The crowd was going absolutely insane, their voices creating a wall of sound that made rational thought difficult.
"THE CHAMPION IS MATCHING HIM!"
"LOOK AT THAT DEFENSE!"
"THE SOUL WARDEN CAN'T LAND A SOLID HIT!"
"ADAPTIVE EVOLUTION! IT'S REAL!"
Jack pressed the assault, not giving the Champion time to fully adjust.
He mixed spear techniques with brutal claw strikes, teleporting between attacks to make his patterns unpredictable.
Oscar's tip scored several shallow cuts on the Champion's arms and torso, and his demonic claws left gouges in the warrior's newly restored flesh.
But the wounds healed.
Jack could see the process happening. It was happening terrifyingly fast. A deep gash across the Champion's ribs closed in three seconds, skin knitting back together as if time were reversing.
A puncture wound in his shoulder sealed itself while Jack watched, and within five seconds, there was no evidence it had ever existed.
[Adaptive Regeneration: Active]
