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Chapter 91: Chapter 91: The Arrival of the Tyrant Slayer

Raknor stood amidst the swirling tempest of daggers, his eyes narrowing as the 10,000 flying blades closed in on him with deadly precision. He swung his massive battle axe, generating a wave of energy that created a barrier around him. Each dagger that struck the barrier shattered into pieces, but the sheer number of them pressed on, relentlessly closing the distance.

"You think a storm of daggers can take me down?" Raknor growled, his voice resonating like a distant thunderstorm. With a mighty roar, he planted his feet firmly on the ground, channeling energy into his axe. A dome of red energy erupted from him, deflecting a large portion of the daggers, but the storm continued.

Dave observed the struggle, his mind calculating. 'If he can repel most of the daggers, then I need something more.' His eyes flashed with determination as he tapped into his Matter Control ability, manipulating the ground beneath Raknor. The earth quaked violently, shifting and bending to Dave's will, wrapping around Raknor's legs and immobilizing him.

Raknor's eyes widened in shock as the earth itself betrayed him, hardening around his feet and binding his movements. "What is this?!" he bellowed, swinging his axe to shatter the rock, but more kept reforming, binding him further.

Dave smirked from a distance. 'Let's see how you defend when you can't move.' He focused harder, tightening the hold of the earth while sending more of the daggers at Raknor. Each blade whizzed through the air with the force of a hurricane, aiming directly at the trapped warrior. The cracks in Raknor's barrier widened as the relentless daggers began to break through.

The sky darkened with the energy of their battle, and the distant horizon trembled. Fighters across the trail stopped in their tracks, feeling the intense surge of power coming from Dave's location. Murmurs spread like wildfire through the battlefield.

"Who's fighting over there?" one man whispered, his voice filled with awe.

"I can feel their auras even from here," another said, beads of sweat forming on his brow. "Those two… they must be monsters."

Far away, sitting atop a mound of bodies, the mysterious man observed the sky darkening. His lips curved into a faint smile. "Interesting… It seems someone strong enough to challenge me has finally appeared." He rose slowly, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Bodies lay scattered around him, each one a testament to his dominance. "Let's see if this one can survive."

With that, the mysterious fighter began to move, each step deliberate as he made his way toward the source of the overwhelming power.

Meanwhile, back at the battlefield, Raknor's barrier was failing. The daggers had finally pierced through, slashing at his armor and drawing blood. Raknor grunted in pain, swinging his axe wildly in a desperate attempt to hold them off.

"Damn you, Dave!" he shouted, his voice hoarse from exertion. "I will not be defeated like this!"

But Dave wasn't done. He teleported above Raknor, his daggers gleaming in the fading light. With a swift motion, he aimed both weapons downward, plunging them toward Raknor's exposed back. The ground shook as Dave's blades made contact, the sheer force of the impact sending a shockwave across the battlefield.

Raknor screamed in agony, his defenses crumbling under the relentless onslaught. Blood poured from his wounds as the earth continued to hold him in place. The 10,000 daggers struck one after another, tearing through his body until the once mighty Tyrant of Destruction fell to his knees.

Dave stood above him, panting heavily. His aura still crackled with power, but fatigue had begun to set in. He tightened his grip on his daggers and took a deep breath, ready to deliver the final blow.

With one swift motion, Dave plunged his blades into Raknor's chest, ending the fight.

Raknor's eyes glazed over, the life draining from him as his body slumped forward. His once unshakable confidence shattered in his final moments.

"You fought well," Dave muttered, pulling his daggers free from the lifeless body. He took a step back, wiping the blood off his weapons, his eyes scanning the horizon. The intense energy that had surrounded them slowly faded, leaving an eerie calm in its wake.

Just as Dave began to relax, a slow, deliberate clapping echoed through the now-silent battlefield.

"Impressive," came a cold, smooth voice.

Dave turned to see the mysterious man walking toward him, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I never thought I'd witness someone take down Raknor, let alone with such style." The man stopped a few feet away, his smile growing. "But now the real challenge begins."

Dave's heart raced, but he steadied himself, sensing an immense power coming from this new adversary. His body was still fatigued from the battle, but his instincts warned him—this man was no ordinary fighter.


Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Clash of the Titans

The tension in the air was palpable as Dave stood across from the mysterious man, his daggers still slick with Raknor's blood. The newcomer exuded an aura so heavy, it seemed to warp the very space around him. His cold, calculating eyes locked onto Dave as he casually began to circle him.

