Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128 Training 3

Atticus darted to the right at fast speed, evading a fire shaped fist that threatened to turn him into a crisp. Without resting for a single second, he darted to the left again, dodging the streak of lightning threatening to electrocute him.

Atticus darted from the right to left, constantly dodging the attacks of both robots. He was already getting tired of the constant attacks.

This was how the robots fought. They started the fight slow and then increased the intensity when they saw the individual was able to take it.

'I can't continue this way,' Atticus thought. He decided to change tactics. He immediately started creating the pipelines as he was dodging the attacks. After advancing to the Advanced- rank, it currently took him about 30 seconds to be able to create it, a stark contrast to the milliseconds it took when he was battling Astrion back when he had the power boost.

After about 30 seconds, Atticus was able to create the pipelines, and he immediately released 6 rapid bursts from his mana core, directing two each to his hands, legs, and blade.

Atticus suddenly blurred, swiftly and easily evading the constant barrage of the duo. He appeared in front of the robots, his katana was already drawn out, intending to sever both heads of the robots. But just when the strike was about to hit, their figures suddenly vanished, making his sword hit the air. Suddenly, Atticus saw a devastating punch coming from below. The punch was coming at a fast speed, but his eyes were still able to catch its movement.

But no matter how hard he tried, his body just could not react in time. The punch connected brutally from below with his jaw, its sheer force overwhelming his defenses.

Even before the force of the strike had a chance to propel him backward, Atticus was struck again, this time by a fierce kick delivered by robot Magnus. The blow sent him hurtling through the air, and he struck the ground with considerable force, rolling painfully across the floor for several meters.

Every fiber of his being screamed in agony, and Atticus struggled to regain his footing. His head still throbbed from the relentless blows he had received on his head, leaving him disoriented and dizzy, as he attempted to reorient himself.

Shaking his head vigorously, Atticus attempted to clear the lingering dizziness. After a few moments, he summoned the willpower to stand, his hands gingerly massaging his throbbing jaw in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain.

"You would think they have a beef with my jaw or something," Atticus commented with a hint of wry humor. The last blows had nearly shattered his jaw and cheekbone.

'They're strong, very strong,' Atticus thought, gazing at the duo who was standing in one place not moving at all.