Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 446

Chapter 446 Rummaged

Atticus's form leaned forward abruptly, as though he was descending towards the ground. Just as it appeared he might collide face-first with the floor, Atticus moved.

The ground beneath him immediately fractured, creating a miniature crater, as he sliced through the forest with unparalleled speed.

Despite his utterly battered and bloodied body, it would have been a miracle for Atticus to walk, but for him to still be able to achieve such a high speed in his current state…

Zekaron's heart beat wildly, an intense grin appearing on his face. He had been completely wrong about Atticus. Considering his sneak attack when he had been introducing himself, he had taken him for a coward.

But Zekaron could see that intense gaze; he knew very well what it was because he had seen it hundreds of times before, with him being the one to make the expression a majority of the times.

That was a warrior's stare. A stare one would give when they had absolutely no intention of giving up on the fight.

It was a look he knew all too well, a look he had shown so many times that it became his title.

"I am Zekaron the unyielding! Come, warrior! I will battle you to the death!" Zekaron thundered, the honor in his words palpable.

Each of his bone-like scythes suddenly became sharper as he instantly got into a stance, his gaze becoming serious.

Alas, Zekaron would have never expected what happened next to happen.

He had made the foolish mistake of thinking that Atticus was or would ever be an 'honorable' warrior.

It was very obvious that he was giving Atticus the honor of attacking first, a mistake he was going to pay dearly for.

Atticus's bloodied figure appeared in front of Zekaron like a phantom, noting the intense grin on his face.

His arm suddenly tensed, his hand flicking as he threw a staggering amount of sand at Zekaron's eyes, instantly covering his vision.

Zekaron's shock was palpable. Sand?

There was nothing more dishonorable than what Atticus had just done! But Zekaron reeled in his anger. He knew he was currently in battle, and despite the fact that his opponent was weak, a slight amount of distraction was lethal.

Zekaron's aura suddenly surged outwards, its force sending the forms of the sand away from him.

His seething gaze instantly turned towards his side where Atticus had suddenly appeared, only to meet the form of an intense crimson liquid covering his vision.

Zekaron only had the time to see the squeezed mouth of Atticus when the blood splattered on his face.

Zekaron felt a raging storm welling up within him, an intense amount of anger.

Part of it was directed at himself for being so naive to believe Atticus was a true warrior, and the other part was directed at the culprit himself.

But Zekaron didn't have the chance to vent; he didn't even have the chance to clear his vision. He had been distracted by his anger for a split second, a second Atticus had no chance of missing.

Atticus's piercing blue eyes suddenly took on a tint of red in their irises. His eyes glowed as his form was instantly covered from head to toe in a red translucent glow.

Atticus felt his body becoming freer and lighter, his every movement becoming more effortless.