2025-02-18 01:19:38Christopher cracked his neck and he dashed in once more. While Christopher charged towards Oliver, Oliver noticed something in his movements.
Unlike before when he moved at tremendous speed, Christopher's pace seemed to have decreased and it took longer to close the gap than it did earlier.
Christopher finally arrived in striking distance and he swung out his clenched fist towards Oliver.
"It's not just his speed that has reduced. His attacks have also seemed to slow down." Oliver pondered internally as he lifted his two arms to block the incoming punch.
BAM!
Oliver managed to block the punch with his arms,but even if he did blocked it,it felt like he did nothing and the punch still deal lot of damage and shattered the bones in Oliver's arms. The force behind the punch also pushed Oliver few steps backwards.
"What the hell? The attack was quite slow and sluggish,how then was it able to harm me this much?" Oliver pondered internally with a shocked expression as he glanced at his arms that were now broken badly.
Christopher swiftly closed the gap before Oliver could recover, and he sent out another sluggish punch towards Oliver's head.
BAM!
Oliver was still yet to recover from the previous strike,so he was unable to dodge the incoming punch. The punch connected neatly to Oliver's face and caused him to spit out blood,and the brute strength behind the punch lifted him off the floor and sent him flying backwards.
Oliver landed on the floor with several bones in his body broken. Blood seeping out of his mouth and trickling down from his nose as he struggled to stand up from the floor.
"The passive skill won't kick in unless I'm injured badly and my HP is below 20. Dammit!" Oliver lamented internally as he heard the sounds of footsteps as Christopher began to walk towards him slowly.
Christopher grabbed his long pitch black hair and pulled him up slightly before connecting his knee to his face, shattered his nose,and knocked him down to the floor. Christopher kept kicking Oliver really hard on his chest,face, stomach, and the whole of Oliver's face was now covered in blood and even the whole floor was filled with Oliver's blood.
"You might have defeated my friends but you are no match for me! And here I was thinking you had it in you, but it turns out you are a weakling and a trash after all!" Christopher mocked with a sinister laughter as he kept kicking Oliver nonstop.
"What you don't get is that as long as I have the system by my side, I can never run out of luck." Oliver huffed as he grabbed Christopher's leg and stopped the kick in the last second.
Christopher's eyes widened in shock after Oliver caught his leg at the last second.
"He's badly injured, how is he still able to move so.. " Christopher's eyes widened the more after noticing something. "Impossible."
Right in front of his eyes, Oliver's injuries were healing up at a superhuman rate,and his once exhausted appearance was now filled with energy.
What Christopher didn't know was when he kept kicking Oliver in the chest, his Hp kept reducing, and when his HP went below 10, his passive healing skill activated and all his injuries healed instantly.
Oliver let go of Christopher's leg as he rose to his feet and spawn around slightly, delivering a flying tornado kick towards Christopher's head. Christopher was still dazed by what happened, so he just stood there like a statue as the kick headed towards his head.
Oliver's heel connected neatly with his head and he got sent flying backwards. Before Christopher could crash against the wall nearby, Oliver activated his Sprint ability and dashed forward, appearing behind Christopher.
He joined his two fists together and brought it down in his head like a hammer. Impact was made, and Christopher got knocked down to the floor, unable to move.
[Congratulations, you have shown bravery and defeated your enemies]
Oliver stood over Christopher’s motionless body, his chest rising and falling with adrenaline-fueled breaths. The system's message still flickered in his vision, but he had no time to bask in victory.
A sudden movement.
Christopher’s fingers twitched.
Oliver’s instincts screamed at him to react, but it was too late.
Christopher's eyes snapped open, glowing with an unnatural red hue. A guttural roar erupted from his throat as a violent shockwave blasted outward, sending Oliver skidding backward.
[Warning: Your opponent has activated "Berserker's Wrath."]
Oliver barely had time to process the system’s alert before Christopher was already on him. The sluggish movements from before were gone. Christopher moved with terrifying speed, his fist colliding with Oliver’s ribs.
CRACK!
The impact sent Oliver flying like a ragdoll, slamming through a nearby pillar. Before he could recover, Christopher appeared beside him, grabbing him by the throat and hoisting him into the air.
"You thought that was enough to beat me?" Christopher sneered, his voice distorted with raw power. "Let me show you why I’m called a monster."
He tightened his grip, squeezing the air from Oliver’s lungs. Oliver gasped, struggling, but Christopher wasn't done. He spun and hurled Oliver skyward.
Before Oliver could even begin to fall, Christopher leaped after him, twisting his body midair and delivering a devastating kick to Oliver’s gut.
Oliver crashed into the ground, creating a massive crater.
[HP critical. Passive healing reactivating...]
"Not this time." Christopher landed next to Oliver, stomping down with full force before the healing could take effect.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Oliver coughed out blood, his vision blurring. The system's recovery was being interrupted. He needed to move—now.
Christopher reared back his fist, preparing a final blow to crush Oliver’s skull.
But Oliver grinned through the blood dripping from his lips.
"I was waiting for this," he whispered.
A violent blue aura exploded around him, catching Christopher off guard. Before Christopher could react, Oliver’s hand shot out, gripping Christopher’s wrist.
Then—BOOM!
A surge of energy blasted Christopher away, sending him tumbling across the battlefield.
Oliver slowly got up, his body crackling with raw power.
[New Skill Unlocked: Limit Breaker.]
The ground trembled as Oliver’s eyes gleamed with newfound strength.
Christopher staggered to his feet, disbelief flashing across his face.
Oliver smirked.
"Round two starts now."
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