My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 765 Golden Breath

With a raise of one hand from Torace, a see-through golden shield expanded outwards like layered wings, isolating the combat area from the surrounding hall. Noises faded at once, as though the outside world had been shifted even further distant.

The youthful Griffin shrugged his shoulders briefly and released a breath. His limbs contorted, bones cracking clearly while his digits stretched into hooked talons. Plumes burst along his arms, building up in heavy, compact layers, every feather bordered by a soft golden hue. His wings extended halfway, not completely spread, yet broad enough to manage stability and velocity.

Steve held his blade casually in a single grip, sparks of electricity dancing lazily along its edge in slender strands. Shades gathered at his footwear and gathered below, extending and pulling back in rhythm with his breaths.

Each faced the other.

Suddenly, the Griffin surged forward.

He covered the gap in a flash, talons slashing toward Steve's neck. Steve held back from responding right away. He tilted backward barely enough for the attack to pass by mere inches. The Griffin continued with a whirling reverse strike, claws screeching against Steve's weapon as steel clashed with hardened feathers. Bursts of sparks and bolts exploded out, absorbed right away by the golden shield.

The Griffin pushed relentlessly, unleashing rapid barrages designed to overpower. Talons slashed upward, then downward. A wing thrust ahead like a barrier, plumes clanging as Steve's edge glided over them without penetrating. The Griffin's knee drove up fiercely, striking Steve in the side and forcing him to slide back a pace.

A wave of admiration swept among the observing Ferans.

Steve grinned, then disappeared.

A bolt of electricity streaked over the surface, and Steve materialized at the Griffin's side, blade slicing low toward the limb. The Griffin pivoted in the midst of his action, plumes turning aside the blade, but Steve's subsequent boot connected solidly with his knee in a heavy, muffled thud. The joint gave way momentarily before the Griffin locked it again, growling fiercely.

Shadows erupted.

Steve's shade broke free, rising tall and assaulting from the rear, compelling the Griffin to whirl around in defense. That brief pause proved sufficient. Steve closed in tight, leading with the hilt, smashing the pommel into the Griffin's torso. Breath exploded from him as he staggered away, wings snapping out fully to regain footing.

The Griffin bellowed and soared upward, talons sweeping down in a broad sweep intended to finish the fight. Steve lifted his sword. Bolts enveloped the edge, deflecting the assault just off course enough for Steve to dart within the Griffin's defenses.

Metal gleamed.

A streak of crimson emerged across the Griffin's wing, plumes shearing off as the skin ripped. He grunted, his drive weakening as he plummeted back to the floor with force enough to fracture the rock underfoot.

Steve offered no respite.

He descended upon him without delay. A knee into the abdomen. A shadow-wreathed elbow crashed against the Griffin's chin, jerking his head aside. Steve's blade lashed out once more, not penetrating deeply but accurately, carving another gash at the wing's base, this slash infused with electricity that raced through sinew and sinew.

The Griffin struck back in frenzy, talons ripping at nothing as Steve evaded below and rammed a shoulder into his spine. They tumbled as one, Steve's mass shoving the Griffin down onto a single knee.

Plumes scattered over the ground.

The Griffin attempted to stand.

Steve struck the wounded leg once more, with greater force this time. The knee caved entirely, the noise piercing enough to elicit gasps from the onlookers. The Griffin toppled ahead, one wing trailing limp behind, crimson staining the light stone below.

Yet, he lashed out still.

A talon snagged Steve's shoulder, shredding cloth and flesh. Steve showed little response. Shades flowed over the injury, mending it while bolts blazed more intensely, more fiercely now.

Steve advanced near, then delivered a fist.

The punch plunged right into the Griffin's torso, hoisting him airborne and hurling him rearward against the golden shield. The barrier wavered yet endured. The Griffin slid along it gradually, talons scraping pointlessly as he crumpled into a pile.

Steve positioned the sword's point mere inches from the Griffin's neck.

Quiet fell.

The Griffin struggled to stir. His wings quivered faintly. One talon rose, shook, then fell back down. His torso rose and fell as he pulled air into scorched lungs, gaze blurred and stunned.

For an instant, the bout seemed over.

Then golden radiance filled the area.

A soothing, brilliant light enveloped the Griffin's damaged form, plumes rising as though swept by an invisible breeze. Ripped wings mended. Gaping wounds closed. Crimson dissolved into glow. In scarcely a moment, the wounds Steve had inflicted faded away as if they had never been.

Before reactions could form, the Griffin vanished.

A sudden disturbance echoed above.

He rematerialized high in the air over the arena, wings stretched wide now, spanning broad and perfect, golden lines throbbing in every plume. His gaze blazed fiercer than earlier as he aimed a taloned hand below.

"Golden Breath," he whispered.

Brilliance ripped loose.

A focused ray of gold tore through the sky, warping the air as it hurtled directly at Steve.

Steve shifted.

Bolts exploded under his soles as he darted into the ray's trajectory, hoisting his sword with steady poise and merely stabbing forward.

The edge cut the atmosphere.

A slender streak of azure light burst from the sword's point, keen and unyielding. It collided with the golden ray directly and divided it neatly in half, the split beams veering apart like shredded cloth.

The azure streak pressed on.

In that very moment, it bored through the Griffin's torso.

An azure burst and Steve faded away.

He reemerged over the Griffin, twisting midair, electricity winding about his leg as he finished the turn. His heel hammered the Griffin's temple with ruthless accuracy.

The collision hurled the Griffin plummeting.

Rock splintered. The surface caved in as his form struck it, the crash resounding across the hall despite Torace's barrier remaining firm.

Steve arrived promptly.

He touched down next to the downed Griffin and plunged the sword downward.

Metal pierced through the torso and out the other side, anchoring the Griffin to the shattered floor below. Electricity poured from the blade into the young master's frame.

Steve stood tall over him, smiling.

"Let's see if your regeneration can stop my lightning."