingly his body was restrained. He was held by steel chains that bound his arms and legs to a cross.

Morrigan appeared again, but this time she was accompanied by someone in a thick long robe that masked themselves entirely.

As he saw her, he felt something arise in him.

A will to fight and a desire to defeat her.

His blood pumped, the fire in his chest grew and raged.

’No.’ He didn’t look like himself, in fact his eyes displayed fear.

’No!’

The fear in him grew, far surpassing the fire that raged on in him and asked him to fight. The fear didn’t dwindle in front of his ever-growing fear, it began consuming his determination to best her.

Morrigan brandished a katana, the weapon forming from the dark mana that she radiated.

The fear in Kairo intensified, eating up its opposition quicker than it could grow.

Morrigan took a step forward, the figure behind her following.

Two figures latched onto Kairo from nowhere, their bodies unnaturally hard and full of large gaps.

Kairo turned towards them, the figures were skeletons.

"Don’t give up!" One of them cried. "If you do, she will eat your soul, don’t end up like me!"

"Yes, never give up!" The other one asserted.

A memory replayed in Kairo’s mind; from the moment where Morrigan’s finger had touched him, when he felt her killing intent, when her blood sucked his and he fell from a mountain that stretched forever, to here.

The fire in him raged, burning in a brilliant blue light.

*Sphhhlt

Morrigan’s katana went through Kairo’s guts, the weapon meeting little resistance before settling at the deepest sections of his body.

But Kairo didn’t make any sound.

His fighting spirit crumbled like a brick wall, and the fear consumed it entirely.

He trembled, even though he was bound in chains, he felt fear.

Fear towards Morrigan Aides of the Hades clan.

Morrigan seeing this grinned.

Kairo felt the world around him shift.

His eyes opened.

He found himself back in the hall where he and Morrigan had fought. He saw his opponent watching him with an amused expression.

Kairo felt something streaming down his face, he instinctively wiped it thinking it was blood. But it wasn’t.

It was his tears.

He shuddered in front of Morrigan, feeling something in him that told him she was not to be messed with

"Morrigan Aides wins!"

Kairo could hardly believe what had happened, he was unsure if the lines between dreams and reality were as thick as he thought. He had just endured pain, and had his will to fight against her broken.

What he felt now was an unparalleled fear towards this person.

Her amusement sent a wave of dread coursing through him, he didn’t know why but he couldn’t stop trembling in her presence.

...

Jason had been watching their fight.

’So she used Sixth Sense: Fear.’ Jason thought. ’But as soon as she said that, Kairo started crying.’

He watched Kairo tremble.

’Did she input fear into him?’ Jason questioned, finding what had happened too absurd. ’Fear isn’t something you can grasp so I doubt that.’

’But the way he looks, he seems like he has seen a glimpse of hell.’ Jason mused.

’The Hades clan are truly a mystery, I would like to learn about this technique...’

Morrigan finally left, though she looked to have taken an interest in Kairo. After Morrigan left, Kairo eventually left as well, heading in the opposite direction, farthest away from.

’...And copy it for myself.’