Chapter 225 Stream

Chapter 225 Stream

The air seemed to distort around each of the water strands in response to the sheer heat.

Then, Atticus turned his cold gaze towards the approaching beasts, and with coiled tension in his legs, Atticus moved.

His figure flowed through the horde of beasts like water, a seamless stream weaving through the chaos.

Each water strand extending from his fingers transformed into lethal whips, seamlessly passing through the forms of each beast he encountered.

Their bodies, unable to withstand the onslaught, instantly fragmented and split in to multiple pieces.

Atticus was moving at a speed that wasn't too fast or blinding, but even then, none of the beasts were able to react to it.

The last time Atticus had used water mimicry in an actual battle had been long, very long.

And that time, the movement of water that he could mimic was superficial at best. It wasn't surprising, as it was around that time he just started learning the art when he had used it to easily defeat Aurora in the combat challenges.

But after years of constant practice and training, Atticus had improved his proficiency in it to staggering levels. noVe/lb/In

Atticus's form continued to flow seamlessly through the relentless tsunami of beasts, each movement a mesmerizing dance of precision and lethality.

The large strands of water, now resembling serpentine tendrils, danced and whipped wildly in the air.

With each sinuous motion, they mutilated the forms of the approaching beasts, leaving nothing but a trail of gore and blood in Atticus's wake.

But Atticus wasn't done.

Simultaneously, he once again directed his focus to the water element. Hundreds of beads of water materialized in the air, their size growing exponentially with each passing millisecond.

Although it looked so unbelievable for a 15 year old to display this kind of power, it was still visually pleasing to the eye.

He made it look so easy, as though displaying this kind of power was as easy as breathing to him.

Many of the youths, especially the ones from the normal family, all couldn't help but imagine themselves being that powerful; it would surely feel good.

The battle continued for more than 2 hours, with Atticus's carnage never stopping for even a single second.

Unlike the first time where the beasts were called back during the battle, this time no such thing occurred.

The youths were left to deal with the full brunt of the army, and after 2 hours of relentless and intense battle, the last of the beasts were killed.

As soon as the last beast fell, a collective exhale resonated through the entire battlefield.

The metallic clatter of armor hitting the earth echoed across the expanse as each youth dropped their weapons and shields, collapsing onto the ground.

Their chests rose and fell, their breathing labored and heavy, completely disregarding the current state of the earth beneath them.

They were all completely and utterly exhausted.

2 hours of continuous battles! They had each all completely strained themselves to the absolute limit in order to keep up with everything.

But despite the complete feeling of exhaustion, every single one of them had big smiles on their faces as they kept trying to catch their breaths.

If anyone had told them a month ago that they could accomplish what they had just accomplished now, they would have all tagged that person as a fool.

They each knew that their strength didn't improve significantly; they knew that it was mostly thanks to their equipment and the strategies and formation that they had followed, but even then, they had all gained valuable fighting experience.

Compared to their past selves, it was still a huge gain.

The battleground descended into silence, with only the sounds of the youths' breaths sounding.