Chapter 102: More… I need more

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: More... I need more A shockwave spread for hundreds of meters, stirring dust and rubble wherever it passed.

Thunderblade’s form still stood. His robe was torn in multiple places, but no grave injury had been dealt by the wave of attacks. Only small slash marks trailed across his torso, with thin lines of blood slowly dripping down.

Even though the odds were heavily stacked against him, the battle was not impossible.

Turning slowly, a smile still hovered on his face. What should have been deadly to him before had barely left scratch marks.

As he opened his mouth to speak, "See? Your attacks barely have any effect on me..." he muttered, before pausing.

The thought only stretched Thunderblade’s own smile wider. It was time to shatter that hope.

In the next instant, a shockwave exploded. Ulric was sent flying as cracking sounds echoed from his chest.

It was only after several hundred meters that he came to a skidding halt. His body collapsed to the ground, chest rising heavily, a few bones broken.

But it had only broken a couple of bones. Looking closer, Ulric’s flesh felt like pure refined steel, enhanced to incredible levels.

Rising to his knees, Ulric coughed violently, spitting out a stream of blood.

"Do you see now?" Thunderblade muttered, about to boast that the previous strike had been barely half his strength.

"I see," Ulric chuckled, almost threatening to break into another fit of maniacal laughter.

"Battle style?" Thunderblade murmured. What was that supposed to mean? He growled, growing more confused.

Now, concentrating heavily through his spiritual field and analyzing every exchange, everything fell into place. A far more refined sequence integrated into his body, similar to how he had copied and refined Aelira’s style.

The battle had dragged on long enough. It was time to end it.

But just as the punch flew forward, he watched Ulric tilt his head from the exact spot he was aiming for.

"This..." Thunderblade muttered, his brows fluttering rapidly. He was beginning to get an inkling of what the youth meant as the fight continued.

But even then, it changed nothing. It was as if Thunderblade was fighting a clone of himself, only far better.

The sheer thought sent shudders down his spine. For the first time since the battle began, he caught a true glimpse of the youth’s potential.

If left to grow, he couldn’t even imagine the future power this monster would wield. Let alone Tempest, he doubted the entire realm of Arcadia would escape his grasp.

With that thought, Thunderblade swiped bolts of lightning in a haphazard manner, but watched as Ulric dodged them easily, as if they meant nothing.

There was no margin for error. A single mistake and he would be gravely wounded, limiting his combat ability and sealing his fate.

More... I need more!

All his counterattacks barely inflicted any damage, they seemed to bounce off the mystical energy now wrapping around Thunderblade since his breakthrough.

As the battle continued, he could feel the essence slipping from his grasp. So far, yet so close.

But he didn’t have that much time. The battle was quickly turning into one of endurance. And with the massive reserves of a C-rank being, it was painfully clear who would come out on the losing side.

A new thought formed at the back of his mind.