Chapter 936: 936 Esme vs. Grea
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Chapter 936 Chapter 936: Esme vs. Grea
"Well then, this is unexpected. We have not even been properly introduced."
"My name is Esme'Varoif, former Princess of the Varoif Kingdom of Theran... My universe is dead."
It is as Miss Pepondosovich surmised, there were hundreds and hundreds of them on the 91st floor, and yet Esme and Grea just had to face off against each other just moments after meeting.
"Grea, just Grea. My universe has long been gone, probably," any eloquence or grace in Grea's tone disappeared as she cracked her knuckles and started stretching her neck, "To think that I would actually have to face you this early — Pepondosovich's doing, without a doubt. When one is granted stupid luck, those that are near her are stripped of it, such is the nature of her powers."
The championship and finals of the Grandarena City are as lengthy as it is because one needed to be completely undefeated until the very top of the tower. If you were to reach the 100th floor without any match-up, you would need to wait until another undefeated combatant reaches the same floor — that is when a champion will be decided.
And with almost all the gods equal in strength in the uppermost floors, it is possible that a champion would not be born even after years and years. There are also instances, however, where a champion is named not even a month after — that was the case with Miss Pepondosovich.
"Please teach me a lot of things, Miss Grea," Esme, unlike with her previous matches, quickly put up her guard and formed a stance as she looked at Grea from head to toe, watching even the slightest microscopic movements she made.
"I don't really think a physical behemoth like you can learn something from me, Princess Esme," Grea just suddenly burst out in laughter as she also looked at Esme from head to toe, "But as your elder, I do feel somewhat obligated, so...
...Lesson No. 1."
Esme squinted her eyes as Grea suddenly disappeared, and without even a second later, Esme swung her fist to the side; smashing Grea's fist that was heading straight toward her head — something was weird, however... the fist was missing the rest of its body.
"!!!" Esme then lowered her body, sweeping the hard ground of the arena as she waved her feet; meeting Grea's leg that was also swinging toward her ankle... but once again, only the foot was thrown away; the rest of Grea's body, completely nowhere to be seen.
"Never engage an opponent if you do not know their capabilities and abilities." Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
Esme quickly turned to look to where Grea's voice was coming from, only for the back of her head to be hit by Grea's other fist. And even though the impact was enough to cause the air around them to implode and explode, it did not seem to do that much of a damage to Esme, however, as she just slightly stumbled forward.
But before she could do anything else, Esme suddenly found herself once again hit by a fist that she couldn't see coming; all she heard was the boom that came after. No, at this point, it was more like a marching drum as the fists seemed to now be coming from random directions—no, from all directions.
"!!!"
Esme's eyes widened as this time, Grea joined her hundreds of shooting limbs to attack Esme. Esme also tried blocking Grea's fists as she slammed them toward her—perhaps a mistake. The power behind Grea's dismembered limbs and her actual strike could not even be compared.
Esme just found herself suddenly sticking to the walls of the arena; most of her body, completely embedded in it. She could really only widen her eyes as she felt something she hadn't really felt coming from someone else before — pain.
She would have probably felt this kind of pain when Riley attacked her with the cosmic drill, but she was an undead back then and couldn't really feel anything but hunger. And so, now, Esme slightly winced as she heard her flesh and bones healing themselves.
"Lesson No. 4 — there is no time to be shocked in battle."
"!!!" And as Esme was still registering the new sensation in her mind, Grea appeared in front of her and mercilessly slammed all of her fists at her head; again and again like a jackhammer. The audience that were trying their best not to make any noise, could no longer contain their excitement as they felt their inside tremble along with the entire arena. Each of Grea's strikes caused Esme's head to just go deeper and deeper into the wall.
"Lesson No. 5," Grea slightly growled as she increased the strength behind every punch even further; almost to the point that her voice sounded almost visceral, "Never give your opponent the chance to strike back. The only time you stop your strikes is when your opponent is done for."
"Lesson No. 6 — when you think you're doing enough, do more." And as Grea said those words, she grabbed the edges of the already concave wall with all of her hands and started stomping Esme's head with her feet.
"Woah!" The audience could really only grab onto their seats as they felt the entire arena almost shift. The arena is supposed to be indestructible and immovable — and yet right now, all of their knowledge of the place is being questioned each time Esme is on the stage.
But alas, Esme's streak seemed to be about to end as they could no longer see her fighting back.
"Lesson No. 7..." Grea's voice then slightly lowered as she continued to stomp Esme's face. But after a few more kicks... she suddenly stopped.
"...There is such a thing as too much difference in strength — to the point that no matter what one does..." Grea smiled, "They will never be able to fill that gap."
And as soon as Grea said those words...
