Chapter 1319. Lost an Arm, Grew It Back, Laughed About It. Evelyn Is Not Amused

Chapter 1319: 1319. Lost an Arm, Grew It Back, Laughed About It. Evelyn Is Not Amused

The battle had transcended combat; it had become a lesson in annihilation. Rex was no longer fighting a girl; he was deciphering a language of violence written in lightning and death.

Every strike she landed came with a name and a title for the catastrophe she unleashed.

"Thunderclap Barrage!" she screamed, though the sound was swallowed by the roar of her own power.

It wasn’t just a flurry of blows; it was a violation of physics. A thousand punches compressed into a single heartbeat.

A wall of blinding white light slammed into Rex’s torso, each strike carrying the weight of a sledgehammer.

Rat tat tat tat tat tat!

The sound was a continuous roar, like gunfire echoing off stone. His ribs didn’t just break; they pulverized, turning into fragments that pierced his own lungs.

The force was so absolute that it punched him clean off the face of the Grand Academy. He became a human bullet, tearing through the eastern wing’s great clock tower.

The ancient structure groaned a deep, metallic scream before collapsing behind him in a catastrophic avalanche of stone and brass.

The massive clock face spun end over end through the air like a dying sun before crashing into the street below, shattering into ten thousand glittering shards of glass and gears.

Rex gasped for air that wouldn’t come, his lungs filling with blood, but before he could fall, she was already moving.

"Voltaic Rail!"

With a single, precise flick of her finger, she drew a line of searing energy across the night sky. A bright, taut wire of lightning stretched between two points, humming with deadly tension.

Evelyn stepped onto it, sliding along the electrified thread without friction. She moved faster than anything; Rex had ever witnessed a streak of cobalt fury that defied inertia.

BOOM!

"Sonic Lance!"

She launched a straight kick that didn’t just hit air; it punched through the sound barrier. The resulting sonic boom was a physical shockwave that ripped through the district, shattering every single pane of glass in three neighboring blocks.

The sound was deafening, a crack that felt like the world itself was splitting open.

Then came the Arc Dance.

She began to play a game of deadly geometry, hurling bolts of lightning ahead of her in a deadly pattern, then leaping between them.

For the duration of each stride, she became the bolt, a flash of pure energy, before reappearing at the end of the arc with terrifying grace.

And then, she reached for the sky itself.

"Storm Mantle!"

The sky above Aethelgard screamed. Dark, roiling thunderheads were dragged across the heavens by some unseen hand, blotting out the stars and turning the night into an unnatural, suffocating dusk.

Then the heavens opened. Bolts of lightning from the clouds didn’t strike the ground; they ran straight down into her body.

Each strike fed her, her skin glowing with an incandescent brilliance that made her look like a fallen star. She wasn’t just using lightning; she was consuming it.

Rex fought back with the desperation of a man drowning.

"You want everything?" he roared, his voice hoarse with blood. "Take it all!"

He unleashed everything in his arsenal. He summoned Wind Blades that sliced through the air in serrated tiers, cutting through stone like butter.

He called upon Geokinesis to send earthen lances erupting from rooftops, seeking to impale her. He reached for a public fountain, bending a massive column of water into a solid mass and hurling it at her like a battering ram.

Swoosh CRACK!

The wind blades missed.

Thud Clang!

The stone lances found only empty air.

Splosh Whirr!

The water ram split harmlessly around her.

None of it touched her. She moved through his magic like a ghost passing through a curtain, her hair unruffled, her eyes cold and unblinking.

She was untouchable.

She was inevitable.

The fight spiraled across the city, a trail of destruction marking their path through the rooftops, down alleyways, and through buildings.

Finally, they descended into the great plaza, the heart of Aethelgard, the very place where Apollo had stood to give his last speech before the slaughter.

The plaza was silent now, save for the crackle of residual energy and the distant screams of the city. The moonlight struggled to pierce the storm clouds above.

Rex stood there, bleeding from every orifice, his breathing labored and wet, his body a map of bruises and fractures. He looked up, seeing her silhouette emerging from the darkness.

