I Died and Became a Chapter 536: You won’t die by my hands

Chapter 536: You won’t die by my hands

But Warren was already moving, his mind three steps ahead despite pain and blood loss compromising his concentration.

His left hand gestured, the second water sphere transforming mid-orbit into a massive hamr that swung toward Jack’s new position with force sufficient to pulverize stone.

Jack raised his right hand, golden lightning erupting from his palm to et the water hamr mid-swing. The two forces collided with explosive impact, steam erupting from the contact point as elental energies neutralized each other in cascading reaction.

Through the steam, Warren erged.

His body rode a wave of water he’d created beneath his feet, the liquid propelling him forward at a speed that matched Jack’s enhanced movent.

His hands blazed with blue energy as he prepared to unleash a point-blank assault against an opponent who couldn’t dodge while still recovering from the hamr clash.

But Jack was smiling.

The battle high was building, excitent flooding through his system like a drug as he recognized the tactical challenge Warren represented.

This wasn’t simple domination.

This was a combat against an opponent who could adapt, who could counter, who could force Jack to think rather than overwhelm through raw power.

Warren’s right fist drove toward Jack’s face, water condensing around his knuckles to create a gauntlet that would shatter his skull on impact.

Simultaneously, his left hand reached for Jack’s missing limb, attempting to grapple the cauterized stump and use the injury as a leverage point for follow-up techniques.

Jack’s head tilted backward, Warren’s water-enhanced fist missing his nose by centiters.

His right hand shot up, catching Warren’s left wrist before it could reach his stump, fingers closing with strength enhanced by Contractee state multipliers.

Golden lightning erupted from Jack’s grip, electricity pouring directly into Warren’s arm through skin contact.

The Council mber’s scream tore across the battlefield as thousands of volts coursed through his nervous system, his muscles spasming involuntarily as his body tried and failed to resist the assault.

[-8,547 HP]

[421,176/452,679 HP]

Jack released Warren’s wrist, his right leg rising into a knee strike aid at the Council mber’s ribs. Warren twisted mid-air, his water surfing technique carrying him backward just far enough that Jack’s knee struck his hip instead of his vulnerable torso.

The impact still launched Warren sideways, his body tumbling across wet stone before his water manipulation caught him, cushioning the landing and allowing him to roll back to his feet despite the accumulating damage.

Warren’s breathing was ragged, blood streaming from his mouth where broken ribs had punctured lungs. His left arm hung partially limp, the muscles still twitching from electrical assault that had disrupted normal neural function.

His hip throbbed where Jack’s knee had connected, bone bruised if not fractured from the enhanced strike.

But his mind was still functioning, calculating, searching for angles that might turn desperate defense into a viable counterattack.

The third water sphere orbiting his position suddenly split, transforming into six smaller orbs that spread across a wide area around him.

Each orb pulsed with compressed energy, creating a network of potential attacks that could strike from multiple angles simultaneously.

Warren’s hands moved in rapid sequence, each gesture triggering a different orb to launch toward Jack’s position.

The attacks ca from six directions at once.

Front, back, left, right, above, below.

Creating a three-dinsional assault pattern designed to eliminate evasion as an option.

Jack’s smile widened as golden lightning erupted around his entire body.

The electricity created a barrier of sorts, arcs jumping between points on his fra to form a continuous web that intercepted the water orbs before they could reach his actual position.

Each orb that touched the lightning web detonated prematurely, explosive force dissipating against the elental shield rather than striking vulnerable flesh.

Through the explosions and steam, Jack launched forward.

His body moved so fast that he appeared in multiple positions simultaneously. Afterimages trailing his actual location, as Abyssal Steps combined with enhanced physical movent, created an illusion of multiplication.

Warren’s strategic acun observed the impending situation with increasing urgency as he prepared his ultimate defensive water manipulation technique, recognizing that a purely defensive stance would be inadequate.

A massive water barrier erupted around Warren’s position, the liquid forming a do that enclosed him completely.

The barrier was thick. Easily three feet of compressed water rotating at high speed to deflect physical attacks and disperse energy assaults.

Jack’s right fist drove into the barrier without hesitation.

Golden lightning erupted around the impact point, electricity and water mixing in an explosive reaction that created steam clouds, obscuring vision.

The barrier held for half a second before Jack’s enhanced strength punched through, his fist erging from the other side to strike Warren’s hastily raised water shield.

[-15,234 HP]

[405,942/452,679 HP]

Warren flew backward again, his body crashing through his own barrier as the defensive technique collapsed from internal disruption.

He hit the ground hard, rolling several tis before his water manipulation caught him and arrested his montum.

Blood poured from multiple wounds now.

The accumulated damage finally overwheld his enhanced constitution’s ability to compensate.

His vision blurred, consciousness threatening to slip away as his body recognized that continued combat would result in death rather than simple injury.

But Warren forced himself upright, his blue tattoos still flowing despite everything, his water mana still responding despite catastrophic damage threatening to shut down his magical capabilities entirely.

Because giving up ant death. And three hundred years of survival instinct refused to accept that outco without exhausting every possible option for escape or victory.

Jack stood several ters away, his yellow eyes blazing with intensity that transcended simple focus into sothing approaching religious fervor.

The battle high was fully established now, endorphins flooding his system as his enhanced physiology responded to combat stress with a chemical cocktail that sharpened every sensation and made every tactical decision more intuitive.

This was what power felt like.

The kind that could reshape reality through force of will and overwhelming capability.

And Jack wanted more.

His right hand rose, golden lightning crackling between his fingers as he prepared to continue the assault.

But sothing in Warren’s posture, the desperate defiance mixed with acceptance of inevitable death, made Jack pause.

This wasn’t how Warren should die, not by Jack’s hands, not without facing the person who’d been waiting three centuries for this exact opportunity.

Jack’s smile shifted, becoming sothing darker as a new plan crystallized in his mind.

"I told you," Jack’s voice carried across the battlefield despite the distance and ambient noise, "you won’t die by my hands. And I keep my promises."

His left hand began manifesting fire.

Emberion’s power responded to Jack’s will, flas erupting from the sealed wound to form a construct hand that looked solid enough to grip objects.

The fire didn’t burn Jack’s own flesh, his immunity rendering the temperature irrelevant, but the heat radiating from the construct made the air shimr and distort around the manifested appendage.

Jack’s fire hand moved in a complex pattern, tracing symbols in the air that glowed with internal power. A portal began forming.

Warren’s enhanced perception registered the portal’s formation with growing dread, his tactical mind imdiately recognizing that whatever lay on the other side represented a worse fate than simple death in combat.

Through the portal’s opening, Warren could see darkness.

But suddenly, portal after portal opened all around Warren, and the dread only got worse as he realized he was going to be sowhere else very soon.

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