Capítulo 128: Uncontested Strength
Steel dashed forward, his speed greater than before. As soon as he got close he threw a punch towards Wrock.
Wrock slid to the side, the fist grazing his cheek. He went to counterattack by punching Steel's gut. Yet Steel seemed to glide midair, dodging the punch.
Steel moved fluidly, kicking Wrock square in his jaw. The force behind the kick was definitely stronger, making Wrock stumble to the side.
Steel rotated smoothly and knocked Wrock off his feet with a sweep kick. Wrock forcefully bent his body back and caught his landing with his hands. Using them to pivot he returned the favor with a kick to Steel's cheek.
Steel took some damage, but no recoil. He gave a smirk before sending Wrock sliding back with a kick, "Surely that's not all you got?"
Wrock recovered with a flip. He dusted off his clothing and answered, "That's right."
A light blue aura extended from his body, his eyes flashed the same color. Wrock flexed his hand, this particular skill always brought him closer to his original strength. He required little to no adjustment for newly acquired strength, for he had experience with it already.
"Oh? You also have a berserk skill? Impressive."
Wrock gave a light chuckle, "They always say something like that, yet many of my opponents had one as well."
Steel inwardly frowned, what kind of opponents did this guy face?
Wrock took a deep breath. Then he moved, leaving an afterimage. Steel turned to look behind him, but that judgment was wrong. Wrock appeared in front of Steel and kneed his gut. Steel was lifted off of the ground slightly from the sheer force, his HP dropping.
Steel was sent flying back. He was baffled by the difference between berserk skills. After all his own skill could be considered top tier! It doubled all his stats!
Steel flipped mid air and landed on his feet, sliding backwards. Before he could even come to a full stop Wrock was already in front again. Steel raised his arms to defend but once again his prediction was wrong!
Wham!
Wrock slammed his fist into Steel's gut. It landed in the exact same place his knee hit. Steel coughed blood as he stumbled back, clutching his stomach. Wrock didn't end his combo here however.
Wrock snapped his foot and landed a hard kick on Steel's face. Steel's head was forced to move to the side, taking the rest of his body along with it.
Steel attempted to roll back to recover, but Wrock was too fast. Grabbing his arm Wrock launched steel into the air.
Using an ability Steel halted his momentum. As he looked to where Wrock was he was shocked by what he saw. Wrock wasn't there!
Where was Wrock? Above Steel! With a beautiful curve Wrock landed a kick Steel wouldn't forget.
"[The Beast's Roar]!"
The kick landed on Steel's chest and sent him crashing towards the ground. Steel landed with a large boom, his HP dropping to zero.
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Akiol watched the massive amount of water as it began to fall on him. It was a terrifying amount. The water would be able to destroy a building easily. Yet Akiol waited and watched.
He calmly watched the water, just before it hit him. . . he vanished. Akiol used [Dimension Skip] to dodge the move. He simply didn't have anything to counter it with, so he evaded.
He reappeared behind Flowing Sea and thrust his sword towards their heart. He switched his buff to strength and used [Dimension Pierce]. His sword went through Flowing Sea with no resistance. Flowing Sea saw the end of the sword through his chest and sighed sadly, "I couldn't win huh. . ."
Akiol pulled the sword out and flicked the blood off it. Flowing Sea crumpled to the floor, the ice armor melting into a puddle.
'Ah, he was so cool too.'
Akiol chuckled, "The armor was definitely cool looking."
'Perhaps I should make mine armor. . .'
"Pardon?"
'It's nothing. . .'
Akiol was a little suspicious, but ignored the comment. What mattered was that he cleaned up on his end. Now he only had to wait for the others...
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Clang~
Two swords danced through the air. The combat was awe-inspiring. For the battle was a test of pure skill and combat.
The two clashed swords again before stopping. The two were no others but Travis and Dimitrin.
Dimitrin sheathed their sword, "You have improved greatly over these last few weeks. I am sure Lord Flinnder would be pleased."
Travis similarly sheathed his sword, "I am grateful for your guidance."
Dimitrin cracked a smile. They have been showing more emotion due to their master-student type bond.
Dimitrin looked in the distance, "Tomorrow is the last day before your competition between other candidates."
