Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1470

Chapter 1470: Combination

An incalculable number of slashes filled the air and blazed toward Raziel.

"This again!"

Raziel frowned. He waved his arm and the air around him grew heavy. But as the slashes reached him, his eyes constricted. None of them were affected by the weight!

"Immovable Wall!"

He raised both arms and a darkened barrier formed around him just as the slashes struck. They detonated in a wave of searing energy that consumed the skies.

’What just happened?’

Raziel waved his arms and blasted the haze apart. The temperature spiked. He spun, and saw Atticus appearing behind him in a blaze of dark crimson, katana flashing down.

"Absolute Weight."

Raziel roared, and his Will descended. But a moment later, his eyes narrowed to slits.

Atticus was unaffected.

’How?’

Raziel moved, evading the series of slashes that tore through the skies.

His power affected anything that bore even the slightest weight. The slashes, though made from energy and Will, should have weight. Or else how could they physically affect him?

That they remained untouched by his Will was impossible.

As more barrage came, Raziel studied them and frowned.

’It’s his Will.’

Atticus’ Will was somehow influencing him and his attacks.

’They have no weight.’

But how was that possible?

The only way something like this would happen was if it was Atticus’ Will imposition on the world. But it wasn’t. Raziel was sure his Will was meant to burn, not turn weightless.

’A Will Art?’

Raziel’s eyes widened in shock.

What were the odds of learning an art perfect for this battle? Raziel didn’t believe it likely.

Will Arts were learned based on necessity. A strong attack, great defense. No one would waste time learning an art that made them weightless or else it served them. Which brought him back to his shock.

’He just learned it now.’

Atticus had figured out how his ability worked, and had suddenly created an art that better combated it.

That someone would be capable of doing such was insane. Will Arts took time.

Time to define the process, to learn and get used to it. Creating and using a new will art during battle was as crazy as it was impossible. Yet, Raziel was sure it just occurred.

’He’s crazy.’

As he barely evaded another barrage of attacks, Raziel found himself grinning.

’My heart’s pounding...’

When last had he felt this during battle? When last had someone pushed him to such extremes!

"Hahaha!"

He burst into a crazed laughter and locked eyes with Atticus.

’He’s still in Logoth.’

Even now, Atticus’ eyes appeared emotionless. He hadn’t even glanced at the champion going after Magnus.

’He’s trying to kill me.’

Logoth cut out all the noise and focused on the goal. Rather than stupidly trying to go after the champion, he would kill its god and get rid of the threat. Raziel’s eyes blazed.

"Try it if you can!"

His dark Will flared violently and his eyes flashed purple. His Will condensed into a long staff that made the air tremble.

He thrust it out just as Atticus’ katana descended, and their collision birthed a shockwave so intense debris blasted past the city and into the forest.

Atticus shot back in a blur of crimson.

’Heavy.’

"Fusion."

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