Chapter 68: Unorthodox Tactics
In a flash, the fish-man leader’s claws attacked again. He aimed viciously at Abyss’s groin, attempting a decisive blow.
Abyss wouldn’t allow it. Though unable to move quickly in the water, his limbs were free. He brought his legs together, protecting his vulnerable area, then kicked the fish-man leader in the face.
The fish-man leader was kicked squarely but managed to leave several deep scratches on Abyss’s thigh. Blood gushed from the wounds.
“Heh heh!” A ferocious grin spread across the fish-man leader’s face. Though sent flying by Abyss’s counterattack, he had achieved a significant victory – he had injured Abyss’s leg!
In the water, such wounds wouldn’t close easily! Abyss was already struggling against the fish-man leader’s agility underwater; the blood loss would only weaken him further.
The fish-man leader saw victory within his grasp.
So what if he was a powerful Druid? No matter his mastery of magic or Dou Qi, within this “Divine Arena,” he had to abide by the rules! In terms of pure physical strength, the fish-man leader was confident; a mere human couldn’t possibly defeat him!
Abyss, however, wasn’t fazed by his injured leg. The recoil from his kick had pushed him back, creating distance between him and the fish-man leader.
As the fish-man leader smugly adjusted his posture, preparing to charge again, Abyss did something unexpected.
He pressed a ring on his finger. A faint click echoed, accompanied by a stream of tiny bubbles, as a gem on the ring flipped open like a pocket watch.
A tiny pill, the size of a fish egg, fell out. Abyss caught it in his mouth, chewed, and swallowed without hesitation.
The fish-man leader was dumbfounded.
The wounds on Abyss’s leg instantly closed, new flesh growing over them. A glint flashed in his eyes as his body surged with power!
“You! What did you do!?” the fish-man leader cried out in alarm.
“Me?” Abyss pointed at himself, smiling. “I didn’t do anything, just took a potion to enhance my physical abilities, within the rules you set. Oh, you probably haven’t seen potions in pill form, have you? Shall I explain?”
“You! You cheated!” The fish-man leader’s smugness turned to anxiety.
Abyss spread his hands innocently. “That’s not fair. I didn’t cheat. Your rules forbade Dou Qi, magic, and Divine Arts, not potions. And look, I successfully consumed the potion, and it worked.”
The fish-man leader erupted in curses. “You despicable villain! Coward! You’re fighting dirty!”
“I’m not sure who’s more despicable, but I think you should worry about your own safety rather than our moral standing – here I come.”
Abyss grinned, kicking off with incredible force, propelling himself forward at astonishing speed!
The potion in Abyss’s ring was, of course, specially prepared by Rebecca. The pill was stored in a hollow ring, a popular accessory among Necromancers for carrying bone dust for bone magic. Abyss now used it for potions.
This potion was Rebecca’s masterpiece. It instantly healed external injuries and significantly enhanced muscle strength, physical resilience, and reaction speed. After consuming it, Abyss’s physical strength rivaled a seasoned mid-tier Dou Qi Master, not to mention his vastly improved reflexes.
This was one of Rebecca’s trump cards for Abyss in critical situations. Thanks to her masterful craftsmanship, its potency was undiminished.
Wham!
Before the fish-man leader could react, Abyss’s fist slammed into his face! The force sent him spinning uncontrollably in the water. His face numbed, his neck nearly snapped by the torque, sending jolts of pain through his spine. He saw stars, his mind a blur.
Crack!
Abyss gave him no chance to recover. While the fish-man leader was still spinning, he stomped down hard on his claws.
The fish-man leader’s body, ultimately biological, had sharp, incredibly hard claws, but they could still be broken with sufficient force from the side. Abyss’s stomp shattered both claws at their base, blood gushing from the wounds.
Only then did the pain in his face register. Abyss’s punch had been powerful, and the rings on his fingers, normally inscribed with magic arrays for spellcasting, now served as deadly knuckle dusters.
Before the fish-man leader could cry out, Abyss delivered a swift kick to his chest.
“Ugh!” The fish-man leader screamed, teeth flying from his mouth, trailing blood as he slammed against the arena wall.
The invisible audience roared in savage approval, unconcerned with who had the upper hand. Abyss’s precise, brutal attacks seemed to be a crowd-pleaser.
Abyss, using his enhanced strength, quickly regained his balance. He coldly regarded the fish-man leader, who was struggling to get up, eyes bloodshot.
He didn’t want to kill him. Even though the enemy was no longer human, as a sentient being, he still fell under the Necromancer’s creed.
But Abyss had to win.
“I’ll kill you! I will leave this place alive! I still have treasures and women to enjoy! I can’t die like this! The Lord will grant me power! You’re doomed!” The fish-man leader roared hysterically, blood dripping from his mouth, charging at Abyss again!
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