Travis gripped his sword, "I know. . ."
Dimitrin patted his shoulder, "Do your best, that's what matters."
Travis nodded, "I will."
"This is our last spar, tomorrow Lord Flinnder shall take you on your final trip through other Lord's territories. It would be of your best interest to rest properly tonight."
Travis bowed in response, "I truly thank you for everything. I will not disappoint."
Dimitrin waved away the sentimental mood and gave a light joke, "You better."
The gave their goodbyes and Travis went to his room. As he sat on a chair he began to take a deep breath. He was incredibly nervous, he hadn't felt this way in forever. . .
Boom-!
His room began to shake violently. Travis got up and ran outside to see what the commotion was about. He was shocked by what he saw.
A wall to Flinnder's office was broken into pieces. Inside Flinnder was incredibly angry. Dimitrin could be seen desperately trying to calm him down.
Flinnder looked around and spotted Travis. He immediately zoomed over, scaring the wits out of Travis.
Flinnder approached Travis quickly, "You, come with me. Now."
Travis obeyed immediately, stepping through the newly made black square.
Upon the other side he noticed they were out in the open terrain of the Abyss.
Travis turned to Flinnder and asked, "May I know what we are doing?"
Flinnder gave a wicked grin, "Revenge. The old scheming crazy woman Vernessa broke an unspoken rule of ours."
"Am I allowed to know?"
Flinnder stared at Travis for a moment. As if pondering a choice, "I suppose it's fine, considering your part of it. The old woman killed one of my Candidates. Of course she didn't do it herself, instead she had her own candidate do so. We had an unspoken rule that we wouldn't touch other candidates during the last month.
I wouldn't normally mind, considering it meant that candidate was weak. But she killed him during an important evolution, ruining my chance to obtain a powerful candidate.
So we are going to take revenge, your going to kill that woman's candidate. If you fail me. . . it wouldn't end well."
Travis grew a little nervous at the threat. However he steeled himself and nodded, "As you command."
Flinnder had regained control over his emotions, yet a lingering hint of anger remained in his expression.
"Good, if you succeed there might be something good in it for you."
Travis didn't care for a reward, he simply didn't wish to fail.
Flinnder looked in a direction, "They should be arriving right about now."
In ten seconds two individuals appeared. A woman with skin similar to Flinnder, and a white dress. Along with a bulky, muscled man. Armed with a giant greatsword.
The woman began to taunt, "Have you gotten angry little boy Flinnder? Sad that I broke such a fake rule?"
Flinnder replied similarly, "Angry? Nonsense, I am simply here to make sure you suffer the same losses. I'm sure your old scheming self understands that you stand no chance of winning, else you wouldn't have used such an underhanded method."
"Hmph! I'd like to see what that shrimp can do against my champion."
Flinnder grinned, "Champion? Have you already decided?"
"Of course I have! Else I wouldn't start eliminating my opponents."
Flinnder's grin turned wider, "Excellent. . . candidate, eliminate that champion."
Travis turned serious and drew his sword, it released a challenging pressure. Vernessa looked at Travis' sword with interest, "How nice of you to bring me a treasure! I will gladly take it off your candidate's hands when they die."
Vernessa's champion unsheathed their great sword, watching Travis without speaking a word. The two watched each other's moves carefully.
Travis initiated combat, dashing forward with extreme speed. Every time he went with Flinnder to level up, he obtained quite a few levels. His strength steadily increased overtime, with his skill skyrocketing. Currently he was confident in taking on any player, so he was excited to test it against something of equal strength to his future opponents.
The champion swung his greatsword when Travis got close. The swing was fast, as if the greatsword held no weight to it at all. Travis did a flip over the swing and threw a shuriken. Once it passed the champion he put a [Mark of Pause] on it. Freezing it behind them.
Immediately he put a [Mark of Return] on the shuriken, triggering it immediately. Teleporting behind the champion he swung his sword, aiming to leave a deep gash on their back.
The champion spun extremely quickly, the greatsword extended outwards from their body. Travis was forced to cancel his attack and block.
A metallic ringing sound filled the air. Travis hadn't moved when he blocked the attack, shocking both the champion and Vernessa.
"How is he able to stand against my Champion's strength?!"
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