Chapter 154: Reaching the Limit
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Chapter 154: Reaching the Limit
His arms was leaden, his body coal. Weakness suffused him, but his Indomitable Body pressed on, guided forward like a precise blade. He was only fighting two robots nowone attacking, one buried under his onslaught of strikes.
He feinted an attack to the right. The defending robot didnt fall for it, but the attacking one did, swinging where he pretended to go. He moved the other way, dodging the attack, and kept laying on the defender.
His fists erupted with the power of falling meteors, every hit shaking the entire cavern. The robot resisted, its metal feet digging trenches into the stone, but it was forced back, struggling to defend. Its grip faltered with every block, and Jacks strikes kept coming, roaring forth with overwhelming intensity.
The other robots curved sword was imbued with rising panic. It swung widely, rushing to save its comrade and exploit Jacks insistence on attacking
and Jack ghost-stepped behind it. The bending of space was exhausting, his temples drumming with blood, his own heartbeat thundering like the hooves of a horse, but he was in a good position. The robot had already committed to an attack, and its sword was too long, too slow to retreat.
It twisted blindly to the side, again dodging one of Jacks strikes, but he simply threw another, his fist clashing against hard metal and denting it, venting power inside it, rummaging its interior, and cracking the robot sideways down the middle.
It disintegrated.
The final robot fell on him, exploiting his exhaustion to push on with a fierce offensive. Strikes rained faster than Jack could counterattack, the robot pushed into a frenzy by the loss of all its comrades. Jack struggled to fight back, his body and mind heavy, but his will pushed through.
For all the robots tactical understanding and brilliant maneuvering, its actual skill with the blade was lacking. Finally, one strike went wide. Jack spotted it in a haze of gray, stepped into the missed attack and slapped the blade near the handle, sending it completely off-position.
His slapping arm then formed a fist and backfisted the robot in the side, making it bend, while Jack followed his momentum to smash his other fist into the side of the robots head. A Meteor Punch erupted. The head flew back, the metal neck groaning under the strain, and Jack planted another fist straight into its chest, just to be sure.
The robot flew back, exploding mid-flight and bursting into blue light before it even reached the wall.
Jack put his hands on his knees, panting. His previous wounds had reopened. He was losing blood quickly, he was exhausted, his eyes were wavering, and his head was ringing.
But he had succeeded. Fierce joy flooded his heart, overshadowing the pain, filling him with the satisfaction of a hard-earned victory.
He would have cheered if he wasnt trying to catch his breath, still afraid that more enemies would come, that an even harder battle would rear its head, that the trial would be cruel to the point of disgust.
A few moments passed, enough to make him think it was over.
He danced with the blades, no longer clear on his position, riding the swings as a leaf would ride the wind. He felt pain. His blood was lessening, he knew. He felt burn, cold, and the air touching places in his body that it shouldnt be able to. He wasnt clear what had happened, but he knew his injuries were deadly.
So what?
In one fluid motion, he ducked under a blade, leaned past another, and drove his fist into a robots jaw. He ghost-stepped behind himself, blindlyand luckilydodging two attacks, then buried his knuckles in a metal armpit, tearing an arm free.
He turned around, swinging his other fist in a wide arc, only to realize there was no fist there. No hand. No arm.
Huh.
He followed the momentum, spinning low and then high, jumping and somersaulting to crash his one remaining fist into a robot, smashing its head into the ground. Something caressed his chest like a light, stinging veil. He saw more blood fly out. His vision was bleary, unfocused.
The attacks came slower now, but he was already dead. Even as he landed, he pressed on, ignoring the rapidly growing weakness in his limbs, the soreness of breath in his punctured lungs.
He fought and fought, dodged and attacked. The battle was a stream of indecipherable colors, his moves only on instinct. If not for his Indomitable Body, he would already be lying on the ground, unable to move. He could no longer use any skills, nor did his mind work enough to remember he had them.
Only the Dao remained, a burning, roaring lump in his chest, a core of power that fueled him to keep going, like a clenched fist, like a punch shot out, like the force of life carving through the world.
Everything became one, until he realized he had stopped punching. He could no longer move his body. He was alive in dead flesh, only his will persisting, a guttering flame whose candle had expired.
He used the last of his tenacity to look around, to admire the devastation he had wreaked, his parting tribute to the world. He saw blue motes of light, robotic parts twitching on the ground, disintegrating swords glinting in the light, a human arm lying in a puddle of red blood.
He saw no standing robots.
At some point, he had won. Too bad he died in the process.
Pressure reached his ears. A faraway voice, like someone was speaking to him. He couldnt remember who it was. It didnt matter.
