Ultimate Level 1

Chapter 302

Chapter 302

Chapter 302

“I’m sorry, say all that again,” Max said, shaking his head, ignoring the claw poking his chest.

“Did you seriously ignore everything I just said? Where were you?”

It was always hard to read Kauakan as there were almost no facial indications, but the fact the insect touched him meant something.

“Lost in thoughts… It’s been a hard time. I’m sorry. Tell me the important stuff.”

Grunting, Kauakan moved to where the door was and pushed it open, leaving him in the hallway.

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It’s a good thing Batrire isn’t here…

Max couldn’t help but be impressed with the specimen before him.

Pandemonium broke out through the crowd as they waited for a fight that Max knew was going to be his first real test since coming to Quan Ma.

Before him stood a thirteen-foot-tall purple spider, black streaks running along each leg and under her body.

At the section where the eyes and mouth would normally be sat a purple body, covered in chain armor with four arms and a pissed off looking spider woman staring at him.

She was hissing, bits of spider silk occasionally coming out, and for a moment Max wanted to offer her something to drink to clear up that problem, but decided doing so would be impossible over this noise.

A weird looking swordlike weapon was in each hand, five feet long and made from a metal that was dark green.

His staff felt awfully small compared to whatever she was using, and now Kauakan’s warnings really felt like Max hadn’t paid near enough attention.

“Sheoraoa, are you ready?!”

The woman raised all four arms, dancing and turning around on her eight legs, waving the weapons in the air. She appeared to be enjoying the cheers that sounded for her.

“Ifrit, are you ready?”

Ignoring how the announcer had made that statement sound less hopeful, Max played the role he had promised to do. Raising his staff, he sent a small fireball into the air at the stone ceiling way above.

“Then let's get ready to SLAAUUGGHTERRRRR!”

Drums sounded, and Max focused on his opponent, watching as she bent down lower, legs poised for movement.

Poison, speed, webs, multiple skills, strong, and doesn’t seem to get hurt easily… Hopefully Kauakan didn’t leave anything else out.

The bells sounded, and Max immediately darted to the side, avoiding a tackle that came from Sheoraoa as she moved faster than everyone he had ever witnessed.

Except for the hunter.

Max was casting Ice Nova, but as she ran past the spot he had been in, she turned, and web began spraying from her backside, squirting out a stream that was almost eight inches wide.

Summoning an air wall, Max put it a foot past the exit and watched as a shower of web cascaded over it for a second before the wall shattered under the pressure.

Thick, sticky webs began to fall from the sky now, and Max let his spell go, watching as the spider seemed to sense it, turning and jumping into the air as its back end continued to focus on where he was.

She was twisted almost backward at the top half, and Max cursed as the spider went airborne, sending a thread toward a wall of the arena, creating a carpet of more sticky liquid and hardening web.

Having missed his Ice Nova, Max cast Fire Nova, racing around the arena floor, trying to get close enough for when the spell would go off, yet watching as Sheoraoa laid down a never-ending trail of the sticky stuff.

She tracked him like there was a string attached to him already, and when his spell went off and the flames rolled out in a wave, the white substance ignited and began to burn.

Fire traveled along the section of web that covered about a third of the arena floor, and Sheoraoa stopped the rushing fluid from her butt, preventing it from traveling up the stream she had been sending out.

Instead, she jumped to a non-burning side of the arena floor, the flames that came from Max washing over her legs and the underside of her lower body.

Nothing happened to her, and not asking why, Max moved to another element, hating that he had to reveal more of his power.

A ball of lightning formed in the air as he set himself against the charge that was coming at him, another tackle-like attack as the four weapons swung at him.

His Sonar skill and weapon mastery told him the truth.

There was no way he could dodge all these attacks without using a skill.

[ Evasion ]

Flashing green, his staff became a whirlwind, magically moving fast enough to deflect the two strikes on his left as he sidestepped the tackle attack, watching as Sheoraoa skidded almost to a sudden halt, turned, and began attacking with all four swords. Magical sparks came each time the green weapons struck his staff, and a weird sensation flowed through him as he backed up under the pressure.

Her height gave her an advantage, but Max’s skill kept the attacks from finding any of his flesh.

Knowing that he couldn’t deal with her speed and the combinations, Max cast Ice Prison, watching as one leg started to get locked down, and before it had traveled more than two feet, the leg nearest to it started kicking at the ice, shattering pieces of it and sending it crashing to the ground.

Six seconds.

The ball of lightning was growing, hovering twenty yards in the air, and Max let it grow.

Letting Evasion help him defend, Max darted forward toward her body, summoning an ice wall to provide just a moment of relief from one side.

[ Magical Strike ]

[ Power Strike ]

[ Quick Attack ]

[ Ghost Attack ]

[ Flurry ]

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His weapon glowed as the skills all stacked in a moment, and when it moved toward Sheoraoa, she shimmered, a black color covering her body.

His staff connected against the hard purple colored exoskeleton.

His eyes widened as the woman was thrown back ten yards, a crack running down the front of her purple body.

Green blood seeped from the crack, not a geyser or a torrent like he had expected.

Sheoraoa’s red eyes widened, and her weapons and hands moved toward the section of her body that was bleeding slightly.

Once again, the arena had gone silent, and Max was confused.

