Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 761

761 Confused

The five of them muttered in unison,

"First Art… Dimensional Shred," Before Atticus could even process those words, the five figures vanished, and the air around him suddenly distorted violently. Shimmering rifts began to tear through space, each one slicing toward him from multiple angles. They moved with deadly precision, faster than the eye could follow, each rift like a blade cutting through reality itself.

Earlier, he had barely blocked this art from one Carius, but now he would have to face five of them— each even stronger than the earlier attack.

"Endless Blade."

Atticus's body reacted on instinct. His katana flashed, slashing through the air in rapid, precise movements as he attempted to parry the incoming attacks.

'So heavy,' Atticus could feel the bones in his body vibrating intensely despite not directly clashing with the devastating attacks. His slashes intercepted the attacks from a distance, and yet he felt their impact.

Atticus unleashed arcs after arcs, each one cutting through the air with lethal force, but they barely managed to hold back the five streaks of blackness streaking toward him from multiple directions.

They closed in. Atticus's gaze flashed.

The ground beneath him shattered as he pushed his body to the limit, lightning sparking across his form as he maximized his speed.

His movements blurred, leaving behind multiple afterimages. His steps cracked the stone platforms as countless azure slashes appeared around him, each one aimed at intercepting the five Carius figures.

Atticus's eyes widened as he saw each of his slashes get torn apart like fragile glass.

The second art of the Life Blade focused on unleashing numerous attacks, and while they were formidable, when directly pitted against the concentrated power of the first art, they ultimately fell short.

The five streaks of blackness tore through his azure slashes, the blades appearing inches away from severing his form.

Atticus's gaze turned ice cold, his instincts screaming at him. His eyes moved rapidly, calmly assessing the situation.

'Head, neck, and heart,' His heightened senses pinpointed the lethal strikes, and he focused entirely on evading them. His body moved in sync with his thoughts.

Slash! Spurt!

Intense pain racked Atticus's body. He had managed to evade the lethal strikes that would have killed him, but two of the attacks sliced through a significant part of his right foot and left hand.

The missed attacks continued on their paths, carving through the air and splitting countless hovering platforms into fragments.

The very sky seemed to tear open, and shockwaves rippled outward, sending debris flying in every direction.