Sebas approached step by step, his dragon claws dripping with blood. He was in no hurry—time and the situation were firmly on his side. If the fight kept going like this, EeDechi's fate was sealed: she would be torn to the brink of death by those claws.
Sebas flicked his palm outward. The ground erupted into a towering mountain that slammed EeDechi skyward. At the same instant, an inverted peak thrust down from the gray, hazy clouds, crushing toward her from above. EeDechi leaped backward, narrowly avoiding the collision of the two mountains.
Sebas, still in his draconic form, charged across the sliding rubble straight at her. EeDechi snapped both arms wide, fists whipping through the air in a storm of punches. Boulders exploded into powder, gravel and dust swirling into thick smoke that the wind whipped in every direction until the haze blotted out the sky.
EeDechi slipped through the dim cloud like a fish through murky water, silent and swift, veering off in a new direction. Something was wrong with this space. She had to change tactics and circle around behind Sebas.
Rock shards pattered down around her. EeDechi eased past a massive boulder—only for five razor-sharp blades of shadow to slash straight at her face.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sebas's voice rang out as if he could see straight through the stone. He smashed the mountainside apart and lunged. EeDechi twisted at the last heartbeat, dodging by the narrowest margin.
She staggered back a step, the pieces suddenly clicking into place. "You can predict the path of my attacks!"
"Exactly," Sebas said, flicking a pebble from his shoulder. "Inside Knife and Chopping Board, your position, every shift of your body, every change in your punches—they all show up as crystal-clear trajectories in my eyes."
"Damn it!" EeDechi spun and bolted toward the distant mountain range. If she couldn't beat him, she could at least outrun him, right?
She ran hard for a long stretch, yet the far-off peaks stayed impossibly far. Then Sebas's figure appeared in her sight again. He turned and walked toward her, calm and unhurried.
"The arena's space is narrow—there's nowhere to run," Sebas declared in a ringing voice, striding forward to charge once more.
Sparks exploded in the air as the two crashed together in a furious tangle. Sebas slipped past the swirling fist-shadow trajectories that surrounded him, seized the opening, and raked a brutal gash across EeDechi's abdomen. Blood fountained out in a thick crimson column.
EeDechi staggered back two steps, coughing up blood. She sucked in a sharp breath, one hand clamped over the wound, her face twisted in a savage grimace.
"All your attack trajectories are laid bare before me," Sebas said, eyes locked on EeDechi as he prepared the finishing blow. "No matter how exquisite your fist techniques or how superior your skill, they're completely useless now!"
"Oh yeah?" EeDechi threw her head back and laughed, then her expression turned ice-cold. "Since you can see my fist work so clearly, then open your eyes wide and get an even better look!"
BANG!
The two collided at supersonic speed, razor-sharp claw shadows slashing across each other. Fresh bloody gashes tore open across EeDechi's body.
"Disappointing," Sebas shook his head. "Your punches are getting sloppy and completely without form or discipline! Let me put an end to this."
"I've grasped a new Martial Art!" EeDechi roared. "Old man, the one who's about to end is you! Open your eyes wide and watch my fist path clearly!"
"Come on! I'm watching," Sebas replied, his focus razor-sharp. He pushed Knife and Chopping Board to its absolute limit. No matter how many unique twists EeDechi's attacks had—even brand-new techniques—none could escape his perfect prediction of their trajectories.
Martial Art: Wild Punches Kill the Old Master!
EeDechi exploded forward in a single savage step, closing the gap to Sebas in an instant. Her blood-drenched fists swung down like red-hot steel, hammering into a blistering storm of blows. She no longer thought about Martial Arts, techniques, or refined fist forms—her mind held only one command: punch, punch, and punch again!
Accompanying those meteor-falling-from-the-heavens fists came EeDechi's roar, her blood boiling with raw fury:
"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!"
In the blink of an eye, EeDechi's punching speed had reached thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions, trillions of strikes!
Even in the chaotic whirlwind of fists, Sebas could still see the attack trajectory of every single punch EeDechi threw—but there were simply too many of them!
Any one of her attacks appeared in Sebas's eyes as a single clean white line. Now those lines wove together in a dense tangle, like countless balls of yarn knotted into one impossible mess. The endless trajectories crammed tight against one another, filling the entire space.
"OH NO!" Sebas realized he had leaned too hard on the World Item Knife and Chopping Board. He tried to drop into a defensive stance, but there was no time left to plan. All he could do was flail wildly to block.
Several punches slammed into Sebas's gut. A few of them barely registered, but the ones that followed came faster and harder than a hurricane.
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM…
The sound of fists pounding flesh exploded like strings of firecrackers going off!
One strike broken—and every strike after it crumbled too. Sebas coughed up a mouthful of dark blood. His scales shattered piece by piece, his tough dragon bones cracking under the relentless barrage. His body looked like it was pockmarked with meteor craters…
BOOM!
Sebas, now little more than a human-shaped punching bag, slammed to the ground and lost consciousness. He had been beaten into a bloody, mangled mess.
White smoke curled from the knuckles of EeDechi's clenched fists. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air. Throwing punches at that insane speed had drained her of enormous stamina.
"Old timer," EeDechi muttered to herself while rolling her sore, swollen arms, "at your age, you should be back home cuddling a pretty lass and living the good life. What are you doing out here wandering around?"
A giant sword dropped from the sky above. Its hilt landed perfectly in her grip.
Sebas wasn't dead. Though he had blacked out, the powerful dragon blood in his veins was already repairing his body. Still, there was no way he would be getting up anytime soon.
A grand voice boomed from the heavens: "Victor: the enemy! Judgment: you may leave."
EeDechi and the unconscious Sebas were both yanked by an invisible force, pulled out of the domain of Knife and Chopping Board.
...
The wildly spinning dark-red tornado came to a halt. EeDechi stepped out of the storm, her clothes hanging in tatters and still dripping with red blood. Alongside her appeared a battered, blood-soaked body that had been flung out—Sebas Tian.
"Captain! You're back! Whoa, blood-soaked beauty—looking sexy as hell!" Franco waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Barrett let out a long sigh of relief.
Solution, trapped inside the octagonal magic array on the ground, saw the unconscious Sebas and cried out in despair, "NO! SEBAS!"