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Amon's body skidded on the broken and cracked skidded floor, multiple areas of his bodysuit burning.
'That was a close one...' He thought.
Fortunately, he had been able to use [Voidstep] just before the ball exploded, so he was safe.
Combined with lightning, he was able to get out of the explosion radius at the last second.
Amon panted hard.
'Huff...Huff...That [Sun] affinity. It's broken and annoying as hell.' He wiped the blood from his mouth.
The stadium floor around them was a chaotic ss now.
Craters and cracks everywhere with multiple edges completely destroyed.
It was safe to say that this was the most destructive and chaotic battle till now in the midterms.
And the fight had just started....
But out of this the fact that was even more insane were the ranks of the two participants.
The last ranked and the second last ranked.
And yet, their powers showed sothing completely different.
That continuous rumble and destruction of the stadium wasn't sothing capable by their level.
As Amon looked up, his eyes locked with Michael in the far distance, who smiled.
His face was completely sared in blood and also...
Burning?
It was completely covered in flas.
But Amon knew what it was.
They were flas from his [Sun] elent, an ability that also healed if used upon himself.
And that was exactly what Michael was doing right now.
'The [Sun] elent...' Amon thought.
His mind replayed the words Zephyra had told him that day.
She told him that if [Void] represented Nothingness, then... Sun represented Creation.
Of course, not absolute creation, Zephyra had clarified.
That was sothing not available to gods like her and Adam, she said.
In simpler words, the elent of [Sun] was the [Energy] elent.
But, without all the restrictions Amon had discussed earlier.
This was the reason for why he was able to use all elents as well, Amon thought.
But even beside Energy, the [Sun] was the most explosive and healing elent as well.
As Michael took a stance, Amon also unsheathed his nodachi.
Then, without a word to each other, both of them shot off.
Reaching Amon, Michael knocked his arm back before trying to hit Amon in the face again.
But the latter was faster as suddenly, his face blurred before disappearing into gray black smoke.
Michael's eyes widened as he looked around in confusion.
But all he saw was a trail of smoke around him.
But before Michael could think of using flas, sothing happened.
The smoke...
It started giving away to another person.
'Huh Are more than two people allowed in the stadium?' He thought, assuming soone else arrived on the screen.
But if only Michael knew how gravely he was mistaken as his eyes looked as if they were going bulge.
The person...
It was Amon.
He smiled at Michael. A simple smile.
"Hello Michael."
"Hello Michael,"
Two familiar voices registered around him.
Michael perked up, leaping from his spot.
But it was when he landed that he realized.
He was cornered.
All around him, were multiple variants of Amon, smiling at him.
Looking into those cold eyes and that simple smile, Michael felt a chill travel up his spine. mories of that day replayed in his mind but he quickly shook his head.
Clicking his tongue, Michael gritted his teeth.
And then, covered both of his arms in fla before leaping at one of the Amon's.
But Amon was faster, quickly dodging the incoming fist of fire by safely tilting his head to the
right.
Manipulating the threads of his [Void], he quickly grabbed Michael's ankle, throwing him off balance.
The threads seeped into Michael's skin, and his face scrunched up in pain.
Gritting his teeth in pain, Michael ignited his legs in flas, eradicating them all at once.
Forming multiple whips of lightning, he whipped them at full speed.
Michael, however, remained calm and quickly raised a wall of earth, blocking the whips.
Unfortunately, that proved to be a great mistake as when the wall broke down, Amon was nowhere to be seen.
Michael's danger sense imdiately kicked in as he looked to the side.
But he was late as the fist of Amon cleanly against his face.
To Amon's shock though, Michael didn't even move back from the punch.
Rather, he grabbed Amon's head, wiping off the blood on his face.
He grinned and Amon sensed a wave of unease traveling through his body.
And then...
A gust of wind suddenly pushed Amon back along the lines of the stadium. Pillars of fire and magma ford in the air at the wave of Michel's hand.
'This fucker...'
He was going full on from now.
Clicking his tongue, Amon shot himself at the large pillars of earth.
Manipulating his threads, he quickly leaped pillar to pillar.
Unfortunately, of course that wasn't so easy.
Michael suddenly clenched his hands and a gale of wind erupted in the stadium.
Amon, who sliced another pillar, quickly jumped below the pillars.
And fortunately, that saved him as the pillars suddenly exploded into tiny splinters.
Amon's eyes widened. But as he looked forward Michael was right there in front of him.
Anda a clean punch connected with his jaw, sending him skidding back on the stadium as the
cracks srp
But MIchael wasn't done just yet.
The wind around Amon suddenly warped, as if it was sothing spatial.
And then, it exploded into a vacuum,
Even Amon was unable to escape its grasp normally as the pulling force was too great to get
out.
And at the end, he had to use [Voidstep].
Appearing right in front of MIchael, Amon imdiately encased his feet in crystal before
speaking up.
"Blast away!" He shouted and imdiately booms were left in the area, as Michael shot back.
But the latter quickly stabilized himself using wind.
As he looked at Amon, his smile widened.
"Let's take this to the next level shall we?" He asked.
Amon nodded.
For now, they had just been playing along.
But now...
Michael walked forward, his gaze turning cold for the first ti as a giant familiar spawned
behind him.
But the current focus of audience wasn't on that.
It was only on his two words.
"Elental Integration.." He said, his voice lacking any emotion.
Imdiately, it felt as if every bit of mana in the stadium was now moving toward Michael.
As if he was their ho.
But Amon wasn't going to lose his battle just like this.
After all, even he had plans in case this happened.
A plan that involved him using his skill as well.
Sothing he had been keeping on hold ever since after the trip accident.
Following Michael, Amon walked slowly as well, his eyes reflecting complete stoicness.
And eventually, the na of the skill left his mouth.
"[Void Bond.]"
Sorry if the quality of this chapter is a little low or there are mistakes. I apologize, I had an
exam and I was so sleepy.
Forgive . Thank you.
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