Level Difference

The blade suddenly got heavier.

Soriel fell to his knees at the overwhelming strength. He had to use the strength of both arms to Barely hold on.

"See this! An angel is nothing more than a man with wings!" Cackled the big tattooed man. He didn't seem to break a sweat

"The levels are absolute! Look at you! Why are you on the ground when you have wings, angel?! Maybe It's because I'm just on a higher level!" His bloodshot eyes looked deep into Soriel's filled with an irrepressible greed and insanity.

The only reason Soriel could last so long was because the shield from Heaven didn't break under the strength, but he himself was barely resisting the pressure that was squashing him beneath the shield.

"What are you gonna do, angel? Purge me?! You're nothing but a worm beneath my feet!" The man continuously taunted him, clearly enjoying playing with him.

Soriel refused to let a mere mortal kill him in such a shameful manner.

Every angel went through thorough training to use all their weapons proficiently, the shield was no exception. Usually the skills weren't needed, as the Legions Of Heaven usually deployed them in one sided massacres, but he knew that now was the time.

He shifted his shield with all his strength, and the blade started to slide. Then with one swift movement, he flipped the shield, diverting the blade.

He followed up by swinging the sword in his other hand.

The man was evidently surprised when the blade was deflected, but he reacted quickly, and backed away immediately.

The blade flew past his chest, and a streak of blood immediately painted his body.

Soriel lunged once more, this time at his neck. He was intending to finish him here.

But the blade missed.

"FWAHAHAHA! Your blade is so fearsome! But it's nothing when you can't hit anything with it!" The scared man laughed as he nimbly dodged his swordsmanship learned in Heaven.

Soriel was confused, how was he so nimble? Logically a big fellow like him should have trouble moving around this small room.

"Your skills aren't bad, angel! But you don't have the ferocity to use it well!" The man then used his machete to parry Soriel's sword strikes.

Soriel was getting frustrated. His swordsmanship was taught in Heaven, he should be able to dominate a melee match easily.

"Do you know why you can't hit me, angel?! It's because my agility is 57! I can react to a pro league player's fastball! I can parkour across roofs! I can catch an arrow! I can play master difficulty on rhythm games and get a perfect streak! You're just too slow!!!" The man cackled with arrogance, as Soriel couldn't even cut the hems of his clothes.

Though he couldn't understand all his examples, he got the idea that his reflexes and flexibility was at an incredible level because of his agility stat and his actual level.

His own agility was at 40, quite a bit lower than the scarred man. Was this why he couldn't hit him? Was level actually so important?

"Haha! Maybe that sword is better off in my hands!" With that, his swordsmanship changed. The machete seemed to snake around his sword and forcibly turned it in a way his wrist couldn't handle.

He inevitably let go and the blade was sent flying up in the air, before landing in the scarred man's other hand.

Soriel took the opportunity to back out toward the door quickly. He knew the difference between them was too big.

He wasn't worried about losing the blade. What made it unique was that it was made with with a special ore from Heaven, which was actually very tough, and extremely difficult to forge normally. But it was only strong in Heaven. This is because of Heaven's aura.

Without the support from heaven's aura, the ore would become weak and malleable. The soldiers could use the weapons since their angel bodies housed Heaven's aura, but the weapons would become useless in the hands of anything else as long as it's not a denizen of heaven.

"You think you can run?" The man pursued him right after catching the blade.

He caught up almost instantly, and the man swung his own Angel Sword at him, he held the shield in front of him and took the blow.

The force of the impact shot him backward, but it was just what he needed to get through the door frame.

He stretched his wings immediately took to the sky, now his only advantage.

"What the hell?!" The man was shocked as he looked at the Angel Sword he just stole. It was now bent horribly in a 90 degree angle, looking similar to a boomerang.

"What are you waiting for?! Shoot him, he's getting away!" With an angry shout, the scarred man threw the bent sword on the ground and issued an order to his subordinates, who until now had only watched the battle, as they knew the scarred man didn't like people interrupting him.

With the order, all of them ran out and shot their guns at Soriel.

But it was useless as he still had his armor and shield, and despite its looks, the wings were actually rather tough, and as an angel, were lightly plated. Thus the bullets didn't easily pierce his flapping wings.

It was now his turn to take the initiative. Soriel raised his spear, and threw it at the scarred man. So what if he could catch an arrow? The spear falling downward was heavier and faster than an arrow.

But contrary to his expectations, the man leaped out of the way, and dodged the spear.

The spear then pierced the ground. Soriel raised his hand to pull it back, but the scarred man grabbed it first, then ran up and chucked the spear back at him!

The spear, no matter how dull it might be in the hands of a mortal, was still a pointy weapon. The aim was off, but it hit the tip of his wing, sending him flying off balance.

His wings were already aching from when he landed on them, but now they couldn't hold up for much longer.

Having lost both his weapons, Soriel made the difficult choice to fly away pitifully.

"Where are you running, Angel?! With those wings, you can't fly long! We'll catch you! Just wait! HAHAHAHA!!!"