There were probably a few ways Ery could think of to handle the Nephilim's offense and defense situation. In fact, there was no need for him to sustain so many wounds by charging head-on to the seemingly impregnable wall of [Soaring Shuttles].
However, there was sothing inside him that stirred him to do this suicidal-driven attack.
It was as if his body scread loudly, desperately begging him to unleash all of the bubbling strength hidden within, to let loose the culmination of the combined prowess of his muscles and spirit cores - all in order to warm up for what was coming.
Even though he had been employing countless [Blinks] and parrying a staggering number of attacks, coupled with the fact the muscles in his body had been strained to the limit by the nurous dodging maneuvers he did. Ery still felt as if his whole body brimd with inexhaustible energy. Instinctively, he knew it needed to be unleashed.
Therefore, he didn't hesitate anymore and proceeded to activate his transformation.
[Fey Transformation]
This was the usual command he sent to his mind, so that his transformation ability would take effect, however, other than the usual increase in power and the excruciating pain of straining his muscles even further, Ery discovered the transformation did not happen.
This anomaly naturally caught him off guard a little bit, costing him a few more hits on the body courtesy of the [Soaring Shuttle]. The extra amount of stinging pain didn't affect him though, as Ery quickly recovered on his feet and continued on his reckless advance.
There wasn't the usual ergence of silvery fur, nor apparent changes on his facial, only the intrinsic tattoo appeared on his body, which was then followed by a notification that ca to his mind.
[Unknown essence has spread throughout your body]
[Corruption has entered your blood]
The ssage contained within the notification did worry him, but Ery knew he was currently in a certain trance-like state where he could not stop.
As he advanced and the onslaught of the [Soaring Shuttles] continued, Ery could feel his body kept building up this mysterious power, allowing him to react faster and faster against the shuttles coming his way.
[Battle power is increasing]
"Argghh!" Ery roared, as he had never felt a sensation as strong as this, and it still did not stop. It continued to strengthen, becoming stronger as his body heated up like an active volcano ready to erupt.
CLANK!
An incomparably clear sound of tal clashing was heard in the air, as Ery once again parried one of the [Soaring Shuttles]. But this ti, the swing of his sword had beco so much stronger it not only parried the shuttle out of the way, but also forcibly sent it flying tens of ters away.
Armand, whose attention was completely on him, was shocked beyond belief when he saw this sudden change. What he saw next could only be described as his worst nightmare.
Clank! Clank! Clank!
The sa sound resounded rapidly in the air, as Ery continued to swing his sword, sending the shuttles away one by one and creating a visible gap between the tight defense.
As Ery continued to move closer, Armand started flying backward in his attempt to maintain the 10 feet distance between them. Alas, the forr's exponential increase in strength coupled with increased pace of his [Blink] spell started to crumble the 16 [Soaring Shuttle] formation and tear a wide hole in them.
A look of pure horror appeared on Armand's face. At this mont, he truly wished he could have an extra pair of wings, so he could fly even faster.
"What are you?!"
With the [Soaring Shuttles] out of the way and the extra speed he gained, Ery finally cleared an opening heading straight to Armand. Without any hesitation, he imdiately jumped forward and darted at his prey with his weapon in hand.
Swish!
In that split of a second, Armand could clearly see the sharp glint of Ery's sword slowly approaching his neck. Terrified by the prospect of dying, he imdiately made sure to use everything he got to move out of the way.
Splat!
Thanks to his strenuous effort, Armand managed to force his body into a short burst of speed, causing Ery's attack to only deal a scratch to his neck. However, he knew if the cut went even a centiter deeper, he would definitely be drenched with blood by now.
"Argghh! He's trying to kill !"
Armand scread loudly like a girl. He was truly afraid for his dear life he quickly commanded all of his [Soaring Shuttles] to retreat and surround him, not letting Ery send another swing.
In the anti, Ery returned to the ground and lifted his head towards Armand. The grip on his sword strengthened, as he glared at the latter. The intense gaze he gave off was enough to break the latter's courage completely.
"I surrender! I surrender!" Armand scread hysterically, shouting those words as? loudly as he could for fear the referee would not hear him.
With his life literally put on the line, sha was the last thing that existed in Armand's mind.
After declaring surrender, he didn't even wait for the referee to announce the end of the match and imdiately fled the arena. The senior staff was dumbfounded, as he watched all of this happening.
"Ery Ambrose wins!" the referee announced, breaking the atmosphere.
The final result was very disappointing and anticlimactic for everyone, especially Ery.
He was still standing there in the arena, unmoving even after he was announced the victor. His body was still burning. He knew that he needed more. He needed sothing else to push his body to its limit one more ti.
[Your Privilege rank increased to 64]
[Rank 64 - Ery Ambrose (68)]
However by this point, Ery already passed his test ranking, which ant he wouldn't be able to fight anymore, as he was not allowed to challenge anyone ranked above him, unless those people were the one who challenged him.
There was a voice of reason in his mind, telling him to stop at this point and examine his unusual condition. But it was quickly swept away by the sudden temper present in him.
So, Ery stood in the center of the arena, his eyes looking around the audience seats. He swept his gaze at each and every privileged acolyte present and then shouted loudly.
"I am willing to fight anyone! Who here dares to fight ?!"
It was such an arrogant words that ca out of nowhere, but Ery strangely didn't feel even a hint of regret. He really and desperately wanted to fight more.
Roran, who was standing to one side, tried his best to get Ery's attention. He wanted to tell him to stop, that it was enough. Annara and her group of friends, on the other hand, seed to be amused when they heard Ery's words.
The beautiful girl looked at the ssy golden-haired young man beside her and said with a mischievous smile, "There's your chance to take the Savage title, Diyoo. Are you going to take it?"
Diyoo, however, unexpectedly showed a disinterested expression.
"No! I'm not going to embarrass myself by fighting against soone who's already fought eleven matches in a row," Diyoo said with a nonchalant tone. "Why don't you do it?"
A thoughtful look appeared on Annara's face for a mont before she shook her head.
"I want to, but my master would not be happy if I accidentally kill him."
Diyoo let out a snort when he heard that. Ignoring his reaction, Annara turned to the other person beside her.
"How about you, YunXiao? You want to fight him?"
The quiet spearman was actually very interested in the offer. He had been wanting to fight Ery ever since their eting in the Ga, but his honor wanted him to fight the other party in pri condition and not in the state of exhaustion he was in now.
While he was hesitating, soone had already jumped from the audience seats into the arena accepting Ery's challenge. The sight of this acolyte accepting Ery's challenge left everyone present in surprise. Imdiately after, murmurs spread throughout the audience seats.
Diyoo showed an amused expression when he saw who it was. "Hahaha! This will definitely be sothing good to watch!"
Soone nearby, who heard Diyoo's words couldn't help but comnt, "Do you really think so? If you ask , I'm sure that cocky guy down there will not last a minute against him. After all, the guy is as strong as a magus already!"
Unaware of the chatter going on in the audience seats, Ery glanced at the person walking into the arena, surprised himself.
His four limbs seed to be made of solid tals, even part of his face resembled that of a machine. Ery wasn't even sure if the man was human.
As soon as the man stood across from him, Ery imdiately looked up to see the screen, which would display information about his upcoming opponent.
[Rank 36 - Atlas III (30)]
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