"So," the man began, his voice smooth but filled with menace, "was it you who unleashed that powerful skill earlier? The one that brought the entire battlefield to a halt?"

Dave remained silent, his eyes sharp as he watched the man's every movement. His body, still fatigued from the battle with Raknor, felt heavier than usual, but his instincts were on high alert.

The enemy's smile widened as he continued, seemingly unfazed by Dave's lack of response. "I knew it. That kind of power—raw, untamed, and utterly destructive—could only belong to someone who loves fighting as much as I do." He stopped pacing, standing tall in front of Dave, his grin growing more predatory. "You're a freak of fighting, just like me."

For the briefest moment, Dave's lips curled into a faint smile. He couldn't deny the rush of exhilaration he felt every time he fought. The thrill of being on the edge, the surge of power when pushing himself beyond his limits—it was addictive. But he quickly wiped the smile from his face, unwilling to give the enemy any satisfaction.

The man chuckled softly. "I can see it, Dave. The fight excites you. It's written all over your face, even if you try to hide it." He tilted his head, his expression one of amusement. "What's your name, anyway? I like to know the name of the people I crush."

Dave stared back at him, the weight of his daggers resting comfortably in his hands. "My name's Dave."

The enemy's eyes gleamed. "Dave, huh? Simple, strong. I like it." He took a step back, spreading his arms wide as if to welcome the fight that was about to begin. "I am Arklor, known by many names, but most call me the Tyrant Slayer."

Dave remained stoic, though the name stirred something within him. Arklor's reputation was infamous, a ruthless fighter who had never lost a battle. His mere presence in the arena was enough to make others flee, but Dave had no intention of running.

Arklor's smile turned dark. "That move you pulled earlier—the one with the 10,000 daggers—was impressive. But if that's your best, you'll never stand a chance against me." He cracked his knuckles, his muscles flexing beneath his armor. "I hope you have more tricks up your sleeve, because if not, this fight will be over before it even begins."

Dave's grip on his daggers tightened, his mind racing. He knew Arklor wasn't bluffing. The aura the man emitted was oppressive, unlike anything Dave had encountered before. Yet, despite the danger, the excitement in Dave's veins only grew. This was what he lived for.

"I don't need tricks," Dave replied, his voice low but filled with determination. "I'll win because I always find a way."

Arklor's eyes lit up with anticipation. "Good. Then let's see how you handle this."

In an instant, Arklor lunged forward, faster than anything Dave had expected. Dave barely had time to react, throwing himself to the side just as Arklor's fist came crashing down, leaving a massive crater where Dave had stood. The shockwave from the impact rippled across the battlefield, sending dust and debris flying in all directions.

Dave rolled to his feet, his heart pounding. 'He's faster than I thought.' He clenched his jaw, his instincts screaming at him to stay on the defensive, at least for now. Arklor wasn't just strong—he was a seasoned fighter, calculating and relentless.

Without wasting a second, Arklor was on him again, swinging with a brutal force that threatened to level everything around them. Dave dodged, barely managing to avoid the strikes as the ground shattered under each blow. Sweat dripped down his face as he kept moving, teleporting short distances to gain breathing room, but Arklor was relentless.

"Is dodging all you can do?" Arklor taunted, his voice carrying over the chaos. "Come on, Dave, show me what you're made of!"

Dave's eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and excitement. Arklor was fast, faster than Raknor had ever been, and his attacks were precise. Each time Dave dodged, he could feel the intensity of Arklor's strikes—the sheer power behind them was enough to crush a mountain.

'I can't keep this up forever,' Dave thought, gritting his teeth. 'I need to find an opening, something to turn this around.'

But Arklor gave him no time to think. He moved like a whirlwind, closing the distance in the blink of an eye. Dave narrowly avoided another blow, the force of it sending him skidding across the battlefield.

"You're quick, but you won't be able to dodge forever," Arklor said with a smirk.

As the dust settled, Dave found himself panting, his body on edge. He had been dodging blow after blow, barely managing to stay in the fight. But Arklor's words rang true—he needed something more.


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"Hi everyone, I know many of you have enjoyed my story if you've reached this chapter. However, I wanted to let you know that I've created a new story with almost the same name, and I’d love for you to join me on this new journey.

I decided to stop working on this book because the website informed me that it couldn't provide support due to the way the story began. As a result, I’ve created a new version with a more straightforward start. Don’t worry, I won’t change too much, but there will be some adjustments.

I hope you’ll enjoy the new version and continue following along. The name of the new book is The Infinite Possibility System

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