Winter Ghost was still in a dazed state; he truly couldn't understand what had just happened.
Having moved quite far away from Lyxander, his face showed an unpleasant frown.
Once again, he lunged toward Lyxander, and once again his body spun in the air.
This time, he shifted to Lyxander's left side, lunged again, and his body spun through the air once more.
To the right side—but his body spun in the air again.
Right, left, front, back—from every direction and angle, Ghost had tried everything, yet no matter what he did, his body would always end up in the air.
Finally, Winter Ghost decided to move far away from Lyxander, trying to process what had just happened.
'His position didn't change?'
'What just happened? Was that his identity ability?'
He remained silent, staring at Lyxander for a while.
Silence.
Both of them stood still, unmoving. Ghost, who had been aggressive earlier, became passive, creating a stalemate between them.
Lyxander looked at Ghost calmly—extremely calmly, even. He had never felt this calm before, and perhaps never would again.
That didn't mean he was no longer angry. Even now, he was still furious over Zirkon's death. Though he had only known Zirkon for about a month, Lyxander still cared about his death.
Perhaps this was the influence of his family from his previous life. Despite living a harsh life, Lyxander had still learned the meaning of care from the care his family had given him.
Lyxander's pupils trembled. He remembered something—or perhaps someone.
Someone who cared about him besides his own family. A hunched old man, with a sharp gaze and a stern face. That stern man was his trainer.
"Satria, you are strong, so remember this..."
"Never fight when you're angry."
"This is not advice. This is a prohibition."
A sarcastic grin appeared on Lyxander's face. It wasn't directed at Ghost, but at himself.
'I'm sorry, Master, but... right now, I'm very angry!'
Lyxander was still lost in his thoughts when Ghost had already made his move again.
Running straight forward, Ghost launched a vertical thrust, aiming directly at his solar plexus.
Time seemed to slow down. Once again, Lyxander prepared to spin Ghost into the air, his hand gently touching the surface of Ghost's arm.
However—
Unlike before, this time Ghost shifted directly in front of Lyxander. Not to avoid his movement—because he couldn't even see Lyxander's speed—but to successfully observe Lyxander's fast movements.
Of course, Lyxander wouldn't allow that. Even though Ghost could move quickly, Lyxander's thought acceleration was still far faster.
Lyxander finally moved, stepping forward and placing his arm on the neck of the newly appeared Ghost. With enough force, Ghost spun into the air once again.
Ghost, who had just appeared, still didn't understand what had happened, but his eyes gleamed brightly as if he had found enlightenment.
'So that's how it is! I understand now.'
Not allowing Lyxander to take further initiative, Ghost once again moved far in front of him.
This time, he returned to being passive. A smirk appeared on his face, and in a mocking tone, he said,
"That's martial arts, isn't it?"
Lyxander looked quite surprised. Who would have thought someone knew about martial arts in this world? Of course, there were combat arts like swordsmanship and various weapons here, but unarmed combat was quite rare. After all, what kind of fool fights barehanded when you have firearms?
"Oh, it seems you know quite a bit about martial arts?"
Ghost let out a small chuckle, though for some reason, he seemed rather bitter.
"It's just that 1 O'clock —Chimera, my senior—was a martial arts practitioner and the last member of the Shadow Clan. So... I'm quite used to getting beaten up barehanded."
'Shadow Clan?' Lyxander became curious about the Shadow Clan. Even on Earth, there were many secret martial arts clans with strange techniques, so he was quite surprised to learn that such a clan existed in this world as well.
Thud!
'What?!'
Suddenly, Ghost launched a kick.
It sent Lyxander flying quite far backward.
Lyxander was startled, but fortunately, he reacted in time and blocked Ghost's kick.
Of course, Ghost wouldn't waste this opportunity.
Before Lyxander's feet could touch the ground, he had already lunged again.
His knife aimed at Lyxander's right side.
Smack!
Lyxander clapped his hands and activated the repulsion mode of his gloves. But since there was no concentrated object, the repulsive force from his gloves exploded outward.
Ghost, who knew nothing about Lyxander's gloves, couldn't react in time.
The explosion of repulsive force forced his knife to swing backward, stabbing straight into his own chest.
Lyxander didn't waste this chance.
After his gloves had been destroyed in the battle against the lizard Entity, they now had a new feature. Lyxander no longer needed to switch between repulsion and attraction modes—both could now be used simply by the direction of his fingers.
Lyxander clenched his fist tightly—tighter than ever—and moved the knife lodged in Ghost's chest.
The knife shifted sideways, tearing through Ghost's own chest.
Blood poured out from his chest.
Ghost's chest burned with pain—not ordinary pain, but an excruciating one.
"Damn... I didn't expect a weapon like that."
Lyxander's pupils widened. What happened next was truly shocking.
The blood that had been pouring out suddenly stopped, and Ghost's open chest—its insides exposed—closed back up.
A Rank 4 ability. What distinguishes them from Rank 3 and below is EGO.
An ability that allows its user to eliminate vital points. Of course, the reason vital points disappear is due to automatic regeneration when EGO is activated.
However, even without using EGO, a Rank 4 can still regenerate manually.
Lyxander trembled as he recalled Oscar's terrifying regeneration. Now he understood why Orochi said the gap in power from Rank 4 and above was enormous.
They were extremely difficult to kill.
Seeing Lyxander's shock, Ghost smiled. He prepared himself to fight again.
"Phew..." Lyxander took a breath and let it out. "Hwah..."
His breathing changed, and the aura around him shifted as well. He immediately took on a strange stance.
Lyxander's gaze sharpened, making Ghost feel as if he were being cut just by looking at him.
"Speed limit—Release!"
BAM!
In the next moment, Lyxander's punch slammed into Ghost's face.