Asher didn’t bother looking at his bracelet anymore; he knew he possessed more than enough points to unlock his Astra energy and even one or two of his elents, but now wasn’t the ti for that, because at this very mont, walking towards him was a towering Lizardfolk that stood eight feet tall.
It had to be known that Asher was now over seven feet tall, but the Monster before him made him look short.
Just from looking at the presence and aura that the Grave-class Lizardfolk emitted, enough to shift the air pressure around it, one could understand that Grave-class Monsters were nothing compared to Mark-class Monsters, despite a single rank separating them.
"Human, you’ve killed my clansn," the Grave-class Monster said as it walked towards Asher, its muscles bulging. "Only death shall be the paynt." It ended its words as its eyes remained fixed on Asher.
The Monster had no weapon, and it wore no armour like the rest. One only needed to look at its physique to know it was a fist-type Monster, and its scales were a better defence than anything else. Every step it took caused the swamp beneath it to tremble slightly, its imnse weight and power making themselves known without the need for flashy displays.
"I accept your death sentence," Asher stated as a smile appeared on his lips.
Back at the Coliseum, many simply began to curse Asher. After all, they had expected him to unlock sothing, but looking at the rankings, his points hadn’t even reduced by a single digit. So spectators shook their heads in frustration, while others eagerly leaned forward in anticipation.
But Asher was oblivious to all of this as his battle intent was beginning to flicker ever so slowly, as a sowhat worthy opponent had finally stepped forward.
The Lizardfolk clenched its fist, muscles bulging and tightening as it punched at Asher’s head with nothing but raw physical power. Asher took a step forward as he clenched his own fist and punched out as well.
With a cataclysmic burst of power, the two fists imdiately thundered into each other, and at that mont, various concentric wind rings imdiately pulsed outwards as the wind pressure tore trees, water, mud, earth, and everything else backwards. Even trees within a seven-hundred-ter radius were snapped into splinters from a single attack.
Asher and the Monster stared into each other’s eyes as the earth beneath them sank. Then, in a burst of motion, they both vanished from where they stood as they turned into phantoms of their forr selves.
Strength t strength.
Fist t fist.
Leg t leg.
Elbow t elbow.
The battlefield exploded into motion as shockwaves rippled across the swamp. Every collision released enough force to uproot trees and tear apart sections of earth. Water continuously erupted around them, creating enormous curtains of spray that briefly obscured their figures before being dispersed by the next exchange.
One would think that with the size of the Lizardfolk, it would be slow, but no, it was nimble, fast, destructive, and highly proficient in martial arts. But despite it being a Monster that dominated in pure physical combat, its strength paled when compared to Asher’s.
With a booming sound, Asher’s fist t the Monster’s chest, and like a kite, it shot backwards, its body tearing through trees as it ricocheted from one to another like a ball before slamming into the ground. But it imdiately rose to its feet. The mont it did, its eyes t the sole of Asher’s foot tearing towards its chest.
And with another display of titanic force, the Monster shot backwards like a missile, crossing over a kilotre with ease. It rose again as though it bore no injury, but Asher’s footprints and fist marks could clearly be seen on its chest and abdon.
The Monster didn’t holdback anymore. Astra energy imdiately pulsed through its body, further increasing its speed and strength, and with a glint of madness in its eyes, it vanished from where it stood, crossing a kilotre in a single second as it arrived before Asher.
The air literally collapsed as the Monster punched at Asher’s head with point-blank accuracy. But just because it enhanced its body with Astra energy didn’t an Asher was weaker. With glee in his eyes, Asher moved as though he were a beast instead of a Human.
His left hand blurred into motion, his palm opening as he caught the Lizardfolk’s attack with his palm. The mont the fist collided against his hand, a shattering sound erupted like a war drum as everything within over a kilotre radius was razed by nothing but pure physical strength.
Water splashed, chunks of earth tore off the ground, and ravines split open as the land quaked. But Asher remained steady as though he had just stopped the attack of a child. With his left hand occupied, Asher’s right hand moved, his right palm screaming upwards like a beam as it streaked towards the Lizardfolk’s gut.
