Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 483

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The one who had just spoken had undoubtedly been Lucienta, and Atticus couldn't help but notice her right hand was clenched hard.

Atticus still had his whole body covered up in a suit, along with his face. Apart from that, he was still wearing a latex suit underneath! Anyone would have assumed he was one of the bone race. But for some reason, they knew he was a human.

Seeing that Atticus didn't respond once more, Lucienta's expression morphed into anger.

"You'd be dead already if not for Lord Spineus," she snarled, taking a step forward.

But she couldn't go further as Luther suddenly placed his firm hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

Lucienta's gaze shot backward to look at Luther, who shook his head with a firm expression.

"Calm yourself; this is not your stage," Luther advised.

Lucienta gritted her teeth, taking in a deep breath. She calmed her raging mind. "I'm sorry," she muttered.

Luther simply nodded at her, and she had hardly turned her gaze back toward the front before Atticus had already moved.

Atticus had hardly ever used the water element to move before, and this was because he more often than not needed to move fast during battle.

He would always choose fire for a sudden burst of speed or air for an otherwise relative fast speed. It wasn't until later that he added lightning to the fray.

But Atticus had been wrong. He had completely neglected the water element, thinking it was only for seamless movements.

It wasn't until his elemental mimicry advanced to the Advanced-rank and his constitution changed that Atticus became aware of how foolish he had been.

The elements were ever-changing; there was no single movement that could define them.

Fire was unpredictable yet predictable; it could flicker and dance, constantly shifting in shape and intensity. It could also spread out and consume everything in its path like a wave. _{freёweɓnovel.com}

Air was free yet fierce; it could move and swirl with frightening lightness. It could also swirl and spiral violently, unleashing powerful gusts that whipped debris into the air.

Earth was steadfast yet ever-changing; its surface shifted and morphed over time. It could crumble and erode away slowly, like sand slipping through fingers. Or it could shake and tremble with seismic force, as if the very ground beneath one's feet was alive and restless, reshaping the terrain in an instant.

And lastly, water. It was fluid and dynamic, embodying both serenity and power. It could flow effortlessly, meandering along its path with graceful ease, shaping the land with its gentle caress.

Yet, it could also surge and crash with unstoppable force, like a tidal wave crashing against the shore.

And surge Atticus did.

Atticus surged forward, leaving a streak of water in his wake. He looked like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, consuming everything in its path.

Atticus closed the distance, a water-made sword forming in his hand.

With lethal force, he slashed, the water-made sword appearing inches away from Lucienta's neck.

Throughout the entire scene, Atticus didn't utter a word. He didn't even try to talk his way out of the situation or reason with them.

He would have to be a fool to think there was any way out of this without violence, especially with Lucienta's staggering killing intent.

There was no need to say anything.