At least, hed fought well.
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Chapter 154: Reaching the Limit
His arms was leaden, his body coal. Weakness suffused him, but his Indomitable Body pressed on, guided forward like a precise blade. He was only fighting two robots nowone attacking, one buried under his onslaught of strikes.
He feinted an attack to the right. The defending robot didnt fall for it, but the attacking one did, swinging where he pretended to go. He moved the other way, dodging the attack, and kept laying on the defender.
His fists erupted with the power of falling meteors, every hit shaking the entire cavern. The robot resisted, its metal feet digging trenches into the stone, but it was forced back, struggling to defend. Its grip faltered with every block, and Jacks strikes kept coming, roaring forth with overwhelming intensity.
The other robots curved sword was imbued with rising panic. It swung widely, rushing to save its comrade and exploit Jacks insistence on attacking
and Jack ghost-stepped behind it. The bending of space was exhausting, his temples drumming with blood, his own heartbeat thundering like the hooves of a horse, but he was in a good position. The robot had already committed to an attack, and its sword was too long, too slow to retreat.
It twisted blindly to the side, again dodging one of Jacks strikes, but he simply threw another, his fist clashing against hard metal and denting it, venting power inside it, rummaging its interior, and cracking the robot sideways down the middle.
It disintegrated.
The final robot fell on him, exploiting his exhaustion to push on with a fierce offensive. Strikes rained faster than Jack could counterattack, the robot pushed into a frenzy by the loss of all its comrades. Jack struggled to fight back, his body and mind heavy, but his will pushed through.
For all the robots tactical understanding and brilliant maneuvering, its actual skill with the blade was lacking. Finally, one strike went wide. Jack spotted it in a haze of gray, stepped into the missed attack and slapped the blade near the handle, sending it completely off-position.
His slapping arm then formed a fist and backfisted the robot in the side, making it bend, while Jack followed his momentum to smash his other fist into the side of the robots head. A Meteor Punch erupted. The head flew back, the metal neck groaning under the strain, and Jack planted another fist straight into its chest, just to be sure.
The robot flew back, exploding mid-flight and bursting into blue light before it even reached the wall.
Jack put his hands on his knees, panting. His previous wounds had reopened. He was losing blood quickly, he was exhausted, his eyes were wavering, and his head was ringing.
But he had succeeded. Fierce joy flooded his heart, overshadowing the pain, filling him with the satisfaction of a hard-earned victory.
He would have cheered if he wasnt trying to catch his breath, still afraid that more enemies would come, that an even harder battle would rear its head, that the trial would be cruel to the point of disgust.
A few moments passed, enough to make him think it was over.
He danced with the blades, no longer clear on his position, riding the swings as a leaf would ride the wind. He felt pain. His blood was lessening, he knew. He felt burn, cold, and the air touching places in his body that it shouldnt be able to. He wasnt clear what had happened, but he knew his injuries were deadly.
So what?
In one fluid motion, he ducked under a blade, leaned past another, and drove his fist into a robots jaw. He ghost-stepped behind himself, blindlyand luckilydodging two attacks, then buried his knuckles in a metal armpit, tearing an arm free.
He turned around, swinging his other fist in a wide arc, only to realize there was no fist there. No hand. No arm.
Huh.
He followed the momentum, spinning low and then high, jumping and somersaulting to crash his one remaining fist into a robot, smashing its head into the ground. Something caressed his chest like a light, stinging veil. He saw more blood fly out. His vision was bleary, unfocused.
The attacks came slower now, but he was already dead. Even as he landed, he pressed on, ignoring the rapidly growing weakness in his limbs, the soreness of breath in his punctured lungs.
He fought and fought, dodged and attacked. The battle was a stream of indecipherable colors, his moves only on instinct. If not for his Indomitable Body, he would already be lying on the ground, unable to move. He could no longer use any skills, nor did his mind work enough to remember he had them.
Only the Dao remained, a burning, roaring lump in his chest, a core of power that fueled him to keep going, like a clenched fist, like a punch shot out, like the force of life carving through the world.
Everything became one, until he realized he had stopped punching. He could no longer move his body. He was alive in dead flesh, only his will persisting, a guttering flame whose candle had expired.
He used the last of his tenacity to look around, to admire the devastation he had wreaked, his parting tribute to the world. He saw blue motes of light, robotic parts twitching on the ground, disintegrating swords glinting in the light, a human arm lying in a puddle of red blood.
He saw no standing robots.
At some point, he had won. Too bad he died in the process.
Pressure reached his ears. A faraway voice, like someone was speaking to him. He couldnt remember who it was. It didnt matter.
