Chapter 1623 Escalation

Chapter 1623 Escalation

Rui scoffed inwardly as the man yelled the name of his attack, announcing the exact number of attacks with its name, and giving more information for Rui to work with.

Why were there Martial Artists who yelled the names of their attacks?

Was it placebo effects? It made them feel better and thus they performed the attack better.

The scientist side of him would have grown curious about it and wanted to conduct a factor analysis and an experiment to verify the correlation.

But alas, he was faced with the alleged Reckoning of One Thousand Palms, thus it would have to wait.

BOOM!!!

The onslaught of sound attacks was overwhelmed by the even greater onslaught of palm chops.

An opening between himself and Rui emerged, and he didn't hesitate to capitalize on it, closing the distance between them in an instant with a maneuvering technique that involved his palm movements.

"Thirteen folds of Ruination!" He bellowed.

Rui barely managed to replace Hypertrophic Surge with Nemean Blossom in time.

BOOM!!!

In an instant, thirteen palm chops had already crashed into Rui's body almost simultaneously.

Rui's eyes widened as he barely managed to put up a guard to block them.

Yet, the Martial Master was not done.

"Twenty-six folds!"

"Fifty-two!"

"Hundred and four!"

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!

Attacks that Rui could deal with before became vastly hard to deal with as they flowed faster. Rui could tell that each combo was extremely honed and refined right down to the very limit. His body knew exactly what to do, and raced to complete it without being slowed down by his mind, achieving extraordinary fluidity.

Many Martial Artists relied on the principle of honed muscle memory. Those were the foundations of the many flashy combos with extravagant names and numbers.

However, they were effective, not even Rui could deny that,

The performance boost was exceptionally high. It was comparable to the gap between an extremely fast typer and a slow typer. Advanced typists could type at about 80WPM while beginners were at about 20-30WPM.

Did that mean that advanced typists had three-to-four times the finger/muscle movement speed of beginners?

No, their fingers moved equally fast, but advanced typists could eliminate thought as a hurdle, allowing them to reach astonishing typing speeds.

SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT!

His palms moved at extraordinary speeds, catching up to Neo Godspeed as he carved deep gashes into Rui's body. Rui rapidly adapted to the model to the new physical parameters of Martial Master desperately, yet he couldn't do it before the Martial Master wounded Rui with even more slicing palm attacks, doing as much damage as he could.

WHOOSH! BANG!

Rui evaded an attack before it even began, landing a heavy blow on the Martial Master's gut, flinging him backward.

But not for long.

"Hryah!" The Martial Master brought down a hail of slicing palms with the full power of Martial Body and Heart.

WHOOSH!

It crashed into an empty image. Master Krakule instinctively ducked, evading a swift kick to the head from the side.

And yet;

BAM!

He gravely blocked a powerful that had already arrived at the head, having predicted his dodging maneuver.

BAM BAM BAM!

Rui pummeled him with a swift onslaught of blows flinging him away. Yet Master Krakule patiently weathered them with a knowing look.

Rui was bleeding profusely, in comparison, the Master's honed Martial Body possessed a higher constitution that was more durable as a result of its long honing.

There was no way he could lose in a prolonged battle.

In fact, if not for Temporal Disharmony and Breathing Crucifix's great suppression, he would have dominated Rui heavily by now.

Rui rushed forward at top speed racing forward for the Master's with a powerful blow. Master Krakule hastily defended throwing down a powerful attack that would inflict severe damage if Rui went through with his attack.

The offense was the best defense, as they said.

Or was it?

Master Krakule's eyes widened as Rui went through the attack anyway without any hesitation.

SPLAT!

The slicing palm cleaved through Rui's wrist, severing his hand entirely.

Yet the wild grin that appeared on Rui's face shocked him even more. The bloody arm hadn't stopped its motion even for a split second at the severing. It instead had accelerated to the man's neck, wrangling around.

CLASP!

"Ack!" Master Krakule choked as Rui managed to successfully rope him in a rear chokehold at the expense of a hand.