HAMMER, CHAINS AND ICE
838 Words
The Naija youth activated Intermediate Void Step repeatedly, blinking across the battlefield like a ghost.
Boom!
He shattered two guardians with a precise Core Qi Blast straight to the hidden cores within their bodies.
The remaining twelve immediately formed a deadly battle array. Their combined auras merged into a swirling void storm that restricted his every movement.
[Alert]
[Core Qi Suppression at 30%]
*I know that, damn it!* Chris thought, punching the array repeatedly while unleashing minimal but precise energy attacks. They were all nullified the moment they touched the void storm.
A hammer-wielding guardian smashed down on him from above with massive force. Chris quickly crossed both arms to block.
BOM!
Bones cracked on impact. The earth beneath him shattered as his feet sank deep into the soft mud.
“Ahhh!”
The hammer-wielding guardian roared, his aura surging as he pressed his weapon down with even greater strength.
The Naija youth growled in pain through gritted teeth. The overwhelming force drove him to one knee. Blood trickled from his mouth, dripping down his lips and onto the ground.
“I’m not falling today. Una no fit do s**t!” (You all cannot do anything!) Chris declared, slowly rising back up.
“Abyssal Chains!”
Another guardian unleashed his technique, binding Chris’s legs with dark void energy.
“Trying to kill me?” The Naija youth raised his eyes slowly. His gaze glowed and narrowed. “I no go accept that fate!” (I will not accept that fate!) he roared, his voice echoing like a sonic emitter across the battlefield.
He hovered to his feet. Veins bulged across his body like thick ropes.
“Naija Heritage: Pressure of Tinubu!”
His Core Qi exploded outward like a nuclear blast, smashing the hammer-wielding guardian into multiple pillars. A gigantic brown sword formed high above them, pinning all the guardians to the ground. Their feet shattered the earth, creating a massive crater.
“Kill him now, you fool!” the Fist Emperor ordered, glaring at the hammer user.
The guardian burst out of the pillar with a war cry, blood trickled from his chest area, where armor used to be. He pushed himself up and charged forward, his hammer carving a long trench across the earth’s surface.
“Release me!!” The Naija youth’s voice thundered.
The sword crashed down.
Boom!
A multi-colored vortex of fire detonated outward. Five guardians were sent flying through the massive floating platforms. The chains binding Chris shattered, and a huge crater formed at the center of the hall.
Dust filled the air. Parts of the ground glowed red-hot. Shards of broken weapons lay scattered everywhere.
Chris coughed violently, still on one knee as the Shield of Shege slowly faded like mist. Blood flowed from his mouth, one eye was swollen shut, and sweat evaporated the moment it touched the scorching ground. His left arm pressed firmly against his knee for support.
The air reeked of blood and burnt flesh.
[Core Energy Depleting]
[Host Body Status: Multiple Broken Bones. Internal Bleeding at 50%]
[Qi Reserves at 50%]
*It’s annoying. I’m clearly stronger than before, yet every opponent I face, I still have to put my life on the line to survive. Damn it.*
After thirty-two minutes of blistering speed, agility, quick thinking, clashing techniques, and desperate last-second defenses, only seven guardians remained.
The Naija youth hovered unsteadily, legs shaking. His body was battered, eyes swollen, breathing ragged.
“This is the finale, bastards!” Chris yelled violently, a wide smirk on his face. “Make una bring everything—throw it all at me! (You all should bring everything—throw it all at me!) Because I’m promising to return all of you to thy maker!”
Two guardians rose from the rubble and charged at him. The others could barely stand.
The first wielded a silver sickle in each hand, while the second trailed behind with a strange, sharp-edged staff.
Chris remained motionless.
*Come closer, you fuckers.*
He drew his katana with his left hand, gripped the blade firmly with both hands, and took his stance. He exhaled, and the air around him froze.
“Blade Art: One Blade, Ten Thousand Cries — One Slash.”
The temperature plummeted dangerously. Breathing became nearly impossible. Ice spears and pillars erupted from the ground as a single, blinding s***h tore through the air at incredible speed.
“Watch out!” the guardian with the strange staff shouted, pushing his ally aside.
Voooom!
The air-cutting s***h passed through the staff-wielding guardian, instantly turning him into a pillar of frozen ice. The ice cracked and shattered completely.
Chris chuckled softly.
“Brother!” the sickle-wielding guardian cried out. His furious gaze locked onto Chris.
“You can join your brother in the grave!” the Naija youth mocked.
“It is you who—”
An ice spear stabbed him from the side, interrupting his words. It froze his core before shattering it completely.
"I told you." Chris muttered under his breath.
*Five left.* He thought.
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