To Atticus, the seconds ticking by seed like days.
Ti moved slowly, and every mont felt like hell.
Atticus lost count of the number of tis he felt his spine tingle during this battle. He was fighting for his life, and it was draining—not just physically, but ntally, emotionally, and spiritually. It was everything.
Atticus had to muster up every fiber of his being just to prevent himself from getting killed.
Niall was relentless. Until now, Atticus had no idea why the man—or beast—was this angry at him. He knew it was because of the way he addressed the sovereign, but… why the hell would he want to kill him just because of that? At best, he should be teaching him a lesson.
Niall's movents were deadly. For a beast resembling a man, he sure knew how to battle like one. His movents were swift, each of his attacks lethal.
The thick roots whipped around him, following his every movent. Every attack he unleashed was accompanied by roots with pointed ends shooting forward from every angle.
Atticus found himself overwheld at every turn. The entire pit was engulfed with roots, and his fire couldn't burn them. The only things that had the slightest effect were his light elent and katana.
Eventually, Atticus had to run on the walls. But that soon turned out to be a dead end as thick, blackened roots erupted from the walls too.
Atticus had felt the threat of death more tis than he could count. He got punched, smashed onto the ground and walls, his bones broken countless tis, but he kept moving.
He had used the water and light elents to heal himself more tis than he could count. His breaths were heavy, and his heart was beating so fast that he felt it could burst at any mont.
In conclusion, Atticus was thoroughly exhausted and was forcing his body to move. He had long since unleashed his space elent; this elent was the only reason he was still alive—rapid teleportation.
He could move instantly with far less energy than his other powers. Despite the terrible situation, he wanted to go back in ti and torture his past self for not using the space elent from the outset. He could have conserved his energy better!
Regardless, it was in the past already. He could only accept his current situation. It went without saying that Niall had been thoroughly shocked when Atticus utilized the space elent. To think the boy still had so many things up his sleeve.
This only increased Niall's desire to kill Atticus as quickly as possible. But as the seconds ticked by, only amazent remained in Niall's thoughts.
'How is he still alive?'
Niall wondered. He had been true to his word and had limited his power and abilities to the grandmaster- rank.
When he first received the orders from the sovereign, Niall had been elated. In his thoughts, it would only take a few seconds to kill the boy. A grandmaster- versus a master-? The result was obvious.
However, since the battle began, he had been baffled more tis than he had since his birth.
He could feel it in Atticus's aura that the boy was at the master- rank, but he seed to be able to exhibit strength and power just one level below a grandmaster-.
Niall couldn't even begin to fathom how the hell this was possible.
Regardless, he had decided to take the battle seriously and use his abilities. The outco should have been decided then, but it only led to even more bafflent.
'Is this really a child?'
Niall also knew Atticus couldn't be more than 17 years old. It had been hard for him to accept the boy's power, but he eventually did. However, Niall found it difficult to accept his battle sense.
The number of tis Atticus had co an inch from death had been nurous, but the boy always seed to pull through! It was as though he instinctively knew how to differentiate between deadly attacks and lesser ones the mont they were unleashed.
He never once took or blocked any of the attacks ant to kill him. Instead, he was always taking on the ones that weren't as much of a threat.
Niall felt exposed. He felt vulnerable, despite being the one who had the upper hand. It was as though Atticus had analyzed every part of his body to the last detail. At every tense of his muscle, the boy had already acted.
At every gesture, the boy had already acted.
At every movent of his eyes, the boy had already acted!
It was unnerving, as though he were facing a veteran who had been battling for years.
These situations kept getting to Niall, making him even more determined and serious about killing Atticus. The thought that the sovereign was currently watching this battle unfold made matters worse. His pride felt wounded, and he wanted nothing more than to rip Atticus to shreds.
The red aura that engulfed Niall suddenly erupted, becoming even more crimson. The air beca heavy as the whole pit trembled.
The thick blackened roots around him suddenly combusted and splintered. They swirled around him with speed before converging on him, forming a thin layer of armor that hugged his body like a second skin.
Niall's entire body pulsed with energy, brimming with uncontained power. His red eyes glowed with sudden brightness. And then, he moved.
The ground within a 100-ter radius buckled, snake-like cracks spreading outwards before it imploded. But Niall wasn't there anymore!
Atticus's exhausted gaze narrowed to pinpricks. This speed—it was faster than anything he had encountered before!
His grip on his katana tightened, but he had already lost the ability to use the katana arts; he was completely drained.
However, it didn't matter.
A crimson fist covered the entirety of Atticus's vision, his mind going blank. He felt the fear of death once more, but this ti, he couldn't do anything!
His eyes closed, expecting a blow that never ca.
Atticus slowly opened his eyes, only to see the sa crimson fist stopped inches away from the bridge of his nose.
W-what happened? Atticus wondered.
Niall suddenly retracted his fist and stood straight.
"The 10 minutes have elapsed. You will be given 4 hours to rest before we fight again. I suggest you use it wisely."
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