Kierrvan did not have to wait long for an answer. Anthony smiled in a strange way, suddenly disappearing from Kierrvan's sight. The Dragon imdiately defended by casting a wood barrier around himself, but noticed that nothing happened.
Just when he was about to speak out, Kierrvan's eyes bulged as he felt extre pain for a second, then numbness. To the outside world, Kierrvan was fine one second and the next, he was battered beyond belief, looking like soone had continually smashed him about for hours on end while he stood in place.
Anthony appeared where he last stood, holding his Bo-Staff that was bloodied and swinging the blood away calmly. At that point, Kierrvan and the other Grandmasters understood.
"T-Ti elent… guh…" Kierrvan revealed as he coughed out scalding hot acidic blood.
[Ti Skip - Level 20 Spell
Grade: Basic
Cost: 20 MP
Description: Move through the river of ti to cross within a local area to advance forward beyond the ans of those who are ti-locked. The maximum duration is 2 seconds.]
That's right. Anthony had used the level 20 Ti Skip skill Darius had taught him to advance his ti forward by 2 seconds. With his current speed stat of 347 points, you could now understand why he was able to make so many strikes over such a large surface area in an instant.
Of course, the Ti elent had its own cost, which was indirect consumption of lifeti, but Anthony did not mind. Those 2 seconds were only a problem if he spamd Ti Skip every day for the rest of his life.
Kierrvan could barely stand, so he directly admitted defeat without sha and exited the field. Against a powerful fellow who was adept in both Space and Ti, it would be very hard to win.
Anthony's next target was chosen, and it was actually a Demon. This was not a Lesser Demon like that Fire Imp, but an actual High Demon.
He had two goat-like horns on either side of his head, a humanoid body that was actually very human, only differentiated by his red and black skin, as well as his black cornea's and purple irises.
With long hair reaching his waist and an attire that was, at best, 'unique', he did look sowhat dangerous.
[Na: Laster King || Race: Demon (Higher) || Stage: Grandmaster || Jobs: Underworld Denizen, Necromancer.
HP: 429,460/429,460 (397,528) || MP: 95,190/95,190 (35,080) || STA: 74,860/74,860 (25,160)
Level: 96 || (Note: The stats in the brackets are Anthony's current stats.)
Power: 322 (632) || Speed: 124 (347) || Constitution: 456 (629)
Magic: 786 (877) || Will: 1230 (2340) || Luck: 0 (200).
Skills: Demon Claw, Demon Fang, Summon Underlings, Hell's Recall, etc
Spells: Restore Undead, Summon Undead, Promote Undead, Death Swam, Undead Explosion, Undead Armant, etc.]
"Surrender, my opponent, and there will be no bloodshed today." The Demon spoke in an imperious tone, as if he was doing Anthony a favor by being considerate.
The Monkey Boy was originally far more aloof and arrogant than even this bloke, so how could be impressed? Anthony just smirked and pointed his Bo-Staff at his enemy.
"Likewise."
The Demon clearly did not like that, as his aura flared, the blackish-red color of hellfire surrounding him.
"You will regret that. Summon Undead!" He growled with anger.
Black portals erged from the arena floor, various undead pulling themselves up and through it into the world of the living. They were of myriad races, mostly demonkind though, given the origin of their master.
Anthony simply watched them increase their numbers with a calm glance. He was not intimidated by the numbers in the least, and it showed.
The Demon waved his army forth to charge at Anthony, their numbers so much that the huge arena was packed. Anthony simply shook his head and raised his Bo-Staff.
He then swung down where he stood, the tip of his staff disappearing into a swirling portal that was shaped like a diamond. It looked like Anthony's Bo-Staff had cut through space, but that was far from the truth.
Rather, hundreds of different smaller 'diamonds' opened up in the space beside all the undead, the tip of the Bo-Staff appearing from each of them and striking the undead there.
The monsters were shattered or smashed in a single hit, an entire army turned into nothing at once. Forget, Laster King, almost all the Grandmasters in the crowd stood up with horror upon witnessing this feat.
To be able to split space to transfer an attack across distances at the Journeyman stage was pretty good and showed sufficient talent in the Space elent.
To be able to do this and superimpose the split space upon empty space as well showed extre talent in the Space elent, one that would go on to shake Faust in the future.
To be able to do that over a hundred tis… this was no longer sothing that could be easily described.
Yet, here they were, seeing this for their own, with their own two eyes.
Many fancied snatching Anthony from the stage to dissect his brain and steal his secrets/talent, but they realized that they would not even be able to due to the lad's power.
He was strong enough to take on a Grandmaster Dragon and a Grandmaster Demon. He - and the brats that ca before him - did not deserve to be called 'brats', but equals from henceforth.
The crowd settled down once more, and Anthony pointed a finger at Laster, who was grimacing. The decimation of his undead army slowed his battle plans down, but he himself was no pushover.
He flapped his wings and charged Anthony with lightning speed, aiming to sue Demon Claw to cleave his skull open and allow his brains to flow out.
Anthony condensed a Void Beam and fired it out, the attack striking Laster up close. The high demon attempted to dodge - obviously - but the attack was not based on conventional physics.
Unlike typical elents or projectile attacks that are controlled by force, montum, and whatnot, spatial attacks usually had no such weaknesses.
There was no 'resistance' in space, so when it was fired, it practically arrived instantaneously towards its foe.
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