Chapter 303 Skill Of A Copycat

Chapter 303 Skill Of A Copycat

Northern was not used to such a high level of speed yet. Sometimes he miscalculated the time it'd take to land some strikes—since All Eyes had initially enhanced his vision, he was often used to calculating his delivered strikes before rendering them.

And now that All Eyes had evolved due to Chaos, that particular feature of his had gotten way better ever since.

Sometimes, he just stared at all his opponents, determined their locations, and with spatial awareness, he didn't need to look a second time.

However, with Chaos Eyes' four compartment view, he could now even do better. His seeing was optimized beyond human, perhaps even monster standards.

If there was anything Northern shouldn't be worried about, it was seeing at all.

Cal, after delivering a sick blow to one White Walker before him, finally paused and surveyed the battlefield.

He turned back only to see a flood of White corpses. He had most definitely killed a lot, but he knew that more of the work had been done by Northern and his clones.

And with what he had seen of Northern so far, he was beyond impressed. He had thought him to be a reckless brat before.

Even though Northern had the eyes of a seasoned warrior, someone that had to walk through hell to survive, his appearance was still that of a young youngling, as Cal saw it.

But now, his orientations were seeking another direction.

Just as he thought about it, Cal moved his head to find where Northern was.

As they fought on, they were moving forward, moving through the clearing that separated one house from the other and leaving a trail of corpses behind them.

The clones were not even in sight now; they had probably entered a corner to pursue an enemy. Northern, however, was in front.

Cal turned his head forward. Just then, one clone stepped out of the corner, his face marred with blood, glanced at him, and shot forward. Fiind updated novels at novelhall.com

'That almost gave me the chills.'

If it was not because they were wearing off-white leather armor, and Northern was wearing a black one, he'd have undoubtedly mistaken the clone just now for Northern.

He continued forward, observing Northern from a distance. When he got closer and could see Northern's movement vividly, Cal's brows furrowed slightly.

"Has he always been this fast?" He muttered to himself.

Of course, Cal's first meeting with Northern was inside the rift. So, there's no way to say how powerful Northern had been all the while.

What had started as a battle where he was defending and attacking had transitioned into a one-sided massacre, like he was killing mob monsters.

And these were all Hellion-rank monsters.

Cal soon rejoined the battle, both of them kept pushing forward with the clones.

Northern's breathing at some point became even, as at that, he still had his breathing under perfect control.

Despite their efforts, more White Walkers continued to emerge from the snow, some out of houses, their numbers were seemingly endless.

But Northern and Cal showed no signs of slowing down.

They cut through the defenses of the monsters like they were plunging into tofu.

Northern pushed one leg forward and leaned; immediately, the wind swirled around him like a protective Aura of some sort.

In the next moment, Northern flashed across in a trail of snow, entering into the group of the White Walkers.

They could barely track his movements, let alone mount a coordinated defense.

He extended both his sword arms instantaneously and swung them together, exploding forth a flurry of strikes that not only marred irreparable flesh damages but carried enough force to scatter them like bowling pins.

Cal, watching Northern in that moment, paused. He'd be damned if he didn't recognize his own ability.

However, he was still left confused.

'What is this?'

He was sure there would have been no way that Northern would be able to copy his Talents. That shouldn't be possible as far as the history of his world goes.

So what was happening?

He questioned himself internally while watching as Northern continued to cut down the White Walkers over and over again.

He was lost, definitely, but the battle still had to go on, didn't it?

"I can talk about it with him later. Right now, let's focus on surviving."