I ran forward and swung the mace in my right hand, "{Fast Forward}!"
A catastrophic series of strikes resounded all at once. From up close, I saw the power of my strike; tremors caused the pig's face to shake, then its entire face slumped. As if every bone in its face got shattered. Then the at ballooned up before exploding as well.
The blood that should have splashed on turned to mist. The boar's entire face up to its forelegs, aning almost 50% of its body, vanished. It was as if Lilly had used one of her portals to cut apart the boar.
Without its upper body to support it, the lower half could only fall to the ground helplessly with a large crash. Not waiting for my command, the Code family began to blast the boar back to health. The chaos I saw grew far beyond what the 120 mm APFSDS shell could do.
I grew giddy at the new power I had in my hands. Without a limit, I could just increase this power more and more as needed. As 237 could destroy half the pig, my next goal was to see if 500 would erase it completely.
But as I saw the pitiful state of my punching bag, I looked behind . There were the surprised faces of everyone else. From the Africans to the Vithriss to my Saints. There was no longer any large beast I could bash. But luckily, we have soone eager to fight.
"Roach."
"…"
I turned to him only to see him uncomfortable. His reptilian eyes were swimming, and he wouldn't look in the eye. But that never really mattered.
"Fight ."
"…"
Normally, this bastard was eager as fuck. But it was the first ti I saw him so afraid of after that ti I beat him up. He tried to make himself look smaller and hung his head. He even tried to hide before Juno.
"…"
I shifted my eyes and gazed at his wife. But she quickly waved her hands in front of her frantically.
"My lord. If I am to receive such an attack, even my old body would have died in one strike. It was truly magnificent."
Ignoring Juno's praise, I turned to the Africans. Amari, Olamide, Mia, and a beat-up Nomvula were with them. Zanele and her group were there as well, covering their mouths in shock.
"Any of you up for a spar?"
"…"
Yet no one said anything. In fact, it wasn't just them. Even the Africans who were opposed to at the beginning were silent. They all looked down at their toes like children afraid of being called on by the teacher.
In contrast to them, there was only one group that wanted to fight .
"PATRON! Pick us! Pick us! I am sure we can give you a good beat down!"
Funnily enough, the rest of the wolves expressed their agreent with Yvonne's words. But as I didn't want to risk getting any of my saints hard, I ignored them.
"Exa, do I need to actually hit anything? Or can I just perform the bash for the recording?"
With the Pig in pieces, I noticed that one of my Soul avatars was still waiting for sothing to beat. As I was too focused on Sunday, I forgot that I had summoned him. Feeling that I had a good sparring partner all along, I dropped my mace. Monday did too.
"Exa, show training with kali sticks in pairs."
[Displaying.]
A bunch of videos appeared in my view. It was a compilation of two Eskrima fighters smashing each other with sticks. Their speed was intense, and they both blocked and attacked with each move.
I pulled out {Shelter} sticks and threw a pair to Monday. He caught them, and we faced each other. We then began to drill our basics. We attacked and defended with nearly the sa speed, precision, and power.
When I grew comfortable with my impromptu duel, I began to kick it up a notch.
"{Record}."
Monday and I bashed each other like a pair of authentic martial artists. But our goal was not muscle mory or skill. It was all for our {Fast Forward's} log.
[My lord. There is sothing interesting you should know.]
"And that is?"
[The actions of your soul avatar are being recorded in the log.]
"…"
[Also, your guards and blocks are included. You and Monday have already created a new 100-log entry. Although 30 of those are listed as blocks, and 40 of them as counterattacks.]
"Hmm… having the avatars as part of the process is quite good. But not being able to use different actions is quite troubling. And what do stacking blocks or counterattacks do? Do they function similarly to bash?"
[I do not know, my lord. It would be best to experint.]
As the sounds of sticks clacking against each other at high speed resounded, Monday and I picked up the pace. It didn't take long for Exa to give us an alert.
[300 actions recorded: 100 logs for attacks, 75 for blocks, and 125 for counterattacks.]
"Just to rember, each act can only be used once, right? Per use of {Fast Forward}?"
[Yes, that is the case.]
"Guess that is enough for now. {Pause}."
I then had Monday pick up his maces, but still had Sunday carry short sticks.
"Here goes nothing! {Fast Forward}!"
Sunday swung his {Shelter} stick against the Faker weapons. Only what happened next was sothing I should have expected.
CRACK!
Unable to bear the power of {Fast Forward}, my weapon broke into particles of light. But on Monday, I felt my feet skid back about five inches. Truly, the power contained in that simple swing was insane.
"Now block!"
Still on Monday, I arched my weapon overhead and swung down on Sunday! He raised his last remaining stick and guarded his face.
Twanng!
A loud rumble similar to tallic weapons colliding resounded. Despite the size difference, Sunday's {Shelter} weapon resisted the Faker mace. It was a happy coincidence. Blocking with {Fast Forward} could defend against anti-soul weapons.
"Counterattack."
Using Sunday, I took a step forward. I swung my remaining weapon at Monday. But the sharp crack of glass followed. Once again, my {Shelter} construct shattered. That just drove ho how much power was contained in each strike.
"Not bad. {Day by Day}. Exa, give three more Faker maces. {Fabricate}."
[Right away, my lord.]
When my other six Soul Avatars appeared, I handed them the Faker maces we already had and ard the last three. Using two of these weapons per person was too destructive. I would hold off on charging with them unless I had a better punching bag.
I turned to the newly restored pig. When it saw my face, it began to cry tears of blood and huddled its huge body. I wasn't sure if it was trying to make itself small or sothing.
"There, there. This will end soon. {Record}. Let's go, boys; the aim is 500, then 1,000."
"## ## ########!!"
My avatars and I leapt into the air and began to once again beat the living crap out of the boar. While I did get useful info, my ti with my punching bag was soon to be over. If he didn't turn to gas from 500, then he would by 1,000.
Either way. He was going to die soon.
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