He Became A Monstrous Genius After Obtaining A Time Dilation Artifact Chapter 244. Seragun Plane 2

Deep crimson hair.

Deep crimson eyes.

A crimson complexion with archaic runes running through them.

An obsidian katana held firmly, pulsing with lightning and azure flas.

Visible expressions of shock.

"He’s the Crimson Devil?"

Before they could process the absurd turn of events, Kailen moved.

Realising their opponent ant business, they reeled in their shocked expressions and attacked.

"Astral Nova." Kailen swung the katana over and over again.

If there was sothing he had endless reserves of, it was universe energy.

Several arcs of flas mixed with lightning were hurtled towards his opponents over and over again.

Yet, they stood their ground.

They were not rank 5 interdiate stage Ascendant level lifeforms for show.

Also, they had so battle experience.

Securing a distance away from Kailen, due to the nature of his affinity that prevailed in wide distances on the battlefield, the gno’s rocs soared through the air with profound speed, heading towards Kailen’s form.

On a closer look, the rocs were not just moving towards Kailen, there were gales of wind brewing on top of their heads.

By the ti they drew closer to him, the gales of wind had turned into razor-sharp spears, clashing into him alongside their forms.

"Too fast." The movents of the rocs were extrely fast, so fast that Kailen felt under pressure.

The only reason why he had not fallen was because of his monstrous defenses, courtesy of his Asura Enlightennt Physique and his shadow armor.

After all, these guys were actually at the rank 5 interdiate stage Ascendant level, while he was just bridging the gap with his monstrous cheats.

Yet Kailen felt strangely at peace, euphoric even.

Carnage, he wanted carnage. His crimson eyes burnt with raw malevolence with each exchange.

At the sa ti that the rocs were hurtled constantly by the gno towards Kailen, the twins weaved around him like phantoms, attacking him from all directions.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

Each twin dagger slash was coated with poison energy that attempted to erode his skin.

His monstrous defenses showed signs of being eroded, cracking under pressure, only to regenerate with profound speed that left his attackers in awe, perplexed.

Thanks to endless reserves of universe energy, and access to the purest form of it thanks to the enigma that was the Ti Dilation artifact, Kailen had extrely fast healing and regeneration capabilities.

At the beginning, Kailen seed to be overwheld with their attacks, managing to dodge a few of their strikes while countering them, at the sa ti retaliating with his elental energy, affinity lightning, and infinite Alchemy fla Astral Novas.

Yet, as ti went on, he was studying them.

The movents of their shadows.

Predicting the trajectories of their attacks.

Umbral Pirouette—his battle style—was at full display.

His sharp instincts, honed from his encounter with the mad female Asura commander from his grueso ti during the first simulation, proved their purpose.

One against three.

It was becoming easy for Darkhaven, yet perplexing for his attackers.

Each of their attacks was t with lethal precision.

Blocks, parries, strikes, Astral Novas, Ragnaroks.

The whole region had beco a do of cataclysmic clashes, each one making the void recoil in fear, painting everywhere in overtones of affinities.

Kailen was spamming skills endlessly.

He was wearing them out.

This was becoming a battle of attrition.

Kailen was akin to a machine, a calculating nace on the battlefield.

He stood firm, calm, yet strangely, maniacal.

He evaded, blocked, parried.

Struck back, pushing them back. Each attack, more lethal.

It beca an endless cycle. One that his opponents grew tired of.

The sickening part was the mad grin the bastard wore on his crimson face.

He was enjoying this.

"More, more, more, more. Haaahaaha."

What type of monster was this?

Was he really a rank 1 beginner stage Ascendant level lifeform?

Was he overpowering them?

Was this bastard predicting their attack patterns?

It was as though he had eyes everywhere.

Of course he did.

His shadow sense was his eyes.

His insane perception was his eyes.

His battle instincts, incredulously honed, were his eyes.

His battle style, Umbra Pirouette, was his eyes.

Yet they didn’t have to know.

"It’s ti to end this."

Having fully mirrored their patterns and integrated everything there was to their attacks into his own, Kailen could fully see through them.

His gaze locked sharply on the gno.

The fellow felt raw, palpable fear as he stared into Kailen’s eyes.

"You’re the most troubleso."

With that, Kailen moved, weaving through the attacks with undeterred agility, his focus the gno.

Attacks were launched by the trio, aid at preventing him from getting close to the gno, an attempt to buy ti to trigger a teleportation artifact to disappear from this death-sentencing battle.

Yet, their attempts proved futile.

"Astral Nova."

A death sentence.

The gno blinked his eyes—the last.

His vision cartwheeled. Head separated from body, tumbled and ca to a halt.

Dead eyes, full of agony and surprise.

Dark crimson blood flowed like a fountain.

Headless body plumted.

The twins couldn’t register when it happened.

Only their jaws registered the pain.

Sickening, raw pain.

Incessant.

Beaten and pumled like pinyatas.

Over and over again.

Each punch ,

Each kick coated with agonising, sickening lightning and flas.

They could only helplessly accept their fates as they were dragged across the plane in brutal beatings .

They cursed their distant aunt.

Why did she have to get them involved?

They were geniuses, had bright futures, had they not been dragged into this ss.

If only they could go back in ti to undo this ss.

Yet, it was impossible.

Weakly, they stared at their predator in what they deed their final monts.

Those crimson eyes—calm, ominous, crazed.

A brutal maniac.

A sick psychopath who revelled in torturing his enemies.

They were dood. No doubt.

This bastard would probably torture them to his heart’s content before he kills them.

"Well, isn’t this fun?"

Kailen stated, his gaze bearing on their weak, pathetic forms—bruised, mangled, broken, and battered.

"Pweeeseee... just.. kwill wuasss."

The masculine twin stated.

Kailen grinned.

"Don’t worry. You will be dying. But first, I need so answers," Kailen said.

"Art of Torture. 4th skill—Truth Cage."