Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445 Desperation

Zerakon's movements were effortless and swift as he swirled in the air, a vertical slash appearing inches away from Atticus' head.

Atticus had been able to catch everything, from Zerakon's transformation to the vertical slash he unleashed at his head.

They all seemed slow to him, but Atticus' body couldn't react to the abrupt change in time.

He had immediately stopped his momentum, already predicting the strike, but Atticus only had enough time to move his head away from the trajectory of the attack.

The razor-sharp bone-like scythe protruding out of Zekaron's wrist slashed down Atticus's left shoulder down to his chest, leaving a nasty gash.

A fountain of crimson blood gushed out of the wound, splattering on the earth, followed by an unimaginable amount of pain.

Atticus instantly gritted his teeth hard, his hand clenched as he pushed down the pain deep inside him and darted backwards, attempting to put some distance between the both of them, but Zerakon was no fool.

While he was completely confident about his strength, he knew well enough that Atticus shouldn't be left alone. This human had surprised him more than once today.

Plus, it wasn't the warrior's way, never hold back in battle and fight with all you got, this was the warrior's way, a way ingrained into his bones from childhood.

With long bone-like scythes protruding out of each of his limbs, Zerakon moved.

His form blurred with speed, his every movement swift and weightless, seemingly as though he were carving the air, leaving behind a trail of slicing whispers.

He appeared in front of the retreating Atticus, his form spinning as he unleashed a series of slashes that threatened to split Atticus' form into multiple pieces.

Atticus swallowed hard, ignoring the blood gushing out of the nasty gash on his chest. He forced his body to move as he tried to evade the devastating attacks coming from every elevation.

He barely managed to avoid the attacks, three long gashes appearing on his arm, torso, and leg.

But Zerakon had no intention of relenting; his speed suddenly doubled, his form blurring as he closed in on Atticus once more, a multitude of air-splitting slashes heading towards Atticus.

Both their figures moved at fast speed around the forest, Atticus' whole being completely focused on evading each of the lethal attacks.

Trees were cut into pieces as though they were twigs, and the gashes on Atticus' form kept on intensifying.

Despite the fact that Atticus was still able to easily catch each of Zerakon's movements, his body was unable to react to his swift and erratic attacks.

After a few moments, the inevitable happened; Atticus' movements suddenly started getting sluggish as the blood loss began settling in.

At this point, Atticus' gaze was wide open, his whole mind focused on staying lucid. His breathing was haggard, vision completely fizzy, his whole form filled with deep cuts and crimson blood gushing out of each of them.

No one among the Ravenstein youth or even the White Omen's division would ever dream of seeing the white-haired monster in such a state. And the fact that an Advanced rank alien was the cause of this would've been even more baffling.

But here it was, happening in reality.

Atticus suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, its intensity forcing him to immediately cease using his perception, an action he instantly regretted dearly.