At least, hed fought well.
Chapter 154: Reaching the LimitHis arms was leaden, his body coal. Weakness suffused him, but his Indomitable Body pressed on, guided forward like a precise blade. He was only fighting two robots nowone attacking, one buried under his onslaught of strikes.He feinted an attack to the right. The defending robot didnt fall for it, but the attacking one did, swinging where he pretended to go. He moved the other way, dodging the attack, and kept laying on the defender.His fists erupted with the power of falling meteors, every hit shaking the entire cavern. The robot resisted, its metal feet digging trenches into the stone, but it was forced back, struggling to defend. Its grip faltered with every block, and Jacks strikes kept coming, roaring forth with overwhelming intensity.The other robots curved sword was imbued with rising panic. It swung widely, rushing to save its comrade and exploit Jacks insistence on attackingand Jack ghost-stepped behind it. The bending of space was exhausting, his temples drumming with blood, his own heartbeat thundering like the hooves of a horse, but he was in a good position. The robot had already committed to an attack, and its sword was too long, too slow to retreat.It twisted blindly to the side, again dodging one of Jacks strikes, but he simply threw another, his fist clashing against hard metal and denting it, venting power inside it, rummaging its interior, and cracking the robot sideways down the middle.It disintegrated.The final robot fell on him, exploiting his exhaustion to push on with a fierce offensive. Strikes rained faster than Jack could counterattack, the robot pushed into a frenzy by the loss of all its comrades. Jack struggled to fight back, his body and mind heavy, but his will pushed through.For all the robots tactical understanding and brilliant maneuvering, its actual skill with the blade was lacking. Finally, one strike went wide. Jack spotted it in a haze of gray, stepped into the missed attack and slapped the blade near the handle, sending it completely off-position.His slapping arm then formed a fist and backfisted the robot in the side, making it bend, while Jack followed his momentum to smash his other fist into the side of the robots head. A Meteor Punch erupted. The head flew back, the metal neck groaning under the strain, and Jack planted another fist straight into its chest, just to be sure.The robot flew back, exploding mid-flight and bursting into blue light before it even reached the wall.Jack put his hands on his knees, panting. His previous wounds had reopened. He was losing blood quickly, he was exhausted, his eyes were wavering, and his head was ringing.But he had succeeded. Fierce joy flooded his heart, overshadowing the pain, filling him with the satisfaction of a hard-earned victory.He would have cheered if he wasnt trying to catch his breath, still afraid that more enemies would come, that an even harder battle would rear its head, that the trial would be cruel to the point of disgust.A few moments passed, enough to make him think it was over.He danced with the blades, no longer clear on his position, riding the swings as a leaf would ride the wind. He felt pain. His blood was lessening, he knew. He felt burn, cold, and the air touching places in his body that it shouldnt be able to. He wasnt clear what had happened, but he knew his injuries were deadly.So what?In one fluid motion, he ducked under a blade, leaned past another, and drove his fist into a robots jaw. He ghost-stepped behind himself, blindlyand luckilydodging two attacks, then buried his knuckles in a metal armpit, tearing an arm free.He turned around, swinging his other fist in a wide arc, only to realize there was no fist there. No hand. No arm.Huh.He followed the momentum, spinning low and then high, jumping and somersaulting to crash his one remaining fist into a robot, smashing its head into the ground. Something caressed his chest like a light, stinging veil. He saw more blood fly out. His vision was bleary, unfocused.The attacks came slower now, but he was already dead. Even as he landed, he pressed on, ignoring the rapidly growing weakness in his limbs, the soreness of breath in his punctured lungs.He fought and fought, dodged and attacked. The battle was a stream of indecipherable colors, his moves only on instinct. If not for his Indomitable Body, he would already be lying on the ground, unable to move. He could no longer use any skills, nor did his mind work enough to remember he had them.Only the Dao remained, a burning, roaring lump in his chest, a core of power that fueled him to keep going, like a clenched fist, like a punch shot out, like the force of life carving through the world.Everything became one, until he realized he had stopped punching. He could no longer move his body. He was alive in dead flesh, only his will persisting, a guttering flame whose candle had expired.He used the last of his tenacity to look around, to admire the devastation he had wreaked, his parting tribute to the world. He saw blue motes of light, robotic parts twitching on the ground, disintegrating swords glinting in the light, a human arm lying in a puddle of red blood.He saw no standing robots.At some point, he had won. Too bad he died in the process.Pressure reached his ears. A faraway voice, like someone was speaking to him. He couldnt remember who it was. It didnt matter.At least, hed fought well.
