Novel Full Chapter 1459 Four
Chapter 1459 Four
Sentient beings were defined by their reflexive nature.
From humans to every other race, it was the same. Should an object be suddenly hurtled towards one’s face, their first reaction would almost always be to evade.
It was instinct. A natural reaction.
It was this same reaction that the Roman soldier expected when he threw his spear.
His will wrapped around it, spiraled towards the tip like a drill burrowing underground. The speed was so absurd it zipped through the air as a streak of light. As Atticus raised his head and narrowed his eyes at the spear, the Roman soldier’s eyes gleamed.
‘We’ve got him.’
Atticus would dodge left, where his companion, the knight, waited for him with the next attack. And if he somehow managed to dodge that, the monk would descend from the sky.
It was foolproof. One that hinged on a single thing, reflex.
‘Come on… dodge.’
But Atticus did not move. As his crimson Will blazed around him, the Roman soldier’s pupils shrank.
‘Don’t tell me…’
The boy was planning on clashing directly?
‘Fool.’
The Roman soldier studied him sharply.
‘At most twenty five minor worlds.’
He could sense it from the thickness and pressure of Atticus’ will. It was impressive, but wasn’t nearly enough.
Of the four, the weakest amongst them had twenty nine minor worlds under their belt. He personally had thirty one.
‘Is it because of his true will?’
The information from the bounty had been very detailed. If that was truly the case, the Roman soldier couldn’t help but shake his head.
‘It’s not enough.’
True will or not, there was simply no way it could bridge six minor world gap. Atticus would lose.
‘I’ll kill him myself.’
There was no need for the other attacks. Just this was enough. The Roman soldier poured more power into the spear, and the will around it flared violently. He smirked.
‘It’s over.’
Atticus calmly unsheathed his katana, and a slash materialized, surging towards the descending spear.
Their collision lit up the alleyway. The smile on the Roman soldier froze as his spear split cleanly in two.
“Impossible!”
The slash continued straight for him. “Shit!”
The Roman soldier forced his composure back in place and hurled himself to the side, barely evading the slash.
He fixed his eyes back on Atticus just as the boy turned to him. For a moment, he met those cold, calculating eyes and found his pulse pounding.
‘What is he?’
“I got him!”
The Knight roared from the alley’s entrance, lowering his massive frame, his greatsword pointed straight at Atticus.
“Bull Run!”
His will blazed around him, taking the form of a colossal bull that filled the entire alley.
“No, wai—”
“I’ll crush you!” He charged with the force of a mountain, his every step rumbling the earth.
“Omnicognition.”
Atticus’ eyes flashed gold and he thrust his katana. His will flared, bursting forth in the form of a towering dragon that shot forward to meet the bull.
‘He copied it!’ The Roman soldier’s eyes widened just as the two giants clashed.
Their collision shattered buildings, rubble raining as dust swallowed the streets. A moment later, the knight blasted out of the haze, smashing through multiple buildings before slamming into a large structure and collapsing. ‘He lost.’
The Roman soldier clenched his fist, but another voice echoed from the sky.
“Palm of Judgment!”
Radiance descended from above, morphing into a giant palm that slammed into the haze, shaking the entire street. ‘Did he get him?’
The Roman thought with hope, but the monk’s face only darkened.
‘He missed! Where is he!?’
The Roman’s eyes darted about, trying to search for Atticus, but a flash of light snapped his head to the monk.
“Watch out!”
The monk turned to see a katana already descending towards him. His pulse jumped, and he was barely able to move before his waist vanished in a spray of blood and sizzling flesh. “Shit!”
For a moment, the sheer agony made the monk forget his training as he cursed. But he wasn’t even given a moment to breathe. Atticus thrusted his katana towards him.
‘I can’t evade…’
The monk closed his eyes and awaited his death. But another voice came. “Got you.”
The voice echoed from behind as a man clad in a kimono appeared behind Atticus. His blade flashed like lightning, unleashing countless strikes. ‘He won’t keep up.’
Even amongst other gods of the same rank, his attack speed was unparalleled. Though Atticus had some how been able to clash and even overpower their wills, this would be different.
‘I’ll shred him.’
Atticus spun mid thrust, and his katana flashed, meeting every slash. Sparks burst like fireworks. The man’s eyes widened.
‘He blocked!?’
How was that possible? How could he keep up with his speed?
His eyes went cold.
‘Never. I’ll increase the pace.’
“Storm Sword.”
The samurai blurred, and the world fractured into streaks of steel.
Slashes burst forth at impossible speed, tearing through the alley from every conceivable angle. But Atticus’ katana danced in his grip, crimson arcs trailing behind each motion.
He met every slash with one of his own, the clashes erupting into violent bursts of wind and light, shockwaves shredding the air around them.
In the heart of the storm, the samurai felt his pulse pounding in his ears.
‘He’s keeping up.’
This wasn’t just any speed, it was his top speed!
‘And he’s not using any will art!’
The man could feel it, this was simply how fast Atticus was. How could anyone be faster than him?
The attacks came faster, harder, piling over one another until the sky trembled under a storm of thunder.
‘He’s getting faster!’
Not just faster, but also stronger. Atticus’ strikes began to feel like he was colliding with an unbreakable wall. Vibrations shot through the man’s hand with every clash, and his speed faltered under the intense strain. But…
‘I’m losing.’
He realized it fully, locking eyes with Atticus.
‘What the hell is he?’