Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 912

Chapter 912 Worthy

The stillness shattered.

A deafening roar of mana erupted, surging outward like a tidal wave, shaking the obsidian ground and obliterating the silence.

The darkened world was consumed by a blinding blue storm, its radiant light devouring everything in its path.

The figure's feral eyes narrowed into pinpricks. His arm, which had been tearing toward Atticus's head, froze mid air.

With a snarl, he pulled it back, crossing it over his head like a shield.

But then it hit.

The storm slammed into him with the force of a tsunami crashing against a cliff, relentless and merciless.

His muscles bulged as he took a step back, his feet grinding into the hard ground. The gale tore at him, shards of mana slicing through the air like countless blades.

'I can withstand this,' he thought calmly, his gaze sharpening as he anchored himself.

But then—

A burst of light flared from the storm, impossibly bright. The figure's eyes widened.

'What?!'

The storm detonated.

The explosion was monstrous, an ear-splitting cacophony as the shockwave shattered the air and tore through the battlefield.

The ground fractured and groaned under the pressure, ripples of blue energy radiating outward with devastating force.

The figure was hurled backward, his body twisting uncontrollably as the sheer force flung him through the air.

'Interesting… interesting…' his thoughts raced even as his senses spun. He flipped mid-air, stabilizing himself, and skidded violently across the ground.

Sparks and shards of obsidian scattered as he came to a halt. The mana storm continued to rage around him. The air felt suffocatingly heavy, as though gravity itself had multiplied.

He narrowed his crimson gaze toward the source of the attack.

But Atticus was already gone.

His gaze flickered to the side.

'There.'

In a flash, Atticus appeared, his movements like lightning, too fast to follow. The blinding blue katana carved through the storm as it descended toward the figure's neck with terrifying precision.

'He's fast.'

The figure's eyes trembled. The shift in speed was staggering. Too stark. Moments ago, Atticus had struggled to keep up. Now, he was relentless, his movements sharper, faster, overwhelming.

The figure's eyes narrowed.

'I'll adjust to his strength.'

His aura exploded outward, more feral, more powerful. His speed surged, and in a single, swift motion, he darted backward, narrowly evading the slash.

Their eyes locked briefly before both figures vanished into the storm.

Blades clashed. Sparks flew.

The storm fueled Atticus, his strikes coming from every direction, lethal and unrelenting. The figure dodged, weaving through the onslaught, his expression growing darker with each passing moment. _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

Dodge. Dodge. Dodge.

And yet, with each exchange, Atticus's power seemed to climb higher. Faster. Stronger.

The figure's thoughts scrambled.

'This is impossible.'

As he dodged another strike from Atticus, his eyes caught his reflection in the blazing katana.