Chapter 281: No Longer Holding Back!

Chapter 281: Chapter 281: No Longer Holding Back!

He couldn’t be bothered with the noisy barrage of comments and refocused his attention on his target.

Whether the opponent was crippled or whatever, since this was a fight, they would let their fists do the talking.

He only hoped this person wasn’t too fragile, turning into ash with a single punch—that would be too boring.

[System Notification: Both parties are ready. Program, commence.]

The instant the notification sound fell silent, fierce orange-red flames erupted around Kalpas!

The high temperature warped the air, and the sand beneath his feet instantly turned to glass!

Without any prelude or probing, his figure blurred for an instant where he stood—

Bang!

Almost simultaneously with the sound, his fist, wrapped in raging flames, slammed heavily into the spot where the wheelchair had been.

The sand exploded, leaving a charred pit several meters in diameter, its edges consisting of molten, bubbling, lava-like material, as high-temperature steam whistled upwards.

But, the wheelchair and the person were gone.

Kalpas maintained his punching posture and slowly turned his head.

About ten meters to his side, the wheelchair stood quietly, only now it had turned its direction.

Sitting in the wheelchair, the woman named Aglaea was now facing him.

She wore a simple yet exquisite pale gold gown, her hands folded neatly in her lap, sitting with an elegance befitting a tea party rather than a battlefield.

She had a pale and beautiful face, but her eyes—a green like the finest jade—were hollow and lifeless, lacking any focus or highlight, merely gazing in the general direction of Kalpas.

There were no words, no expression, but the invisible pressure was heavier than before.

A stream of comments instantly flashed across the screen:

[Pardofelis: Wow! So fast! How did she move?!]

[Kevin: Spatial movement? No... it’s pure speed. I only saw an extremely blurry afterimage.]

[Elysia: Wow! Kalpas, you need to be careful! This young lady looks quite formidable~!]

[Cyrene: Mr. Kalpas, please be extremely careful! Miss Aglaea’s state might be... different from normal understanding! Her’speed’ is highly abnormal!]

Kalpas’s mouth curved into a fanatical arc beneath his mask.

Fast speed? Interesting!

"Dodging and weaving... what kind of skill is that!"

He let out a low roar, no longer holding back!

The flames around him instantly multiplied several times, the color shifting from orange-red to a deeper crimson. The high temperature scorched the air within dozens of meters, making it crackle, evaporating the seawater and causing white mist to spread!

The sand beneath his feet completely transformed into a churning pool of magma!

This time, he no longer pursued extreme surprise attack speed, but concentrated his wild power into his right fist. He charged toward Aglaea in the wheelchair like a launched meteor, carrying the might to incinerate everything!

Where his fist edge passed, even space seemed slightly warped by the scorching heat!

However—

The figure in the wheelchair vanished again like a phantom.

Kalpas’s mountain-splitting punch only shattered a cluster of suddenly dispersed, hair-thin, pale gold light particles.

But a sense of extreme, sharp crisis suddenly assailed him from his side!

Kalpas’s battle instincts instantly went into overdrive!

He didn’t even turn around; his burning left arm swung violently backward as if anticipating the attack, and the flame crystals condensed at his elbow fiercely collided with something hard and sharp!

Clang—!!!

A deafening clash of metal exploded!

The shockwave rippled out in a ring, sweeping away the surrounding sand and white mist!

Kalpas used the force to slide forward several meters, stabilized himself, and then turned to face the attacker.

It was a humanoid object... suspended about half a meter above the ground.

It looked like an extremely delicate, perfectly proportioned classical humanoid Tailor’s dummy, rendered entirely in elegant warm white and pale gold.

It had no head, its neck tapering smoothly.

It wore a sharply tailored, aesthetically pleasing yellow-and-white formal suit, one hand behind its back, the other gripping a slender, guardless silver single-handed straight sword, whose blade shimmered with a faint golden halo.

"Tailor."