It was there, in the sacred space of Apollo’s memory, that she finally broke him.

The silence of the plaza was not broken; it was shattered.

Evelyn moved. She didn’t charge; she simply ceased to be where she was and became where Rex stood.

She came at his chest with a single, devastating palm thrust that sounded like a cannon blast. Before he could even gasp, she was already moving into the next.

And the next.

A chain of violence erupted. Thirty-seven blows in a single, unbroken string of impossible motion.

Thud crack crack thud.

First, elbow, knee, heel, and forehead—each impact was a concentrated detonation of cobalt lightning that cooked the air around them. The strikes weren’t just hitting his flesh; they were punching through his very essence.

His ribs shattered like porcelain; his sternum cracked under the relentless barrage.

The finale was a roundhouse kick aimed directly at the pit of his stomach. The impact was so profound it felt as though his internal organs had been liquified.

Rex was folded in half, his body convulsing as he was flung across the entire width of the plaza. He hurtled through the air like a broken thing, crashing into the splintered remains of the wooden platform where Apollo had once stood.

The ancient timber exploded into a cloud of shrapnel under his weight.

SHLICK TCHAK.

A wet, nauseating tearing sound echoed through the ruins. His right arm had been caught mid block between two collapsing beams, and as his body’s momentum carried him forward, the limb simply gave way.

It came away at the shoulder in a spray of arterial crimson, spinning across the cobblestones like a discarded rag.

Rex collapsed into the wreckage, his vision swimming in a haze of red and black. But then, something primal roared to life within his soul.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: INFINITE REGENERATION ACTIVATED]

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: SUPREME HEALING ENGAGED]

A sickly gold light erupted from the ragged stump of his shoulder. The pain was unimaginable—a white-hot agony that threatened to shatter his mind—but Supreme Healing acted as a psychic anesthetic, forcibly suppressing the neural pathways of pain.

He felt nothing but a strange, distant pressure, as if someone were gently pressing a warm hand against his shoulder. Underneath that numbness, he watched in detached fascination as his body rebuilt itself.

Bone sprouted first, jagged and white, knitting together with wet clicks; then muscle fibers wove themselves like living rope; finally, skin sealed over the wound. In seconds, the arm was whole again.

He lay there in the ruins, breathing in the smell of sawdust, blood, and burnt ozone, staring up at the broken, storm-torn sky.

Then, he started to laugh.

It was a terrible sound, a great, wet, ragged laugh that bubbled through the blood coating his throat. It was the laugh of a man who had stared into the abyss and found it beautiful.

On the far side of the plaza, hidden behind the rubble, Cassandra flinched at the sound, her hands pressed to her mouth in horror.

Rex let the splinters dig into his scalp, letting his mind go quiet. He admitted the truth to himself as plainly as one might state the temperature.

’She is perfect,’ he thought, his inner voice calm despite the carnage. ’She is the fastest thing I have ever encountered.’

He ran the calculations.

Theo at his absolute peak had been slower.

Kaeleth, the man who held time itself in his palm, had been slower.

Kaeleth had to reach for his power to manipulate the flow to prepare his tricks.

But Evelyn? Evelyn didn’t have tricks. She didn’t have a wind-up.

She had no hesitation. There was no telegraphing her intent because her intent and her action were the same thing.

There was only the next place she was going to be, and then snap, she was there.

But fear didn’t come.

Instead, a cold, analytical hunger took its place.

’I am counting,’ he thought, his consciousness retreating into the deep, quiet machine at the back of his skull. ’Every blow I failed to dodge is a data point.’

’Every broken bone is a measurement.’

’Every millisecond of delay is a variable.’ He was learning her.

He was dissecting her movement, one breath at a time, one heartbeat at a time.

He was building a model of her godhood in his mind.

He didn’t get to savor the revelation for long.

VROOOOM BOOM!

A new shape of bluish-white light tore through the darkness. Evelyn struck again, her boot connecting with his ribs with the force of a meteor.

The plaza floor beneath his back disintegrated, sending chunks of stone flying like shrapnel. The impact didn’t just hurt; it redirected his entire existence.

She drove him off the edge of the island.