...a hand suddenly emerged from the hole and grabbed her face.
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Chapter 936 Chapter 936: Esme vs. Grea
"Well then, this is unexpected. We have not even been properly introduced."
"My name is Esme'Varoif, former Princess of the Varoif Kingdom of Theran... My universe is dead."
It is as Miss Pepondosovich surmised, there were hundreds and hundreds of them on the 91st floor, and yet Esme and Grea just had to face off against each other just moments after meeting.
"Grea, just Grea. My universe has long been gone, probably," any eloquence or grace in Grea's tone disappeared as she cracked her knuckles and started stretching her neck, "To think that I would actually have to face you this early — Pepondosovich's doing, without a doubt. When one is granted stupid luck, those that are near her are stripped of it, such is the nature of her powers."
The championship and finals of the Grandarena City are as lengthy as it is because one needed to be completely undefeated until the very top of the tower. If you were to reach the 100th floor without any match-up, you would need to wait until another undefeated combatant reaches the same floor — that is when a champion will be decided.
And with almost all the gods equal in strength in the uppermost floors, it is possible that a champion would not be born even after years and years. There are also instances, however, where a champion is named not even a month after — that was the case with Miss Pepondosovich.
"Please teach me a lot of things, Miss Grea," Esme, unlike with her previous matches, quickly put up her guard and formed a stance as she looked at Grea from head to toe, watching even the slightest microscopic movements she made.
"I don't really think a physical behemoth like you can learn something from me, Princess Esme," Grea just suddenly burst out in laughter as she also looked at Esme from head to toe, "But as your elder, I do feel somewhat obligated, so...
...Lesson No. 1."
Esme squinted her eyes as Grea suddenly disappeared, and without even a second later, Esme swung her fist to the side; smashing Grea's fist that was heading straight toward her head — something was weird, however... the fist was missing the rest of its body.
"!!!" Esme then lowered her body, sweeping the hard ground of the arena as she waved her feet; meeting Grea's leg that was also swinging toward her ankle... but once again, only the foot was thrown away; the rest of Grea's body, completely nowhere to be seen.
"Never engage an opponent if you do not know their capabilities and abilities." Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
Esme quickly turned to look to where Grea's voice was coming from, only for the back of her head to be hit by Grea's other fist. And even though the impact was enough to cause the air around them to implode and explode, it did not seem to do that much of a damage to Esme, however, as she just slightly stumbled forward.
But before she could do anything else, Esme suddenly found herself once again hit by a fist that she couldn't see coming; all she heard was the boom that came after. No, at this point, it was more like a marching drum as the fists seemed to now be coming from random directions—no, from all directions.
"!!!"
Esme's eyes widened as this time, Grea joined her hundreds of shooting limbs to attack Esme. Esme also tried blocking Grea's fists as she slammed them toward her—perhaps a mistake. The power behind Grea's dismembered limbs and her actual strike could not even be compared.
Esme just found herself suddenly sticking to the walls of the arena; most of her body, completely embedded in it. She could really only widen her eyes as she felt something she hadn't really felt coming from someone else before — pain.
She would have probably felt this kind of pain when Riley attacked her with the cosmic drill, but she was an undead back then and couldn't really feel anything but hunger. And so, now, Esme slightly winced as she heard her flesh and bones healing themselves.
"Lesson No. 4 — there is no time to be shocked in battle."
"!!!" And as Esme was still registering the new sensation in her mind, Grea appeared in front of her and mercilessly slammed all of her fists at her head; again and again like a jackhammer. The audience that were trying their best not to make any noise, could no longer contain their excitement as they felt their inside tremble along with the entire arena. Each of Grea's strikes caused Esme's head to just go deeper and deeper into the wall.
"Lesson No. 5," Grea slightly growled as she increased the strength behind every punch even further; almost to the point that her voice sounded almost visceral, "Never give your opponent the chance to strike back. The only time you stop your strikes is when your opponent is done for."
"Lesson No. 6 — when you think you're doing enough, do more." And as Grea said those words, she grabbed the edges of the already concave wall with all of her hands and started stomping Esme's head with her feet.
"Woah!" The audience could really only grab onto their seats as they felt the entire arena almost shift. The arena is supposed to be indestructible and immovable — and yet right now, all of their knowledge of the place is being questioned each time Esme is on the stage.
But alas, Esme's streak seemed to be about to end as they could no longer see her fighting back.
"Lesson No. 7..." Grea's voice then slightly lowered as she continued to stomp Esme's face. But after a few more kicks... she suddenly stopped.
"...There is such a thing as too much difference in strength — to the point that no matter what one does..." Grea smiled, "They will never be able to fill that gap."
And as soon as Grea said those words...