The comments immediately reacted:

[Big Tribbie (Tiresias): Be careful! That is Agy’s ’Tailor’! It is her Romantic Divinity creation! It is extremely agile and very powerful in attack!]

Kalpas merely let out a cold snort: "A flashy piece of junk!"

Before his words finished, he had already taken the initiative to attack!

He stomped his right foot hard on the ground. Amidst the splashing magma, he shot toward the floating Tailor like a cannonball, his burning right fist aiming straight for its chest with the force of a collapsing mountain!

The Tailor did not meet the blow head-on.

Its figure left a pale gold afterimage where it was, but its main body appeared behind and to the side of Kalpas at near-teleportation speed. The rapier in its hand struck silently, like a viper’s tongue, aiming for the vital point of Kalpas’s back neck!

The speed was too fast!

But Kalpas seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; his burning left arm blocked the attack again at an incredible, counter-joint angle.

However, this time, the sense of crisis not only failed to dissipate but surged toward him from all directions like a tsunami!

His crimson pupils suddenly constricted.

Centered on him, countless delicate, almost transparent threads, which nonetheless refracted pale gold light, had silently appeared in the air, on the ground, and even on the gloomy sea surface within dozens of meters.

These threads crisscrossed, dense and airtight, forming a massive and precise invisible cage that completely enveloped him.

Every thread seemed to possess life, trembling slightly according to some rhythm, transmitting the slightest movement of air, the rolling of sand grains, the flickering of flames... all information, toward a certain source.

Kalpas looked in the direction where the threads converged—it was precisely where the wheelchair was located.

Those dense Golden Threads ultimately connected to the fingertips of her folded hands.

She remained expressionless, her hollow green eyes watching the battlefield, as if reading a poem composed of countless details.

The comments section exploded:

[Fu Hua: What are those threads? Some kind of sensory network?]

[Big Tribbie: They are ’Golden Threads’! Because the flaw Agy bears is blindness, she used ’Romantic Divinity’ to weave these Golden Threads, replacing her sight to perceive the world! They can capture the slightest movement, and all information is fed back to Agy’s fingertips in real-time!]

[Anaxa: Trouble. With the Golden Threads present, Kalpas’s every move, even the subtle tendency of his muscle exertion, is under Aglaea’s absolute control.]

[Aponia: Not only that... she can probably use the information transmitted by the Golden Threads to predict Kalpas’s next move. This is... Insight.]

[Pardofelis: Hiss—How, how can he fight this? Brother Kalpas looks like a... uh, a big fireball trapped in a spiderweb? Will those threads cut Brother Kalpas into pieces? That’s terrifying!]

Just as Pardo said, the situation on the battlefield rapidly deteriorated!

The Tailor’s speed received a terrifying boost within the network formed by the Golden Threads!

It was no longer a single attack, but transformed into countless streaks of pale gold light, launching a storm of stabs at Kalpas from every conceivable and inconceivable angle—up, down, left, right, front, and back—without pause!

Every sword strike was precise, swift, and vicious, aiming directly at his weak points!

Kalpas roared repeatedly, using both fists and feet, his flames soaring, burning through the nearby Golden Threads and blasting away the Tailor’s attacks.

But his speed was clearly more than a step slower compared to the Tailor, who moved like a fish in water within the domain of Golden Threads!

His massive power often struck empty air or was avoided by the opponent by a hair’s breadth, while the opponent’s rapier always found gaps, leaving wounds, shallow or deep, on his sturdy flame armor and tough physique.

Sizzle! A streak of sword light sliced across his shoulder, drawing a trail of sparks and blood beads.

Sizzle! Another streak of sword light grazed his calf, tearing through the flame protection.

The red health bar above Kalpas’s head, which symbolized his life status, began to decrease at a steady and slow, yet undeniable, pace.

At the same time, the accumulated injuries on his body increased; though not fatal, they were constantly draining his stamina and concentration.

Frustration!

Extreme frustration!

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