Chapter 217 Target The Weak To Your Advantage

"Nix!" Lank yelled in enthusiasm hoping to get across to his friend.

Wha–!

"Not this time." Lank clicked his tongue the moment he was able to swiftly dodge Obsidian's attempt at hitting him.

The corner of Obsidian's lips raised at Lank's inexperience. "Does he look like someone who would like to wave at his friend at this time?"

Lank looked down as he contemplated his actions, Obsidian was right.

Nix was still basking in the other collector he had mercilessly dealt unfathomable damage on, there was no telling if he would transfer a bit of his unstable mind onto them.

Pushing Lank to the side, Obsidian cautioned him not to make a sound, allowing Nix passage to his target–these victims were nothing more than puppets of a greater evil that deserved all that Nix would do.

Sigh!

"We are finally back to where we started." Nix clicked his tongue, touching the flame barrier.

He could feel Ian's heat signature, it still showed he was alive and well.

[Flame sphere barrier deactivated]

Thud!

Ian groaned to the paint, he had not expected such a sudden change of mind and tried to get to his feet when he felt a force push him to the floor.

"Ugh!" He coughed out, holding his ground by placing his palms on the floor.

Bam!

Nix punched him in the face, biting down on his bottom lip when he felt a numbing sensation in his fist.

'Goddamnit! What was that?'

[Usage mode critical]

[Energy level critical]

[Energy: 5 points]

Nix rose his brows to the notification, shaking his head to how far he had gone without noticing his energy level depleting gradually.

'Invest 395 points on my energy level.' He commanded his system, eager to get back to his feet with full energy stats.

Ding!

[Energy point Max]

Nix had a smile plastered on his lips at the notification, his gaze now on Ian.

Ian had his hand to his chest after that pressurizing ordeal. He had his glare on Nix the whole time while he tried to gather his strength first.

Secretly utilizing his passive gift, he effectively covered him with a thin film of his telekinetic field.

He had considered dueling with Lumina more if he were to meet Ian once more.

He planned to let Ian go after he had struck enough fear and warning in his programmed heart.

Ian had been able to recharge his lost energy and thought it wise to go for a sneak attack.

Touching the ground, he tried to channel his lightning to the ground but was shocked when he felt nothing but a shark which backfired.

"Argh!" He hissed in pain, stunned by how he had been stung by his lightning.

"Shocking right?" Nix chuckled at his play on the words and wiggled his brows just to spite him.

"What are you?" Ian raged, trying to activate his ability to no avail.

"I'm a fire ranker, remember?" Nix sneered at him, using the exact words Ian had used to describe him.

Ian growled at the response feeling that he was mocked.

"Someone doesn't seem to be happy with the current situation," Nix said with pouty lips.

"Why you–"

A slap forced him to shut up immediately. His head whipped back to see Nix standing several feet away from him.

His brows furrowed in confusion, he wondered how it was remotely possible to receive such a slap and yet not know where it came from.

Nix stared down at him, a smirk present. He had wished to do away with him as he had done with the accomplice.

But the more he thought about what he planned on doing, the more reluctant he was to keep Ian alive.

"Do you remember anyone bearing the name—Lumina?" He began with another approach.

Ian had been struggling for a while to get a grip on his ability, but at the mention of that name, he tilted his head and furrowed his brows. He couldn't understand why that name had struck a chord even though he couldn't allocate a face.

'Lumina?' He repeated in his thoughts.

A ringing sensation coursed through his head affecting both ears.

"Ahhh!" He yelled in pain and held his head.

Nix watched apathetically wishing he could quell his pain for good–make him join his collector buddy, the best way of never feeling pain anymore.

"What did you do to me?" Ian growled in rage. Forcing himself to his feet, he deduced the only way of getting back his momentum was to kill Nix no matter what it cost.

His hands outstretched as he launched himself at Nix.

'You're seriously pushing your luck.' Nix internally facepalmed at the futile effort.

Nix let out a laugh at the attempt, Ian was fast but his trump card had been nerfed.

Bam!

Catching his punch with relative ease. He stared at their hands for a while, firmly holding onto Ian's fist.

With wide eyes, he realized the tables had been turned and he had no way of getting out of the pit he had dug for himself.

Grounding his heels into the ground, coating his shin with fire, Nix gave a swift kick to Ian's side.

Crack!

Ian coughed out blood from the fracture of his ribs. Skidding across the arena and crashing into a pile of skulls.

Clak!

Spitting out blood from his mouth, he wiped his lips clean and glared at Nix. This wasn't the original way a fire ranker fights.

Shaking his leg, Nix put out the flames and stretched out his muscles.

With the flick of his hand, he urged Ian to come at him again. Until Ian had chosen to yield, he wasn't going to let him off that easily.

"Show me what a powerful lightning user you are–were," Nix muttered the last part with a smirk.

Ian realized he wasn't trying to get how strong he was, but an opportunity to humiliate him the more.

Left with no choice, his attention fell on the brown-haired feral that Nix had rushed to meet.

'Target the weak to your advantage.' Ian repeated in his head as he devised a new plan.