Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1173

'The longer this goes on… the worse it becomes.'

Ozeroth grimaced, blocking a vicious strike aimed to cleave him clean in two.

With the Armor of Ruin activated, every strike he landed only made the King stronger.

Each attack was devoured, converted into raw power that fueled the King's next blow, making him fiercer, faster, and more relentless with every passing second.

But just like when they'd battled in the Spirit World… Ozeroth had found a weakness.

'I have to go for the head.'

It was the only part of the King's body left uncovered by the Armor of Ruin. And Ozeroth had every intention of exploiting that.

As their weapons were about to collide again, Ozeroth's form suddenly dispersed, bursting into smoke mid-swing. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

The Spirit King's eyes sharpened.

"This again?"

He spun fast, but then his gaze locked onto a sight that made his eyes narrow dangerously.

All around him… were Ozeroths.

Each one identical. Same form. Same aura.

Same hammer, hurtling down towards his exposed head.

'I can't identify the real one…'

His frown deepened. His voice rang out:

"Flesh of Many."

From his body, multiple arms erupted, each one holding a spiritual sword of its own.

His stance shifted mid air, blades dancing in tandem as he tore through the skies, reaching for every incoming hammer.

But what happened next… made the Spirit King raise an eyebrow for the first time.

Each of the Ozeroths burst into smoke, engulfing him in a thick, swirling haze.

"Tricks!"

He roared, and a violent blast erupted from him, clearing the fog in a flash of spiritual wave.

'Where is he?'

The Spirit King's eyes darted sharply around the battlefield, scanning for his foe. But Ozeroth was nowhere to be found.

Then, the realization struck him like a spear.

'A distraction…'

His gaze snapped upward, and there he was.

Ozeroth.

Descending fast with his hammer raised. And his target… the King's head.

The Spirit King's expression darkened.

"You think too much of yourself."

The spiritual energy around him churned violently, then erupted outward in a storm of force, catching Ozeroth mid-descent and hurling him across the battlefield like a missile.

Ozeroth twisted mid-air, grinding to a stop, then straightened.

His eyes locked forward, narrowing at the sight forming before him.

The spiritual energy around the King surged and spiraled.

It morphed, twisted and then… formed.

A massive construct emerged, taking shape in the sky above.

A behemoth so tall… it seemed to scrape the heavens themselves.

Ozeroth's wide eyes locked onto the figure inside the head of the towering construct, the Spirit King, standing like a god within a god.

He clenched his fists.

A surge of spiritual energy erupted from his body, exploding outward, morphing rapidly, expanding until it too formed a titan, standing across from the Spirit King's behemoth.

There was no hesitation.

Both giants raised their arms.

And then, then clashed.