Her skill blocked all of that damage.

It was so fast… all those attacks hit the same spot, and that was all the damage it did.

A scream of rage came from the spider woman’s mouth, and she spewed a green liquid that matched her blood at him.

Jumping backward and not pressing the attack, Max felt his Evasion skill end.

Neither of them moved after her last attack, the green liquid steaming on the sand where he had been at.

Certain no one could have seen all those abilities as anything more than one attack, Max was grateful when her body flashed black once more.

I can help you if you want. This is your first true test.

What else are we going to face if this is the kind of monster… or beings that are in the arena here? I mean—

His question was cut off as Sheoraoa came at him, not moving as fast as before, appearing more cautious in her attack.

The crowd had roared back to life, and Max wasn’t sure what their expectations were, but the amount of mana he was still feeding the ball of lightning above was causing it to glow and start to give off light.

Dodging and moving as he swung, parried and tried to keep Sheoraoa distracted from his real plan, Max let her get close.

He let her feel like she was succeeding.

Knowing his next plan was going to hurt, Max didn’t avoid the attack that came, leaving his arm wide open.

Searing pain shot through him as the green sword cut his left hand off just a few inches past his wrist.

Unlike Sheoraoa and when she was injured, his blood didn’t seem to wait, but poured out immediately.

[ Regeneration ]

As the crowd went wild, Max moved, sensing the change in speed as she no longer held back.

Sheoraoa’s weird face smirked as she came at him, weapons once more moving like a twister of death. Her red eyes almost sparkled as she gazed down upon her victim.

[ Blind ]

When they went black and her attacks slowed, flailing wildly and stumbling back a step, Max pulled the ball of lightning down, unleashing the over eight-foot-wide ball of electricity.

Unaware of what was coming, Sheoraoa spun slightly, slashing in different directions, trying to prevent whatever Max might do.

The spell struck with a cracking sound as all eight legs went rigid, straight like an arrow, popping up out of the sand, which for a moment had turned white where she had been standing.

Green swords flew into the air as her arms thrust outward and landed yards away as Sheoraoa crashed onto the underside of her lower body.

Ignoring the pain in his left hand as flesh and bone began to regrow, Max was upon his foe in a moment, swinging his staff as hard as he could at the spot he had cracked.

Chips of the purple body broke, and the burnt green blood that had been there began to flow faster, more and more of her body and protective layer falling to the ground, leaving a gaping wound.

Thrusting the regenerating stub into the hole, Max felt a twinge of pain when her blood touched his skin, but a notification made him smile.

[ Poison Resisted ]

Sheoraoa appeared to be struggling to move, her purple legs starting to twitch, and the arms flailed differently upon his arm being thrust inside her.

[ Weakness ]

[ Demonic Magic ]

[ Festering Touch ]

She shook, a cry coming from her mouth, green blood spewing forth from it as she made that noise, and Max didn’t care.

These people wanted a show. They wanted to see what he was capable of.

Give it to them.

Before his heart could beat once, Max had one leg in his good hand, his foot braced against the side of the hard outer exoskeleton and pulled.

It took about two seconds, but with a stretching and popping sound, the leg yanked free from the section it connected to the body with, pulling a trail of ligaments, other chunks of flesh and creating a faucet for blood.

Another cry came from his opponent, but Max didn’t care, discarding the leg and grabbing the next.

[ Ice Prison ]

This time the ice rose up around Sheoraoa’s body, in a position where her legs which didn’t seem able to bend yet couldn’t help.

Immobilized, she couldn't do anything as in less than twenty seconds, Max had ripped each of her legs off.

Thunderous applause and cheers filled his ears, encouraging him to continue this assault, and Max gave in.

He didn’t care about what they wanted.

This was a message he was sending.

He was signing this letter to anyone who thought for a moment they could touch another person he was connected to.

With his left hand forming, the fingers almost all there, he jumped on top of Sheoraoa, moved to her torso, and wrapped both arms around her waist, bending low as he planted his feet.

Roaring he squeezed and thrust with every ounce of strength in his legs, tearing the spider’s top half from the bottom, feeling her shudder, and a screech that almost hurt came from the woman’s mouth.

Tossing her to the ground, Max hopped off, doing his best to avoid the pooling green blood.

Smiling, he used his new Wood Mastery skill, summoning his staff to his outstretched hand, earning applause and wondering how many of them would wonder what he could do with this weapon.

Tonight was a symphony of carnage.

The announcer had wanted a slaughter, and he was the monster in the story, told to children who thought they were brave enough to hear about dangerous things.

Cracks and crunches came as he shattered all four arms as she lay on the sand face down.

Each strike brought another cheer from the crowd, and a memory surfaced every time they called out.

In his mind he saw his queens at the colosseum, acting just as these spectators were.

No… these are much worse.

Sheoraoa couldn’t move, her arms unable to work and her head barely able to turn to keep from breathing in sand as Max moved to stand by her head.

Holding his staff high, Max spun a few times.

“Should Ifrit finish her?!”

The moment the question was asked by the announcer, a resounding call for the last blow came, and Max delivered it.

He didn’t care about what the crowd thought.

All he was concerned with was the beautiful sensation that filled his soul as the shock of cold and electricity overwhelmed him.

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