Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 776

Chapter 776 Apex

A genius in battle.

Those were four words. Four words that many would consider simple, yet their meaning was far from it.

To fully grasp the weight of those words, one had to look beyond their surface and delve into their rawest essence. The first…

Battles.

To the people of Eldoralth, who had grown up in a world filled with endless conflict, battles were not just clashes for survival or conquest.

They were entertainment— a celebration of strength that held a beauty all on its own.

There was something undeniably captivating about watching warriors meet on the battlefield, especially when the combatants were extraordinarily powerful and elite.

In those moments, the crowd would feel their hearts hammering, an irresistible surge of thrill, as if the very essence of battle coursed through their veins.

It was mesmerizing and electric, a frenzy that pulsed through the collective heart of the onlookers, connecting them to the brutality unfolding before them. It was as though they themselves were on the battlefield.

But after decades of constant battles ensuring, certain individuals soon stood out —a select few who redefined the very art of fighting. A select few who changed the way people viewed combat itself. These select people were called…

A genius of battle.

A genius in battle was not just skilled. He wasn't just elite, adept with handling weapons and fighting.

He was born to fight.

It was as though combat were an extension of his nature, a fluid language that needed no thought.

Every move, every strike, would always be executed with effortless grace, and every decision was instinctive. There would be not a single moment of hesitation in his movements.

To those watching, such a person would appear flawless.

"Flawless" was a term often thrown around, but here, in this instance, it fit like a blade in a sheath. Flawless.

And when one watches such a being in action, there was always the sequence. A sequence that blew minds.

An extremely complex, yet seamless blend of actions that eventually formed into something extraordinary.

To the untrained eye, to the masses, it might appear as nothing more than a blur of motions, a series of ordinary movements common in battles.

But to those who understood, those who had observed battles since birth, the sequence was akin to a dance.

Every step, pivot, and strike flowed into the next as if preordained by the heavens, each movement carving through the battlefield with an efficiency that defied measurement.

It wasn't the mark of someone who could see three steps ahead or needed to adjust mid fight. No. It was the mark of someone who had seen everything, because his every action was already the perfect response.

As soon as the green barrier came down, Atticus's latest sequence had been just that: flawless.

He had moved as though he knew everything that would happen, adapting to Karn's every shift with ease, each maneuver as natural as breathing.

He had found a loophole in the Nullite race's abilities and utilized it perfectly.

He had used the brief moment when Karn was shocked and clouded to land an attack that sent him flying.

He had taken that opening to trap him inside an impenetrable barrier, puzzling both Karn and the crowd watching.

Expanding on the confusion, he distracted Karn by forcing him to focus on a swarm of beasts, allowing him to launch a powerful, decisive attack.

And to sum it up, Atticus unleashed another lethal attack in the next instant; however, this time, he did something that blew the minds of everyone who understood what had just happened.

It was as though he had planned it from the beginning. He made the remnants of his will, which had lingered on Karn's cheek, explode at a critical moment.

It was a breathtaking sequence, one that left the crowd utterly stunned, breaths caught in their throats, unable to do anything but witness the genius unfolding before them.

However, as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end— an end befitting the caliber of what had just transpired.

And for everyone watching, though many hoped it wouldn't happen, they all sensed the inevitable outcome. An outcome it deserved.

As Atticus's blade inched closer to Karn's neck, the reactions in the crowd varied, each one different.

Youn Voss, the paragon of the Nullite race, clenched his fist tightly— an unusual sight for a Nullite. They were a race that rarely displayed emotion. To them, everything in life was a task to be completed. There was no need for emotion, only to plan and act.

And yet, the shock Youn felt was just that profound.