BXBX NOVEL Chapter 91 Breaking My Limits [2] - Breaking Point
Silas\'s body trembled with exhaustion as he faced the mysterious man who had appeared amidst the chaos. Blood soaked his clothes, his wounds oozing with pain. The man\'s presence sent a chill down Silas\'s spine, and he couldn\'t shake the feeling that something was off about him.
The man\'s smile widened as he observed Silas, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "You\'ve put up quite a fight, young one," he said, his voice laced with a touch of condescension. "But it seems your luck has run out."
Silas glared at the man, his body aching with every breath. He couldn\'t let himself be defeated now, not after enduring such a fierce battle. There was a flicker of defiance in his eyes, a determination that refused to waver.
With a sudden burst of energy, Silas lunged at the man, his fists flying towards him. But the man effortlessly sidestepped the attack, his movements fluid and precise. He countered with a swift kick to Silas\'s abdomen, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Pain shot through Silas\'s body as he struggled to stand. The man loomed over him, his eyes filled with a mix of superiority and sadistic delight. "Do you know who I am?" he asked, his voice taunting. "I am Arlos, the leader of this Assassin\'s guild. And you, little boy, are nothing more than a nuisance."
Silas gritted his teeth, his mind clearing for a brief moment. He had only taken one attack from the man, but he could tell that the man before him was different from all the other assassins he had met.
Silas couldn\'t feel the man\'s strength, but the pressure of his presnce alone made him feel stronger than Death.
There was a coldness to him, an aura of power that made Silas shudder. He realized that he had stumbled into something far more dangerous than he had anticipated.
The fight resumed, but Silas\'s movements were sluggish, his attacks lacking the precision and strength they had possessed earlier. Arlos effortlessly blocked and dodged each strike, his movements akin to a deadly dance.
"Kid, you should savor this moment. You get to be beaten by someone so much better than yourself... Though, if you are what I think you are, I may have a little room in my heart to let you live." Arlos chuckled.
He was an average sized man with a short beard and gelled back jet black hair.
Even though he was wearing a cloak, Silas could tell that the man\'s figure was one defined with muscles.
His skin was much tighter on his body than a lot of body builders Silas had seen, yet the man had a certain thing about him that made him look extra lean, and even flexible.
Suddenly, Silas felt another kick land on his abdomen, causing him to cought out a mouthful of blood.
However, Silas quickly used the momentum of the hit to stand up and face the man despite his battered body.
He could still feel that he couldn\'t make spells. He even tried to make one, yet the magic circle instant shattered the moment it appeared.
Yet despite the dampener, he had no problem using Metamorphosis earlier.
\'The thing dampening my spells isn\'t stopping mana from being used. It\'s simply dismanteling runes and spells...\' Silas thought, but when he thought of how he could fix that, there were only two solutions.
He had to either find a way to create spells without runes, or somehow awaken his toki and use it to defeat the man before him.
Gritting his teeth in anger, Silas shot forward and and tried to attack the man, yet all his attacks seemed to land on thin air.
He was too slow.
His life fusion had already healed all his major injuries, however, he was now too tired and exhausted to heal the rest.
If he tried to heal his body, it would most likely come from his muscle mass. His body was already far too small and light, so losing more muscle mass would be detrimental, even if it meant healing the small wounds that were making his movements harder.
At the same time, he was already too tired from his earlier battles to fight properly. He was mentally exhausted too since he had fought so many times in a single day.
Everything from misthowlers, to pythons, and even a number of assassins he had no confidence in beating.
Technically, he had only killed a little more than 2/3 of the assassins, and the rest had simply dispersed after their leader came, indluding the one that was the strongest among them.
Silas had truly struggled against him. He had used his teammates as cannon fodder or even shields whenever Silas tried to attack him. He would always attack from the shadows and retreat before Silas could even realize what had happened.
However, that didn\'t matter anymore.
What did matter was the fight before him.
The man\'s attacks were swift and precise, a testament to his mastery of combat. Silas could barely keep up, his body battered and weary. Each blow he received threatened to shatter his resolve, but he fought on, refusing to surrender.
As the battle raged on, Silas felt his sanity slipping further away. The strain of the fight, coupled with the absence of mana, weighed heavily on his mind. His thoughts became fragmented, his actions driven purely by survival instinct.
Arlos seemed to relish in Silas\'s descent into anguish and madness, his sadistic smile growing wider with each passing moment. "It\'s entertaining to see a desperate rat squirm," he jeered. "But all rats meet their end eventually."
Silas\'s vision blurred, his body moving on autopilot. He launched a barrage of punches and kicks, some landing, but most missing their mark. The pain was numbing, blending with the chaos of the battle.
Suddenly, Arlos seized an opening, delivering a powerful strike to Silas\'s chest. The impact sent him crashing to the ground, gasping for breath. Blood trickled from his mouth as he struggled to rise, his body trembling with exhaustion.
The man approached Silas slowly, his eyes filled with a twisted satisfaction. "It\'s over," he declared, raising his weapon for the final blow. "Your resistance was commendable, but it ends here."
The man grabbed Silas\' head and raised him into the air.
"You looked stabbing my students through their torsos, right?" He asked, his face falling into a terrifying expression of anger.
Just then, a hand stabbed through Silas\' stomach, shooting through the other side before Silas\' body fell to the ground once more.
Silas\' vision flickered and began to fade.
His eyes were becoming hazy, while his mind had become cloudier than ever.
He couldn\'t think.
He couldn\'t feel the pain anymore.
Yet, even then, he could tell that now that he was losing consciousness, something else was taking over.
Something he could not control.
Something primal.
Silas could feel his fingers extending into claws while two fangs began to stick out of his mouth.
His skin became porcelain and scale-like, while his nose and ears began to morph.
Two ears stuck out of the top of his head while his nose shrunk in size.
And when he finally opened his eyes, he revealed a pair of emerald green eyes with slits for pupils.
Mist could be seen coming out of Silas\' body, while his shadow clung onto his body, creeping up his skin and turning his entire body into a creature of pure darkness.
[Awakening Successful]
[Voliton flame is ravaging your will]
[All bloodlines have been increased to 100%]
[You are evolving]
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