"What are you waiting for!"
The bald man raised his hand high, causing the beastly Lunas to completely freeze as his limbs were bound tightly, unable to shift or turn.
Immediately following that, a stormy barrage of attacks surged forth.
From the sky, countless stars plummeted straight toward Lunas, while from deep underground, thousands of sharp spikes erupted in rapid succession, impaling Lunas's legs.
However, was the battle truly going to be that simple?
"AGHHH!"
The bald man clutched his eyes, unconsciously canceling his magic.
"T-That bastard spat out a tooth..."
Lunas instantly broke free and charged straight toward the group, stepping directly on the ground spikes without hesitation to leap forward.
"HOLD HIM BACK!"
SWISH!
Hundreds of star beams pierced right through Lunas's body, yet they failed to deal even a sliver of damage. Lunas continued his relentless charge, raising his claws.
CLACK!
CLANG!
Lunas's hands were abruptly halted by iron bars; Promet had managed to block Lunas in time with a cross shaped guard.
BOOM!
Countless arcs of lightning and howling winds continuously crushed down on Lunas, pushing him backward. Lunas retreated two steps under the assault, flexing his muscles before shielding his head to block the stormy barrage of attacks.
Promet twirled his two iron bars, taking advantage of the momentum to unleash a furious flurry of attacks on Lunas. Yet it seemed these rapid strikes could hardly deal any real damage.
Regardless, Promet never believed he could do much on his own. He retreated backward, transforming into a flash of lightning to teleport toward the crowd.
The whole process took less than a second, but the moment Promet opened his eyes, he found a dark silhouette right before his nose.
"!"
Promet could not breathe, for the entire world seemed to freeze in that single instant.
In that split second, he saw a dague flying toward his eye, and mere inches away, death reached out to touch him.
PLUNGE!
"Promet!"
Promet clutched his head, gripping the hilt of the dagger and gritting his teeth to yank it from his eye socket.
"AGHHHH!"
Promet frantically pressed around the underside of his eye, attempting to stem the bleeding, yet from that bloodied socket, a golden iris exposed beneath still stared intently at Lunas.
In Promet's vision, the entire world was dyed blood red, leaving only a massive dark silhouette steadily advancing.
"Keep attacking!"
Promet roared, and everyone resumed their stormy sequence of attacks.
"H-He..."
Yet with just those few seconds of distraction, they had lost sight of Lunas's figure. When a girl glanced around, her entire field of vision suddenly inverted upside down.
"Detach!"
The girl shrieked, and the figure of Lunas behind her suddenly broke apart into thousands of cubes, revealing a single cube housing a beating heart.
She clutched her own head—severed by Lunas moments prior—and carefully reattached it while the others charged forward to attack.
Body magic was indeed remarkably frail; it was far too simple, consisting of little more than a hardened physical vessel where every aspect was tailored solely for close quarters combat...
Yet precisely because it was so simple, so weak in every other regard, it became overwhelming in its singular specialty: absolute control over one's own body.
Promet suddenly recalled voices echoing from a distant past.
'Damn it...'
He clutched his head, attempting to execute his magic while surveying his surroundings.
His eyes could barely see through the blood red haze, forcing him to avoid hitting his own teammates—a constraint that acted like a heavy shackle holding him back.
Gritting his teeth, he looked forward to where everyone had surrounded Lunas, preparing to finish him off.
Lunas flexed his muscles, and instantly, the detached body parts shifted right back to their original places, leaving everyone frozen in shock.
The circular formation had now turned into a slaughter for Lunas; this was the price paid by those who fought without knowing how to fight.
Stepping forward, he spun around and unleashed a high side kick, sending the person directly in front of him flying backward.
Instantly, he planted his hands on the ground, unleashing a dance of death with his bare, scar covered body.
The Brazilian dance of death, the martial art of Capoeira—a technique that would soon be etched deep into the marrow of anyone daring to witness it.
BOOM!
In less than five seconds, everyone within the attack circle took endless blows aimed straight at their vital points and heads.
The ground cracked beneath the force of Lunas's invisible kicks, sending rocks and debris high into the air, only for Lunas to raise his leg and launch dozens of rapid strikes into the stones, hurling them toward the onlookers further away.
"Ugh!"
Corin strained his strength, reluctantly raising a wave of muddy earth from underground to block the bullet like projectile strikes.
As for the gray haired youth, he could only gasp in sheer horror.
"Engaging in close quarters combat while simultaneously dealing long range chip damage... impossible to scatter, yet impossible to group up... What is the meaning of this?"
In just two minutes, seven people had lost their lives, leaving only five...
Yet Lunas abruptly froze, staggered, and collapsed to the ground.
CRACKLE!
Reality gradually shattered, revealing a line of survivors charging forward to fight Lunas to the death.
Vibration Magic: Cognitive Illusion.
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