Chapter 430 Scared

Chapter 430 Scared

The earth trembled as the air quaked.

The massive figure of the ginormous robot rocketed towards Atticus's form, the sheer momentum of its advance creating a whirlwind of sound that filled the room with a deafening cacophony.

Without missing a beat, it pulled its massive right hand back for a punch, its form tensing and bulging, the metallic armor groaning at the sheer force of the muscles.

And with sudden and unstoppable momentum that seemed to defy the laws of physics, it unleashed a punch, the attack hitting Atticus akin to the weight of a falling mountain.

The result was cataclysmic.

The ground in a 200-meter radius around them shuddered and convulsed, fissures splitting open like wounds in the earth's surface while the very air seemed to scream in protest, torn asunder by the sheer violence of the blow.

But unlike what any sensible individual watching this scene would have assumed, the opposite happened.

Despite the fact that Atticus's form was basically a twig compared to the robot's, the force of the punch didn't shoot Atticus's figure back.

He didn't even stagger!

If one should get a closer look, they would see the army of tiny pentagon pieces of the suit had coalesced at the point of impact and had deftly absorbed and evenly distributed the force of the punch across the entirety of Atticus's body, an intense amount of ripples spreading out across his form.

Atticus only had time to be shocked about this unexpected development before he suddenly felt something stir inside him.

It was a weird feeling, as though there was currently a staggering amount of pure energy available for him to utilize.

Atticus didn't ponder on this feeling for long and immediately acted.

The multitudes of waves on Atticus's form all seemed to ripple towards his arm, and in the next instant, Atticus's right hand shot forward like an explosive cannon, immediately hitting the metallic chest of the massive robot.

With his newly increased perception, Atticus easily evaded each one of the robot's attacks. The incredible and intense temperature that usually affected him before hadn't even caused the slightest amount of discomfort for Atticus.

If anything, he felt as though the room got colder!

If Atticus's face hadn't been covered by the red shroud, his intense grin would have been blinding.

The battle went on for a while until Atticus started noticing something. It was something he hadn't been paying attention to, but because he had just realized the time that had passed, it suddenly dawned on him: he wasn't getting tired!

There was not a single feeling of fatigue or drain in his form. Atticus felt as good as new.

As he scrutinized his form inwardly, Atticus had immediately found out the reason for this and had immediately slowly paused, and this pause was because he had suddenly gotten a bit scared.

'Isn't this too much?' Atticus wondered. From what he had just found out, his suit was passively using mana to heal every single drain or his fatigue that afflicted him.

Basically, it was passively recovering his stamina without him having to do anything whatsoever.

However, this disbelief about how overpowered the suit was soon deadened in his head as a devastating punch suddenly struck Atticus, sending his form shooting through the air, tumbling down against the earth for a few hundred meters.

Atticus didn't focus on the damage the punch had caused, nor did he focus on the fast-approaching blazing robot.

He was only focused on one thing: the intense amount of pain that had suddenly wracked his head.

Atticus's gaze shot towards the suit's core and saw that large throbbing vein-like lines had suddenly appeared around the pentagon-shaped gem embedded on his chest.

And in the next instant, Atticus felt his control over his body abruptly cut off.

He only had time to be shocked before the massive form of robot Jared's hammer appeared inches away from his face.