Kaiser frowned slightly.
His breathing grew heavier as his foot sank slightly into the sand. Then, suddenly, his aura exploded with such intensity that the ground cracked beneath him. His hair began to whiten at the roots, spreading across his entire head while his dragon tattoo lit up.
A hot gust swept through the area, and the pressure gradually increased, making even the slightest movent difficult.
Kris disappeared almost instantly from his position to reappear in front of Kaiser. Imdiately, tendrils of fire burst in all directions, sweeping the space with violence, lting the sand in places under the heat.
Kaiser retreated one quick step, then a second, as fast as he could. A tendril passed just beside his shoulder, leaving a burned mark on his coat. This ti, he could no longer afford to rely dodge.
[Activation of the skill: Eye of Predation]
His eyes turned red as prominent veins appeared at the corners. The air around him changed, becoming nacing.
"What the hell is that!?" Kris muttered to himself.
Kaiser suddenly vanished from his field of vision to deliver a punch that struck his opponent’s cheek, drawing a groan from him. Then he quickly pulled away, narrowly avoiding the circular spear strike.
The world seed to slow for Kaiser. Kris beca a series of predictable points and movents: tension zones, flaws in his body, everything was now visible.
Kaiser then seized his twin swords, and the chains wrapped around his arms.
He charged.
The clash was imdiate. Kris’s spear t Kaiser’s swords in a tallic crash, sparks flying mixed with flas.
Kris struck again and again. Each blow was heavier than the last, amplified by his gravity. He advanced inexorably, forcing Kaiser to retreat.
However, Kaiser never fully blocked: he deflected, redirected, slid to the sides. A vertical strike from Kris crushed a rock behind him, but Kaiser passed under the trajectory, closed in, and attempted a quick slash toward the ribs. Kris retreated half a step, but the blade grazed his flank, and blood flowed.
’His left shoulder... It causes a two-millisecond delay because of his injury,’ Kaiser thought.
Kris raised his spear to trigger a fire explosion, but Kaiser acted imdiately.
Kris’s body was slightly pulled forward, just enough to break his balance. Kaiser followed without hesitation: an elbow smashed into his ribs, a second breath escaped him, then a circular kick struck him in the torso.
Kris was thrown backward and crashed into a basalt pillar with a dull thud, the rock cracking under the impact.
A brief silence settled, then Kris coughed. He rose slowly, spitting blood. His breathing was heavy, his body trembled slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on Kaiser. On his side, Kaiser breathed more slowly, though his forehead was covered in sweat from the heat; his gaze stayed focused.
The two n faced each other, ready to resu the fight. Kaiser tightened his grip on his swords and took a step forward.
Neither was at 100% of their power, gauging the other’s strength.
Kris struck first. His spear shot straight ahead, fast and precise. Kaiser raised one sword to deflect, but instead of retreating, Kris advanced again, forcing contact. The two weapons slid against each other in a sharp tallic sound.
Kaiser attempted an imdiate counterattack.
His blade traced a short curve, and the residual aura followed the motion, creating a second invisible trajectory. Kris blocked the first attack with his spear shaft, but the second delayed slash opened his shoulder, blood spurted.
Yet Kris did not retreat. On the contrary, he brutally planted his spear in the ground.
"Stay right there!"
An explosion of flas erupted around him. The burning gust spread in all directions, lifting sand that instantly blackened.
Kaiser reacted without hesitation:
A dense layer of aura enveloped his body as he crossed his swords in front of him.
The flas struck him full force. The shock pushed him back several ters, his boots carving two furrows in the sand. His coat burned at the edges, but his body held firm.
Barely stopped, he stomped the ground:
The wave propelled him forward.
He returned to contact in a fraction of a second. Kris raised his spear to block, but Kaiser was already too close.
A white slash cut through the air. Kris tried to retreat, but the blade traced a clean line across his torso, drawing a grunt from him.
Without waiting, he reacted:
An air compression ford instantly in front of him.
Kaiser followed with a second strike, but his blade hit the invisible barrier. A sharp shock rang out as the air vibrated under the impact. Kris pushed.
Crack!
The barrier burst forward.
The compressed air wave struck Kaiser square in the torso, throwing his body backward. But in mid-air, he used
A second wave burst from his back, canceling part of the impact and altering his trajectory. He landed on his feet, sliding a few ters.
Without wasting ti, he charged again. On his side, Kris raised his free hand, and the sand around Kaiser began to vibrate.
Then the pressure changed: gravity crashed down brutally. Kaiser’s body suddenly grew heavier, his footing sinking into the ground.
Kris seized the opportunity to charge, his spear descending vertically, aid directly at the head. Kaiser raised both swords. The clash was violent, and the ground gave way beneath his feet due to the combined pressure.
However, Kaiser did not completely fold. His arms trembled but held. He activated again:
His muscles contracted, and he pushed the spear to the side. Then he pivoted.
A horizontal slash was imdiately followed by a trailing cutting residue. Kris took the first with the shaft of his spear, but the second gashed his thigh. His knee buckled, and Kaiser advanced to finish.
But Kris stomped the ground. Gravity shifted again, stronger, more brutal. Kaiser was pinned for an instant, enough to halt his montum. Kris gritted his teeth and drew his opponent closer with that pressure before striking point-blank.
The compressed air exploded directly between them. Kaiser took it full force, and his body was thrown backward, this ti unable to fully compensate. He rolled several ters before rising, breathing heavier and his aura coating weakened.
Across from him, Kris was barely standing. His body was covered in burns and gashes, but his gaze did not waver. He raised his spear slowly. The sand around them was completely devastated, dotted with craters, skid marks, and impacts.
"Not bad for a dog," he said.
The wind blew again between them as Kaiser wiped the blood from his chin, then returned to guard.
"You’re the one saying that," Kris replied, taking a deep breath while the gravity pressure around him increased slightly again.
But suddenly, Kaiser felt a very faint vibration. His expression changed imdiately. He discreetly brought his hand to his collar, and a cold, authoritative voice resonated in his ear. The more he listened, the darker his gaze beca: the fight no longer mattered.
Without a word, he raised his arm.
He struck the ground. The pressure explosion was brutal, lifting sand in masses. Kris was violently repelled, his body dragged several ters before rolling over itself.
When he raised his head, Kaiser had already disappeared into the dust cloud. A few seconds later, there was nothing left, only the wind.
In the distance, Olivia had just thrown Adrian to the ground. She raised her head, searching for Kaiser, but she saw only the empty desert.
"What the...? Where is he going?" she murmured, frowning.
Kris, on his knees in the black sand, slamd his fists into the ground.
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