Chapter 143: Direct Counter

Tyr's furrowed his brows, continuing his flurry of attacks. Black moved backward on the ground as though he was gliding, his left hand tapping away all attacks.

Finally, Black's right hand moved forward with precision and speed, grazing across Tyr's forehead.

Black grinned, "It ends here..." He said with widened eyes.

Tyr didn't know why Black had suddenly stopped moving, but he couldn't care less either.

He used this opportunity to clench his fist and hurl a big one right into the stomach of the man before him.

"Ouah!" Black exclaimed as his hands flew forward, the punch landing. His mouth gaped slightly as he quickly blitzed backward with shock.

He clutched his stomach, a slightly concerned look in his curled eyebrows.

Tyr smiled on seeing this.

However, Black also smiled, before breaking out into a slight chuckle.

"I see... so that is what pain feels like. I had forgotten it, along with fear and death. Thank you for reminding me of it... as a prize, I'll grant you a speedy death." His tone switched from polite to angry in a split second.

'So it's true... he somehow truly can't be affected by mental attacks. The one I just tried... there aren't many stronger ones on the continent. Even with that power alone, this boy is dangerous. Far too dangerous to let roam about and grow on this continent.

I need to cut his stem before it grows too large...'

In this short moment of pause, Tyr's attention swayed from the battle for a split second.

This wasn't due to his lack of attention, but rather, in his current form he felt like he could hear, smell, taste, and feel everything around him to a heavily heightened degree.

At the moment when he wasn't in a full-blown exchange, he heard the cries of dying warriors around him.

He heard the explosions of Hanzo's arrows... the thuds against Malon's shield, and the blasts of Noa's Betsy.

'I have to hurry and end this, or else their lives will be in danger.' He mused, facing Black, "You said you have forgotten the fear of death?" He said out loud in a boisterous tone.

Black looked to find this amusing, snickering, "How could I know it? I control death itself... boy."

"I saw you revive your goons, but can you do the same for yourself." Tyr lowered his gaze.

Black did the same, his eyes becoming more serious.

A faint smirk appeared on Tyr's lips, "Looks like I found the flaw..."

"It's time to end this battle," Black said, placing both hands together.

Tyr inhaled, "I will make you fear death again." He said in a low tone.

The two blitzed forward in the blink of an eye, connecting with several exchanged attacks.

Their clashes sounded like thunder clouds reigning down from the sky and clattering eardrums like they were real instruments.

***

Mere meters away, Malon and Mrama clashed head to head in a battle of strength versus defense.

Mrama screamed to his heart's content since the spawn of this battle, "Kraaa! Just die, you weakling!" He roared, thrusting several punches into Malon's seemingly invincible shield.

Malon was being slowly pushed back from the sheer force behind those blows. However, his expression remained calm.

"Is this all you have!? Your Ancestral Ability consists of a pure defense!? Fight me like a man! Do you have no strength!" Mrama continued, raging like a beast as his clothes ripped from his shoulders and back, revealing his ripped physique.

Each impact sent slight tremors through the ground, but Malon stood strong.

Finally, Mrama backed up, panting slightly.

Malon lowered his shield, a serious expression on his face.

"You don't deserve to be alive." He said, not a bead of sweat on his face.

Mrama furrowed his brows, "Shut up... fucking mushroom." Sёarᴄh the NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"At least I am how I was born. You... you're a weird monstrosity. A human mangled and morphed into a damn beast, like a rat in a lab."

Mrama growled aggressively like a lion, his eyes scrunching in hatred. He tore his robes off fully.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand... and punched his own chest.

As Malon's eyes squinted with confusion, Mrama punched himself again and again.

And as he did, his smile became larger and larger.

"My Ancestral Ability is like no other..." He exclaimed, "It allows me to love what I love more than anything else in the world even more... fighting!"

He continued to bang his chest like a drum with powerful attacks. He wasn't holding back either.

Each time, his punches seemed to do more damage, but his body healed quickly and took the blows even easier each time.

"Boon Of Janus The Transitioner..." Mrama exclaimed, leaving Malon's eyes to widen slightly with shock.

'Janus? The Roman God of Transitioning... he has the boon of a God.' Malon felt slightly worried at that moment.

Ever since he was young, he had boons from the Gods. To go against one was fearsome, even until now.

He readied his guard, preparing for the battle.

"I can transfer damage into even more power. It's one of the most broken abilities out there... but of course, there is a major flaw." Mrama exclaimed, his smile growing as the pain he felt also grew.

His arms were bulging with veins at this point, having become far stronger.

"But... there's no need for me to tell that flaw to a bum who is about to die."

Malon paused, 'So that's why he was angry I wasn't attacking...'

At that moment, Mrama dug his legs--bulging like giant hearts--into the ground and propelled himself forward.

He flew tthroughthe air like a dart, appearing before Malon before hurling a mountainous blow at him.

Malon barely managed to shield himself, and as he did, Mrama was thrown back several hundred feet into the air. His arm had busted into several chunks.

Malon's shield slowly lowered. A slight smile appeared on his surprised face, "Haha..." He chuckled under his breath, "Hahaha!" He laughed to his heart's content.

"Without speed, no matter your strength, you will not be able to defeat me!" Malon roared, regaining all of the confidence he had lost.

Mrama clutched the shoulder of his arm that he lost. He was bleeding profusely, an angry expression on his face.

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"You are right..." Malon said, "Your power is strong... far stronger than mine in this world. However, it is unfortunate that you have met me of all people, who counters your Ancestral Ability directly!"

He paused, a smile stretching across his face as he said: "Come!"