Chapter 766 A Roar
Atticus moved like a current through the water, his body merging seamlessly with the intense flow. Every movement was fluid, each shift almost invisible as he glided effortlessly.
He was everywhere and nowhere at once, untraceable.
Carius's eyes sharpened, his instincts screaming at him. An intense wave of danger gripped him, and without hesitation, he focused his power, teleporting out of his position and reappearing in the distance.
In the next moment, a sword abruptly sliced down, cutting through the space where he had stood just a second before, the intense water splitting from the force of the blow.
But his alternate self wasn't as fortunate.
The alternate Carius sensed the danger a second too late. He glanced up and quickly raised his arm, compressing space around him in an attempt to block the attack.
But it was futile.
Atticus's blade phased through the barrier as if it didn't exist. The sword cleaved through the alternate Carius from head to toe, splitting him in a swift, clean cut.
Blackish blood spilled into the surrounding water, staining it as the two halves of his body floated apart. It lasted only a moment, as the space around the body crumbled, and the intense current tore it to shreds.
Carius's eyes widened, and for the first time, an intense shock filled his face.
He and his alternate self possessed about the same power levels, yet Atticus's attack had phased through his defenses as though they didn't exist.
The air around Carius crackled as the space reacted violently. Due to the water pressure, he had sustained slight injuries when he teleported, leaving many small cuts across his form, but he paid them no heed. He had more pressing matters at hand.
'39 seconds,'
That thought echoed in Carius's head as Atticus reappeared, the water swirling around him like an extension of his body. His eyes remained fixed on Carius, the killing intent only growing stronger.
He unleashed another swift slash, the water parting due to its intense force.
"20 seconds," he counted in his head. It was a blow to his pride, to his name, and it hurt him to admit it—he just had to survive until the time was up.
But in the intense situation, Carius had forgotten something incredibly important.
As the azure slashes rained down, Atticus suddenly appeared in front of him like a rushing wave, his katana moving with lethal precision toward Carius's neck.
Carius's instincts screamed at him to teleport, but just as he tried, Atticus's gaze flared.
The space molecules around them came under Atticus's control, no longer responding to Carius's commands.
Carius's eyes widened, and for the first time, he felt something he hadn't expected—fear.
He sensed the danger, but it was too late. Atticus's katana sliced clean through, almost severing Carius's neck entirely.
Every single person watching held their breath, many in the process of pulling their hair out.
But as the blade neared the final edge, the entire world trembled violently, the rules of reality shifting in an instant.
Both Atticus and Carius felt the change, an unstoppable force neither could resist.
A golden glow enveloped Carius, stopping his head from getting severed, and a message flashed in front of Atticus:
"Carius Valarius is unable to participate and will be teleported out. Congratulations, the winner of this battle is Atticus Ravenstein."
The entire world seemed to pause as the dome's water slowly settled, and the blue energy filling the space began to dissipate.
Atticus's intense gaze remained fixed as Carius's form vanished, the golden light teleporting him away.
The battle was over, but the killing intent in Atticus's eyes didn't disappear; it kept growing in intensity.
Atticus's mind was clouded, but the entirety of the human domain watching the live stream felt differently.
A roar that shook the heavens erupted, rocking the planet.