Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 697

Chapter 697 Eclipse

Chaos. Absolute, merciless chaos.

This was the simplest way to describe the current scene.

Dekai, an important figure in the Ravenstein family, a figure of great influence, had died—all because of the Stellaris family.

At this point, none of the Ravensteins cared about anything else. They didn't care about plans. They didn't care about strategy. They didn't care about techniques.

They cared about one thing only: ripping apart any orange-haired human they could see.

The fights were pure and total chaos. The Ravensteins no longer seemed like humans but like brutal, rabid animals.

Many ripped the Stellaris warriors apart with their bare hands. Some bit down on the necks of the Stellaris, tearing off their flesh. Others pinned them down, throwing a barrage of punches until they turned their opponents into mush.

But even amid the chaos, a few battles stood out from the rest.

One, in particular, had a clear winner.

Avalon and Helios's battle wasn't just a normal fight—it was cataclysmic. Explosions and dull, thunderous booms filled the air as the two fiery figures clashed in midair, each impact sending shockwaves across the battlefield.

Each clash was like a bomb going off, the ground trembling beneath their power.

But it was clear who the victor would be.

Helios looked utterly battered. His once proud and radiant figure was now beaten and bloodied, his orange hair matted with blood.

His body was covered in bruises and burns, bones cracked and barely healed, flesh torn and hastily regenerated by the energy he drew from the sun.

But even his seemingly limitless energy couldn't keep up with the unrelenting barrage of punches from Avalon. Each strike from Avalon's blazing fists was faster, stronger, and more devastating than the last.

Helios's face, once smug with overconfidence, was now twisted in utter bafflement. He had been so certain—so utterly convinced—that Avalon would fall before him.

After all, he had seen the change in Avalon's face when Dekai died. He had relished it. But this? This wasn't supposed to happen.

Helios had first seen Avalon years ago in the academy.

Helios had been two years ahead, already an established talent, but Avalon… Avalon had been the talk of the academy even as a first-year. He had outperformed those far above him in skill and strength, easily rising through the ranks.

And Helios? He had never been able to stand it.

That calm, indifferent look on Avalon's face, as if nothing in the world could touch him—it had created a deep hatred in Helios, a burning desire to prove that Avalon was nothing but talk.

But throughout their time in the academy, and even in the military, Helios had never gotten the chance to face Avalon. Until now. And yet, the fight was nothing like he had imagined in his head millions of times.

Avalon's fists moved with unreal speed, each blow landing like a hammer. A radiant pair of gauntlets had appeared on his arms, glowing with searing flames that made each punch even more devastating.

Helios roared in pain as Avalon's fists broke through his defenses, the sheer force of the strikes turning bones to dust, muscles shredded under the relentless onslaught.