Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 670

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"I'm ready when you are," Atticus said calmly.

Amara's gaze narrowed, her heart pounding in her chest. Atticus had basically just asked her to make the first move.

Normally, a 16-year-old boy telling a seasoned fighter well into her 30s to attack first during a spar would be seen as insulting. However, Amara didn't feel a shred of that.

'What the hell…' Her heart was racing, and she was trying to figure out why. Then it hit her.

'Ah… he stopped restraining his aura.'

That overwhelming and deadly aura, the same one they had all felt when Atticus entered the airship after leaving the chasm, was now palpable. Since they were about to battle, he had no reason to keep restraining it.

A 16-year-old? It seemed unbelievable! Atticus didn't even feel like any 30-year-old she had ever met.

Amara took a deep breath, calming her nerves. She wasn't going to falter here.

Her resolve firmed as the earth beneath her began to swirl, enveloping her whole body. Atticus watched calmly as the brown earth started changing color and composition, becoming silver and steel, hugging tightly against her body. It looked both hardened and flexible at the same time.

Amara's gaze turned ice cold, and with her focus locked on Atticus, she moved.

The ground trembled, fissures spidering outward as she vanished from sight, appearing in front of Atticus in the next instant, leaving a trail of sonic booms in her wake.

Her left leg stomped forward abruptly, her right hand bulking up before shooting toward Atticus's head.

Atticus remained calm, not a flicker of emotion crossing his face. As the punch neared, his stance shifted subtly. His head moved just enough to evade the incoming fist by a hair's breadth.

In an instant, his body surged forward, closing the distance. His movements were fluid, perfectly timed, and precise.

Amara's eyes darted left. 'A right hook,' she predicted. Just as her left hand moved to block, her eyes widened in realization, 'It's a feint!'

Before she could react, Atticus's fist hammered into her midsection.

The impact was brutal, crushing the air from her lungs. Her body crumpled inward, and with a deafening crack, the force sent her hurtling backward, carving a deep trench into the earth as she skidded to a halt.

The entire coliseum fell silent, every single onlooker wide-eyed, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

Amara breathed heavily, spitting a little blood from her mouth. 'I was right… he's way stronger,' she thought.

She staggered upward, trying to ignore the wrecking pain in her stomach. Despite the fact that the armor covering her body wasn't something a Master+ rank could easily damage, especially with just their fist, Atticus had done just that.

A fist-shaped indent marred the armor where he had punched, and she had felt the entire force through her body.

Amara breathed in and out heavily, regaining her composure. 'I'll have to bombard him.'

The ground beneath her rippled like water, responding to her will. She slammed her palms down, and the earth obeyed, jagged spikes shooting up from the ground, racing toward Atticus.