Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 484

Chapter 484 Shifting

To Luther, everything he had just witnessed was hard to believe. He had heard that the human they were after had defeated Prince Zekaron while he was just at Intermediate+ rank.

Hearing that, Luther had immediately dismissed it as bullshit, and truly it was. No one in their right mind would believe something like that.

He had believed that there was a mistake somewhere, maybe he had some help? That was what he believed.

However, his entire belief had just been shattered into countless pieces within the first few seconds of fighting this same human.

It was hard to describe exactly what it was. Was he overwhelmingly powerful? Was he incredibly fast? Could he see into the future?

Those thoughts kept ringing in Luther's mind. Atticus's movements were swift yet not too swift that they couldn't react to it. However, Luther couldn't help but be baffled by the unfolding events. Just what was this human?

A sickening crunch suddenly resounded in the area, followed by Lucienta's figure being sent flying backward, brutally hitting the wall headfirst with a sickening thud.

Luther's expression changed. Ignoring the bulging pain in his right leg, a long bone-made sword suddenly formed in his hand, both hands gripping it over his head tightly.

Luther's stance shifted, his right leg stomping forward, his stance firming.

At dizzying speed, the bone-made sword descended downwards, cleaving the air toward Atticus's figure in the air.

After freeing himself from the notion that water only had one movement, it was as if a whole reservoir of knowledge had suddenly opened up.

Water could flow like a stream, moving smoothly and continuously, and at the same time, water could also surge forward like a crashing wave. But this was far from being the only thing water could do.

The nature of Atticus's movement changed, his body's momentum suddenly shifting in a fluid motion, akin to the rapid change in direction of a swift current.

His figure abruptly shifted a few meters to his right, enabling him to evade the cleaving strike with mind-numbing agility.

But Luther wasn't done. His eyes were fixated on Atticus's figure in the air as though he had expected him to evade his strike.

Luther's gaze suddenly flashed, his aura exploding. Each of the red intricate lines on his skin suddenly lit up with a low glow that illuminated the area.

The bone-made sword he was holding suddenly turned to nothingness as both his fists clenched hard.

Instantaneously and without uttering a word, a staggering amount of bone-made spikes suddenly materialized in the air around Atticus, whizzing through the air from every conceivable angle toward Atticus.

'Shit!' Luther inwardly exclaimed. He had been too carried away by the moment that he had inadvertently gone too far.

Regardless of whether Atticus had gotten one over on them, at the end of the day, he was still an Intermediate+ rank, a fact that was still shocking until now.