But the Lizardfolk wasn’t just there to take damage. It imdiately tried to step back and dodge, but Asher’s left hand imdiately clamped down and held it in place. Seeing this, the Monster decided to sidestep at the last second. A violent wind blast tore upwards as it dodged, though a deep wound was still carved across its stomach. Green blood splattered through the air and stained the swamp below.
The Monster moved. It threw its right hand upwards, and with Asher holding onto it, he was flung into the sky. But Asher was unbothered despite being airborne. His purple eyes simply snapped towards the Grave-class Monster, only to see that it was already using one of the abilities it possessed.
The Lizardfolk punched towards the sky, the air cracking, and the next instant, an enormous oceanic wave rocketed upwards with enough pressure to crush most beings into at paste.
Asher had no way to dodge as the oceanic wave spanned a wide area. He didn’t have his Astra energy, so he couldn’t simply fly out of the way.
But... if he couldn’t dodge... he would tear through it.
His grin widened as he clenched his fist, his muscles tightening as he summoned even more physical strength, and with the force of a cannon blast, he punched downwards towards the approaching attack. The mont his fist t the air and empty space before him, it was as though an atomic bomb had erupted as an apocalyptic wind pressure imdiately collapsed downwards to et the oceanic wave.
With an ear-splitting sound, both forces collided into each other, the water bursting in different directions as the forest was once again covered in enormous amounts of water, becoming even more damp.
Trees bent violently beneath the pressure, while fragnts of shattered bark and broken branches were carried away by the resulting currents. The collision illuminated the battlefield with countless droplets reflecting the sunlight, creating a strangely beautiful contrast to the destruction taking place.
Asher began to plumt, his eyes fixed on the Monster as he clenched his fist once again. The Monster didn’t take a step back; instead, it channelled more Astra energy as it punched upwards towards the approaching Asher, while Asher t the fist with his own.
The mont their fists t, another wave of wind pressure erupted, but not just that, Asher’s punch blew off the Monster’s entire arm as though it were made of wet paper. Green blood splattered into the air as ti itself seed to freeze for a mont.
The Monster was shocked as it couldn’t believe its eyes. It had lost an entire arm down to its shoulder despite enhancing every part of its body with Astra energy. Confusion, disbelief, and anger flashed through its eyes in rapid succession.
Asher landed on his feet like an agile cat, and capitalising on the brief opening, he unleashed another attack; a Brazilian kick to the Monster’s temple with pinpoint accuracy. Like an explosive detonation, the Monster’s head snapped to the side as its body shot sideways under the force of Asher’s kick.
It streaked across the ground for a couple of hundred ters before its body ca to a slamming halt. The Monster was disoriented as it slowly rose to its feet, its head caved in from Asher’s kick. Even so, the resilience of a Grave-class Monster was terrifying, as it still refused to collapse.
Asher arrived in a blur, and with a wicked grin, he caught the Monster by the face, then with imnse power, he slamd the eight-foot-tall Monster into the ground. The power behind the attack echoed as stone, dirt, water, and sand rocketed upwards while a ravine imdiately tore open beneath them. The impact was so violent that cracks spread throughout the surrounding terrain, extending tens of ters in every direction.
Within the ravine stood Asher, who simply stared down at a headless corpse, blood, brain matter, and bone painting the space where its head had once been.
Silence descended upon the battlefield.
The swamp that had once belonged to the Lizardfolks now resembled the aftermath of a natural disaster. Broken trees floated through the water, the ground was fractured beyond recognition, and corpses littered the area.
Truly, Asher was in a class of his own, as there was simply no way a Grave-class Monster, whether enhanced with Astra energy or not, could hope to match his current physique and raw physical strength, which had crossed the thousand mark on the system panel.
Unfortunately, anything that wasn’t a Rank 7 was only destined to get pumled when faced with the being known as Asher Wargrave. The difference in power had simply beco too great, too overwhelming, and too absolute for ordinary opponents to bridge.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Power stones? Golden Tickets? Gifts? Super gifts?
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