PUNCH! KICK! DODGE!
The clash between us was like two forces of nature colliding—a storm of power that surged through the air. Ragnar was relentless, his speed and precision testing every ounce of my reflexes.
The fight kicked off with a bang, Ragnar charging at with crazy speed. I barely had ti to react, but my muscles were prid, and I shifted just in ti to dodge a punch that would’ve taken my head off. The air around us buzzed with energy, and the ground humd beneath our feet, amplifying every movent, every shift in the wind, every subtle change in his stance.
"Not bad!" I said, ducking under another one of his strikes. "But speed alone won’t win you this fight."
Ragnar laughed, his grin widening as if this were so kind of joke. "Oh, I’m aware. But it’s not just speed I have on my side. I have your strength, your skills, everything that makes you... you. It’s like fighting yourself, but on hardcore mode. There are no weaknesses to exploit or overco, no flaws to get the upper hand. Every move you make, I can match, every strike you throw, I’ll counter. You can’t escape, because there’s nothing to take advantage of."
He continued, "Hahaha! Now that you know, what are you gonna do, huh?! You think you have a choice?" Ragnar let out a wicked laugh, his voice dripping with amusent. "Why not just stay here with for eternity? What’s the point of struggling? The outside world is nothing but chaos and suffering. Who cares about any of that, anyway?"
"After all, it’s so much more fun and peaceful here, don’t you think? No pain, no worries... just endless tranquility." His smirk widened, his tone almost mocking. "Wouldn’t that be nice?"
I ignored whatever he said about staying here. Welp, in any case, I hate to admit it, but fighting Ragnar was like fighting myself on hardcore mode. Every move he made, every punch he threw, felt way too familiar.
But even though he was good, I could tell sothing was off. He wasn’t perfect or exactly the sa as . In fact, there was a slight difference in our fighting styles—perhaps due to my mories, I had a bit more fighting experience than him. Maybe that was the reason. Of course, the difference was minimal, but still... I might actually have a slight advantage in the long run.
For the first ti, I felt a glimr of hope, a sense that maybe, just maybe, there was a way out of this. I couldn’t help but smirk at Ragnar while watching his arrogant expression. "You sure talk a lot for soone who’s about to lose in the future," I shot back, my voice steady despite the chaos surrounding us. Without wasting a second, I threw a punch, fast and hard, aiming straight for his gut.
PUNCH!
BLOCK!
Ragnar barely blocked, which made grin. Of course, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Sure, he had my strength and my skills, but in the long run, I was definitely going to win this.
Now, of course, I’m well aware of his Infinite Regeneration skill—a power so formidable that it can even bring soone back to life. But what if... just what if I eat him? Sure, I might run into so digestion issues, but with my regeneration skill, I should be able to handle all of that without a problem, right?
After all, if my body could heal from almost anything, a little bit of stomach trouble shouldn’t be an issue, right? Kekeke! In other words, even if he doesn’t die, he will most likely be trapped in my stomach forever! Ah, the thought of it made smile.
However, then again, I’m not entirely sure if it would work 100%, but I’m still willing to give it a try nonetheless. After all, if I don’t try, how will I ever know, right? So, yeah, let’s just give it a go and see what happens. Trial and error, over and over again, until I figure out the weaknesses of this overpowered skill.
Ragnar, clearly having fun with the fight, stepped back montarily, as if giving so room to breathe—probably to mock further. "What’s the matter? You look like you’ve got so plan up your sleeve," he teased, a smirk spreading across his face.
I smirked back at him. "Haha! You’re damn right I d—!"
CHARGE!
But before I could even finish my sentence, he charged at again. Ugh, this son of a bitch! He tricked into talking and then caught off guard. Jeez, what a dirty move. That said, I hate to admit—this clone of mine isn’t just as strong as I am, he’s as smart as I am too.
"Die!!! Die!!! Die!!!" Ragnar shouted while attacking nonstop.
"Hurrah!!! Ora!!! Ora!!! Ora!!!" I said out loud, instinctively. I don’t know why I said it, but it was probably because I had watched too much JoJo.
PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! KICK! KICK! KICK!
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As the hours went by, I was slowly gaining the upper hand.
"Hahaha! What’s wrong, bitch?!" I taunted, a grin spreading across my face. "Did you finally realize you’re weaker than ? I an, didn’t you say you don’t have my mories? So doesn’t that an I have the upper hand? Because I’ve got more fighting experience, while you’re just a clone with barely any life experience. Well, I can’t bla you, though, since you only inherited a small portion of Ragnar’s mories."
"Oh, shut the fuck up! You haven’t won yet, so stop talking!" he snapped, clearly pissed off by what I just said.
Ha! Not only do I have more battle experience from fighting aliens, monsters and other superhumans, but also all those action-fantasy novels I read back on Earth might even co in handy here too. No matter how I look at it, I clearly have a slight advantage when it cos to battle knowledge.
Good! Now all that’s left is to kill Ragnar, and once he’s dead, I can start eating him imdiately. Oh, wait a minute! Maybe I can even cook him first! Ha! Now that’s even better! Bahaha!
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