Chapter 352 Finish

Chapter 352 Finish

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?Atticus lay on the ground, his eyes wide open as he gazed at the massive hammer that was suspended inches away from his face.

If it had been just a few inches lower, Atticus would have had his head crushed.

As soon as the AI voice sounded, the massive golden form of the robot, which currently looked like the embodiment of the sun God, lifted the massive golden hammer away from Atticus's face effortlessly and stood up straight.

The large smile on its face remained unchanged as it walked away from Atticus and went to stand on one side of the space. The golden glow surrounding its body dimmed until it regained its silver color, its massive hammer fading away into the air.

Atticus breathed heavily, his chest heaving upwards and downwards as he desperately tried to catch his breath.

The battle had been far too intense. The katana kept on vibrating intensely, its sharp end pointed at the robot standing a few meters away. It was clear it wanted nothing more than to rip it to pieces, but unfortunately it's user was finding it hard to lift up a finger right now.

After a few minutes, Atticus released a large exhale and sat up straight, this small action sending a whole wave of pain through his form.

Atticus winced.

'It's been a long while,' Atticus thought with a small chuckle. The only time he ever ended up this beaten up was when he was training with Magnus. Atticus couldn't help but miss it a little bit.

But at the next instant of having this thought, Atticus shivered. Magnus was even more brutal that the robot.

Contrary to the robot's current flawless form, Atticus had inflicted a great amount of damage and attacks on it, but despite all his suffering, at the end, the robot would simply heal them as though they were scratches.

It was as if they could use the energy from the sun to augment, heal, and replenish their stamina.

Its regeneration capabilities were endless, its energy endless, stamina endless; Atticus's defeat was completely inevitable even if he had used everything he had.

Atticus checked the time on his artifact and seeing that the time had gone and it was already late, he released a deep breath and decided to call it a day.

Atticus gave the robot a long, cold look before shutting down the program, and after triple-checking if his data had truly been deleted, he left the training room.

The camp was already dark by the time he finished, but there were still a lot of students strolling about the campgrounds.

Atticus walking through the camp had always drawn attention, but this was usually one of respect and reverence. There was only one thing on the students' faces as Atticus walked by each of them: complete and absolute shock.

There was no one amongst them who wouldn't be utterly shocked if they saw Atticus's current form.

He actually got injured?

It seemed so absurd that such a thing was possible. The Atticus they knew, the same white-haired devil was reduced to this state? It was too much to bear.

'Shit, I forgot to change my clothes,' Atticus thought. Although his body had completely healed, his clothes were still burnt and charred black.

Atticus released a short sigh, 'I guess there's no helping it,' he ignored the curious gazes that tried to bore into him and continued walking.

After a few seconds, Atticus got to his destination, his gaze facing upwards and gazing at the form of the imposing mansion.