...a hand suddenly emerged from the hole and grabbed her face.
Chapter 936 Chapter 936: Esme vs. Grea "Well then, this is unexpected. We have not even been properly introduced." "My name is Esme'Varoif, former Princess of the Varoif Kingdom of Theran... My universe is dead." It is as Miss Pepondosovich surmised, there were hundreds and hundreds of them on the 91st floor, and yet Esme and Grea just had to face off against each other just moments after meeting. "Grea, just Grea. My universe has long been gone, probably," any eloquence or grace in Grea's tone disappeared as she cracked her knuckles and started stretching her neck, "To think that I would actually have to face you this early Pepondosovich's doing, without a doubt. When one is granted stupid luck, those that are near her are stripped of it, such is the nature of her powers." The championship and finals of the Grandarena City are as lengthy as it is because one needed to be completely undefeated until the very top of the tower. If you were to reach the 100th floor without any match-up, you would need to wait until another undefeated combatant reaches the same floor that is when a champion will be decided. And with almost all the gods equal in strength in the uppermost floors, it is possible that a champion would not be born even after years and years. There are also instances, however, where a champion is named not even a month after that was the case with Miss Pepondosovich. "Please teach me a lot of things, Miss Grea," Esme, unlike with her previous matches, quickly put up her guard and formed a stance as she looked at Grea from head to toe, watching even the slightest microscopic movements she made. "I don't really think a physical behemoth like you can learn something from me, Princess Esme," Grea just suddenly burst out in laughter as she also looked at Esme from head to toe, "But as your elder, I do feel somewhat obligated, so... ...Lesson No. 1." Esme squinted her eyes as Grea suddenly disappeared, and without even a second later, Esme swung her fist to the side; smashing Grea's fist that was heading straight toward her head something was weird, however... the fist was missing the rest of its body. "!!!" Esme then lowered her body, sweeping the hard ground of the arena as she waved her feet; meeting Grea's leg that was also swinging toward her ankle... but once again, only the foot was thrown away; the rest of Grea's body, completely nowhere to be seen. "Never engage an opponent if you do not know their capabilities and abilities." Updated from novelbIn.comEsme quickly turned to look to where Grea's voice was coming from, only for the back of her head to be hit by Grea's other fist. And even though the impact was enough to cause the air around them to implode and explode, it did not seem to do that much of a damage to Esme, however, as she just slightly stumbled forward. But before she could do anything else, Esme suddenly found herself once again hit by a fist that she couldn't see coming; all she heard was the boom that came after. No, at this point, it was more like a marching drum as the fists seemed to now be coming from random directionsno, from all directions. "!!!" Esme's eyes widened as this time, Grea joined her hundreds of shooting limbs to attack Esme. Esme also tried blocking Grea's fists as she slammed them toward herperhaps a mistake. The power behind Grea's dismembered limbs and her actual strike could not even be compared. Esme just found herself suddenly sticking to the walls of the arena; most of her body, completely embedded in it. She could really only widen her eyes as she felt something she hadn't really felt coming from someone else before pain. She would have probably felt this kind of pain when Riley attacked her with the cosmic drill, but she was an undead back then and couldn't really feel anything but hunger. And so, now, Esme slightly winced as she heard her flesh and bones healing themselves. "Lesson No. 4 there is no time to be shocked in battle." "!!!" And as Esme was still registering the new sensation in her mind, Grea appeared in front of her and mercilessly slammed all of her fists at her head; again and again like a jackhammer. The audience that were trying their best not to make any noise, could no longer contain their excitement as they felt their inside tremble along with the entire arena. Each of Grea's strikes caused Esme's head to just go deeper and deeper into the wall. "Lesson No. 5," Grea slightly growled as she increased the strength behind every punch even further; almost to the point that her voice sounded almost visceral, "Never give your opponent the chance to strike back. The only time you stop your strikes is when your opponent is done for." "Lesson No. 6 when you think you're doing enough, do more." And as Grea said those words, she grabbed the edges of the already concave wall with all of her hands and started stomping Esme's head with her feet. "Woah!" The audience could really only grab onto their seats as they felt the entire arena almost shift. The arena is supposed to be indestructible and immovable and yet right now, all of their knowledge of the place is being questioned each time Esme is on the stage. But alas, Esme's streak seemed to be about to end as they could no longer see her fighting back. "Lesson No. 7..." Grea's voice then slightly lowered as she continued to stomp Esme's face. But after a few more kicks... she suddenly stopped. "...There is such a thing as too much difference in strength to the point that no matter what one does..." Grea smiled, "They will never be able to fill that gap." And as soon as Grea said those words... ...a hand suddenly emerged from the hole and grabbed her face.
