Chapter 484 Shifting

Chapter 484 Shifting

To Luther, everything he had just witnessed was hard to believe. He had heard that the human they were after had defeated Prince Zekaron while he was just at Intermediate+ rank.

Hearing that, Luther had immediately dismissed it as bullshit, and truly it was. No one in their right mind would believe something like that.

He had believed that there was a mistake somewhere, maybe he had some help? That was what he believed.

However, his entire belief had just been shattered into countless pieces within the first few seconds of fighting this same human.

It was hard to describe exactly what it was. Was he overwhelmingly powerful? Was he incredibly fast? Could he see into the future?

Those thoughts kept ringing in Luther's mind. Atticus's movements were swift yet not too swift that they couldn't react to it. However, Luther couldn't help but be baffled by the unfolding events. Just what was this human?

A sickening crunch suddenly resounded in the area, followed by Lucienta's figure being sent flying backward, brutally hitting the wall headfirst with a sickening thud.

Luther's expression changed. Ignoring the bulging pain in his right leg, a long bone-made sword suddenly formed in his hand, both hands gripping it over his head tightly.

Luther's stance shifted, his right leg stomping forward, his stance firming.

At dizzying speed, the bone-made sword descended downwards, cleaving the air toward Atticus's figure in the air.

After freeing himself from the notion that water only had one movement, it was as if a whole reservoir of knowledge had suddenly opened up.

Water could flow like a stream, moving smoothly and continuously, and at the same time, water could also surge forward like a crashing wave. But this was far from being the only thing water could do.

The nature of Atticus's movement changed, his body's momentum suddenly shifting in a fluid motion, akin to the rapid change in direction of a swift current.

Atticus's mind was clear, his whole being serene. Ever since the battle began, it was as though he was lost in a trance. He wasn't even focused on his two opponents again.

He didn't care about the panicked look on Luther's face as the bone spikes neared him, nor would he, if he could see them, care about the millions of students who were on the edge of their seats watching his screen.

There was only one thing on his mind: water.

Ever since he awakened his bloodline, Atticus had always thought that his ability to control multiple elements was a blessing and filled with all positives.

But because his powers had been restrained in this competition, with him having to only use a select few, Atticus was able to form a connection that he wouldn't have formed had he not been restricted.

This fact made him realize something: the fact that he had multiple elements right from the start was nothing more than limiting.

In just a few days, Atticus had made so much progress in his water element than he had otherwise made in all the years he had it.

The elements weren't just a tool for him to manipulate; this was far from the end goal. You not only had to use it, you had to become it.

And become it was what Atticus did.

Once again, the nature of Atticus's movement suddenly shifted.

Akin to trickling water, Atticus moved.

He darted and weaved like a trickling stream, his movements quick and unpredictable, slipping through the gaps between the incoming bone spikes.

Trickling effortlessly, Atticus evaded the bone spikes from every direction.

Without missing a beat, the nature of Atticus's movement shifted once more.