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Amon shot at full speed toward Michael with his blood strings in tow.
The latter smiled and waved his hand, causing three fire spears to manifest beside him before shooting forward himself.
The blood strings shot towards his neck attempting to strangle him but were instantly incinerated as they ca in contact with the spears.
Rather than shooting them at Amon, Michael was moving them through the air, using them to keep the strings at bay.
It was surprising.
For a guy who was barely able to cast a spell a week ago, wasn't this growth too sudden?
He wasn't supposed to be this strong.
Nevertheless, Amon knew that Michael too had a system and cheats of his own.
Especially the fact that he got several quests at the start of the novel unlike him who had gotten none yet.
Reaching near him, he grasped his wrist and attempted to throw him to the ground.
But his grip was instantly broken as Michael used his other hand to grasp Amon's hand and shake it away with force.
Succumbing under the sudden sheer force, the latter was taken by surprise and got a kick to his abdon, sending him straddling back.
He instantly realized the reason behind the force of the grip.
'[Earth] elent....' Amon's mouth twitched.
Michael had ford earth underneath his hand for just a split second to strengthen his force and thwart away his hand.
'His 4 elents are going to be troubleso...'
[From your side!] Zephyra warned.
Imdiately moving his body to the side, he was taken by surprise as multiple small fire darts shot at him.
Generating a large blob of blood, Amon quickly generated a large blood shield that blocked the darts from reaching him.
Unfortunately, it was just a feint to take his attention away from Michael who appeared underneath him in an instant.
Extending his hand towards his neck, a large fire blade shot out from his palm.
[Underneath!] Zephyra warned and Amon quickly looked down, finding the blade inches from his neck.
Fortunately, he was saved as his eyes instantly glowed athyst.
'[Eye of the Void]'
Instantly, Michael's body was stunned, keeping him in place.
The sudden shock disrupted his mana flow, halting the extension of the fire blade from his palm.
The blonde's eyes widened from shock and were unable to react to the bone-cracking kick that landed on the side of his face, sending him crashing through the trees.
The fire spears disintegrated in the air and without a mont of waste, Amon shot towards the man along with his strings.
Michael gritted his teeth through the pain and crashed to the ground.
Coming near him, the strings shot for him but instantly a cocoon of fire enveloped the man, burning the strings.
'A [Sun] elent skill...'
And right at that mont, Amon's eyes widened and he looked at the ground.
His thoughts were proven correct as orangish red spears erupted from the ground near him.
The color was drastically different from the yellow-orange one of Michael's normal flas, indicating that it was another [Sun] skill.
In the heat of the mont, Amon instinctively activated a [Void] skill.
He instantly disappeared from the spot and the sun spears harmlessly erupted in the air.
Appearing ters away, his face was stricken with horror.
He had activated a [Void] skill....
He didn't know if Athena could sense the spatial mana fluctuations in the caras or not because this was a separate space but...
If she did, then he was done for.
It was not as if he didn't want her to find out.
It was just that this was not the correct ti.
It would bring him needless attention and completely destroy the first arc of the story.
The first arc was pivotal as it was needed for Michael to be introduced to the main cast and settle in with them.
It was only after that, that Amon could reveal his full powers to the public.
Right now, all he hoped was that Athena hadn't found out about his spatial skill.
Focusing his attention back on the battle, he clicked his tongue when he found Michael wasn't there anymore.
And before he could think about it, a flaming fist landed on his right cheek.
Blood poured out of Amon's mouth as his body was sent dragging back because of the force.
Spitting on the ground, he saw Michael a few ters away from him, his legs and arms completely covered in flas.
'He's sacrificing his body and mana for additional strength...' He thought.
With the speed at which both of them were using mana, he knew that it would only take several minutes for both of them to run out.
Nevertheless, an excited and maniacal smile ca upon Amon's lips.
If they were going all out then he had no problem.
Manifesting tens of blood globs around him, he shaped them all into ten long blood spears
while Michael closed the distance again.
The spears fired at him with full speed.
But just as they were a second away from touching him, the latter's eyes glowed golden.
Instantly, the flas on the legs of Michael burned in a ferocious red color and he disappeared
from his spot.
More like he turned into a blazing blur and reached Amon before he knew it.
The spears completely missed their mark and a bone-cracking uppercut landed on Amon's
chin, sending him shooting up in the air.
"ARGHH!" He scread from pain as blood poured out from his chin.
Shooting up in the air, Michael chose to deliver his last attack.
His right leg flared even more, with the flas turning that part of his bodysuit black.
Amon gritted his teeth and tried to move in the air but pain shot up in his body as he tried to
do so.
And in the next mont, a flaring kick shot through the air aiming at his skill. Trying to end
him.
But suddenly, Michael's eyes widened as Amon moved his body with full force, blood gushing
out of his injuries.
It was now or never.
Manipulating the blood inside of him, he accelerated it at full pace.
Veins bulged out of his body suit and his eyes turned bloodshot, the small blood vessels in
them extending towards the iris.
He finally regained control over his body and instantly maneuvered in the air with speed,
bearing the pain that shot up his waist.
The kick blazed past the spot, missing him completely.
Moving to Michael's back, blood completely coated his arm and before the forr knew it, a
clean punch connected with his helt, producing a tallic sound.
CLANG!
The blonde's head blurred with pain and blood shot out of his nostrils as he was sent
smashing into the ground.
At this point, he barely had any mana left.
At most, he could execute only one attack.
Amon landed on top of Michael, towering above his lying body.
He looked at the latter with a bloody maniacal smile.
The latter gritted his teeth in pain as even more crimson liquid gushed out his mouth and
looked at the forr through half-opened eyes.
Amon chuckled.
"G-guess I win bud-" He was interrupted as Michael made a sign with his middle and
forefinger curved inwardly and the thumb keeping them in place.
The latter made a maniacal smile as well.
"Hehe, let's make a gamble.." He said and a minuscule blazing red ball ford at the tip of
his fingers.
Amon instantly realized what it was and his eyes fully widened in horror.
The clovist grounds...
And in the next mont, the marble-sized ball of red exploded and a bright red sea of
scorching heat hit both of them.
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