Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 656

Chapter 656 Appeared

Alvis felt the grip of death tightening around his entire being. Atticus's speed, his power—everything had suddenly skyrocketed into the grandmaster+ rank!

Where was all this power coming from?

Alvis needed answers, but it seemed he wouldn't be getting them today.

The crimson crescent slash reached its mark, the sizzling sound of burning flesh echoing as it parted Alvis's nose.

Just as it was about to sever Alvis in two, an overwhelming force suddenly slammed into Alvis's side, shifting his body out of the way. However, the slash didn't stop.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the crescent slash phased through Alvis's right shoulder, its movement so smooth and effortless that it seemed almost unreal.

For a brief, surreal moment, the world seemed to freeze. The crescent slash continued its path, disappearing into the distance, its energy carving a clean line across the horizon.

Then, as if the world exhaled, devastation ensued.

The ground beneath them split open, the slash's trajectory tracing a jagged, kilometers-long scar into the earth. Mountains crumbled, and rivers diverted in its wake.

For a moment, it felt as though nothing had happened. Alvis remained still, having stopped his momentum, his expression unreadable.

But then, a spurt of blood arced through the air, vivid against the backdrop of destruction. His arm, severed at the shoulder, separated from his body and fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

The entire area fell into stunned silence, the only sound the distant rumble of the earth settling and the faint hiss of escaping air from the chasm. Blood dripped slowly from Alvis's severed shoulder, hitting the ground with surprising loudness.

Alvis stared absently at the spot where his arm had been, his expression unreadable.

His arm had been severed? By a 16-year-old child?

Alvis felt baffled, trying his very best to deny reality. But deep down, he knew the truth. His arm had really been severed, and his life had been saved by Ronad's interference.

"Sorry, kid. I don't like him either, but I can't have you killing him," Ronad said.

Ronad's words sounded apologetic, but his tone and expression were anything but. He had a wide grin on his face, and his tone seemed more like he was mocking Atticus.

However, Atticus didn't care about how either of them was currently feeling. That had been his chance to kill Alvis, but he had unfortunately missed it.

'I feel weak.'

While the exosuit had the power to absorb and multiply the force of attacks, it wasn't omnipotent. It had its limits, and Atticus had just stretched that limit to the utmost extent it could possibly reach.

The power Atticus had just unleashed with the exosuit was so immense that the suit immediately shut down, the suit retracting from Atticus's body and streaming into the slump on his chest.

Atticus felt the intense fatigue hit him. Without the suit's support, his power had reduced significantly.

'Looks like there's no other choice,' Atticus thought, holding his katana tightly and fixing his eyes on Alvis.

'This is going to hurt.'

Alvis clenched his remaining fist so hard that blood dripped from it. He had no idea what was making him angrier: the fact that a 16-year-old had cut off his arm, or that Ronad, that fool, had actually saved his life.

Atticus, caught off guard by the sudden surge of power, had no time to react. The punch slammed into him with the force of a meteor strike, his body crumpling under the impact. _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}