Chapter 277 Spamming
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As Atticus's eyes pierced through the darkness, his gaze meeting the blood red eyes of the Shadow Seraphon, his lips curled up into a satisfying grin.
"Found you," Atticus's words sounded, causing the Shadow Seraphon to feel shivers coursing through every inch of its whole being. It was a feeling it hardly ever felt, one it hated feeling to the core.
Before the beast could even recover from its severed tendrils, multiple silver slates suddenly appeared in Atticus's hand as he instantly channeled his mana into each of them, tossing them in every corner across the expansive space. The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Ñøv€l-B!n.
Each of them instantly lit up with intensity, illuminating the once pitch black space.
Atticus's gaze instantly focused on the massive figure of the beast dangling down from the ceiling, using some of its massive tendrils to hang onto some of the stalagmites sticking out from the ceiling.
"It healed," Atticus muttered to himself.
The Shadow Seraphon's looks didn't change much from the last time he had fought the beast.
It still maintained its earlier appearance with its blood red eyes, massive round torso, and an incalculable number of tendrils sticking out from its top and bottom.
And this was exactly what Atticus had been focused on— the Shadow Seraphon's tendrils.
The last time Atticus had fought with the beast, he had completely decimated the Shadow Seraphon, mutilating basically all of its tendrils.
But now, they had all grown back and looked even more imposing and bigger.
Atticus shook his head and decided to stop thinking about useless stuff for now. He had come here to train, and he would do just that.
Atticus instantly deactivated the currently useless ethereal cloak and focused on his storage ring.
SCREEEECHHHH!
The Shadow Seraphon snapped out of its fear with a loud screech.
Its intensity was so alarming that the ground shook and the whole cave trembled.
Its eyes glowed with red intensity as a palpable dark aura suddenly erupted from the beast. Its form grew in mass, its already massive tendrils becoming even bigger.
The Shadow Seraphon parted its monstrous maw. Within the gaping darkness, an ominous and palpable aura condensed, expanding with an unsettling intensity.
In the blink of an eye, a malevolent dark beam surged forth from the creature's cavernous mouth.
It cut through the air with a swift and threatening speed, aimed directly at Atticus, casting an eerie glow on the surrounding shadows.
Atticus was well aware of the properties of that dark beam. He knew what it was capable of, and he had no intention of going through what happened the last time once again.
Atticus stretched his hand in front of himself, and a golden slate instantly appeared in the next instant.
He instantly felt his body becoming rigid, more firm, and more sturdy.
He manipulated his mana to coalesce around his arm, forming some kind of palpable blue shield around it, at the same time augmenting his strength to staggering levels.
Before the Shadow Seraphon could even react, Atticus unleashed a devastating punch, his fist landing on the beast's torso in the next instant.
BAAAAAAAMMMM!!
The impact was brutal, the force landing with such intensity that a clearly visible wave rippled outward from the point of impact, spreading in all directions around the massive torso of the beast.
As the wave spread across the form of the beast, it stood suspended in air for a brief second before it shot back through the cave like a comet.
The massive form of the beast hit the wall on the other side of the cave with an explosive impact.
BAAAAM!!
The cave trembled, and the intensity traveling through the cave reached the stalagmites hanging from the ceiling as they all began to break off from the top.
Their sharp ends descended at a fast speed toward the cave grounds.
SHREEEEEECHHHHHH!!
The beast released another deafening screech as it vomited liters of black substance from its mouth.
The intensity of the cave trembling reached another level as the beast's tendrils wailed and whipped about, struggling to pull itself out of the massive hole its torso was currently lodged in.
Atticus's cold eyes landed on the beast, completely ignoring the sharp stalagmites falling from every part of the cave.
He muttered under his breath,
"Air mimicry."
Atticus's form turned light, and in the next instant, weightless.
The air immediately coalesced behind him, and with a fast burst of speed, his form shot forward towards the beast.
Despite being stuck in the hole, the Shadow Seraphon still had multiple ways of attacking from a long distance.
Multiple tendrils immediately shot towards Atticus's rapidly approaching form from every conceivable angle, intending to intercept him.
Without so much as a change in expression, Atticus muttered under his breath,
"Fire mimicry."
Like unrestrained flames flickering and changing with unpredictability, Atticus's initially speeding figure flickered with such rapidity that it appeared as though small orange lights were lighting up and then immediately going off in a dark space.
With every single flicker, Atticus easily dodged every single one of the attacks.
Appearing in front of the Shadow Seraphon once again, Atticus muttered under his breath,
"Lightning mimicry,"