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Wretch: Exception To The Rule

Born from blood and guts, given life when a human's is brutally reaped, wretches are nothing but filth and destined to die a pathetic death, befitting of the dirty little creatures they are. One of them however, born with strangely colored eyes and blessed with greater intellect, sought nothing more than destroy his fate and to desecrate the laws of nature that bound him. This wretch wished nothing more than to be an exception to the rule.

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187 Chs

First And Last Time - 5

The Clash didn't stop there as Superstes kept on striking, her blade extending beyond her own sight, she repeatedly shifted her weapon through hundreds of forms as she relentlessly swung her weapon.

An attack reached the offspring assumming the form of wings, however, Axio used his lighweight and gravity-defying physique to simply strike back, landing an uncountable amounts of collective strikes right to her vitals.

The unrefined slugfest amounted to an absurd number of hits despite only lasting for a few seconds, by the end of it, both Axiolypito and Superstes ended up crashing back on the pillar eracted earlier.

Both looking like the vilest of undeads.

'How the hell is he still alive? That first hit should have taken out both his heart and lungs as well as sliced his spine!' she wasn't one to talk, her resistance to hits may be impressive, but her neck had still been broken in a few places and the shock that had went through her body should have put all of her organs out of commission.

A closer inspection with her golden eyes would reveal that Axio had simply moved his organs out of the way, the burst of gold hadn't reached deep enough to prevent him from rearranging his insides as he saw fit.

As for his spine, the abject monster didn't require its assistance to move his body as he wanted.

Superstes began to heal her wounds.

Axiolypito called forth another offspring to heal himself, rejunivating back to full health.

'...' he didn't seem very amused anymore.

This had been his last way of healing.

'Hold on... Hold on!'

'Am I... Losing?!' it was simply inconceivable, his spawners, the seeds of challenge, despite gaining superior usage for them, they had proven nearly useless.

The Abyssal heart pumping dark blood through his veins had proven innefective as well.

Now, by augmenting herself, she was pretty much able to counter act is speed.

If he kept this up, he was going to lose.

They were once more back to a standstill, Axio stared coldly ahead, summoning multiple offspring all at once.

'Donation, Call To Arms, Sacrifice, Collective Strike, Lookouts, Selflessness and Passing The Torch' he was going to kill her, rip her apart before she could heal.

She had proven to be enough of a threat for him to throw everything he had her way.

His Kinship technique was still in its infancy stages, as in that he had yet to produce many of them, after that, he would have to fall back on his spawners and seeds.

Though, he could also try to play the mental warfare, even if she didn't seem like the sort to care.

Raising one hand up in the air, he unleashed monster flare, an ability that hadn't seen much usage throughout his life, enhanced with his abyssal blood, it emitted a dark blue light with didn't blind Superstes in the least.

It was only meant for monsters.

"With my increase in power and status as the monster king, this flare was seen by every single monsters of this continent and even beyond, by charging it with Abyss, they will all go through a forceful transformation and begin spreading Abyss everywhere they go" he didn't smile.

"Though that doesn't matter, what you need to know is that I called them all here, they will all converge around the base of this pillar, get it? Your little friends down there will have to endure an endless tide of abyssal creatures"

"If they can't resist it, one touch of Abyss, and they'll be done for" Axiolypito had already noticed the fact that he posture was similar to that of Solitar, her arrival just after the group ran away was no coincidence either.

Her eyelid twitched but she didn't falter either ways.

Axio was alright with this, it wasn't much but it was a reaction nonetheless.

"Better hurry before they all get torn to shreds" the effects of his technique showed as additional arms grew on his body.

The floating eyeballs from before reappeared once more, weapons manifested in some of the extra limbs, others were wrapped with either collective strike or selflessness.

Floating, stake-like offspring began to float behind Axio, ready to propel themselves forward.

Lastly, the very last 'passing the torch' in his possession was brought to his mouth, he only had had three, two were meant for healing, the third had a completely different effect, one that lasted much longer, around a whole minute.

Growing claws on his original hands, rather than the deep dark they were usually colored with, they were ignited with a bright white.

He rushed forward, the projectile offsprings placing themselves in a circle around the heroine, awaiting their chances to deal damage.

Thanks to his extra arms, he could block and strike with his fists simultaneously, allowing to repeat the action from before and prevent Superstes from striking with any sort of long weapons.

By staying right in her face, he was pretty much asking her to just use golden burst again, but he knew about it know.

'Try it! I'll adapt!' striking her in the knee with a blow of collective strike, he was now certain that she had pushed the limits of her body augmentation its utter limits, her current prowesses wouldn't get any better.

He just needed to lookout for her shapeshifting weapon and the blade of gold.

Superstes could clearly see how unbothered Axio was despite the threat of her burst of gold, if she was going to use it again, she would better use it much harder than before, however, she would need to charge it up for a moment and he was certain to see it coming then.

He would just move away.

'What's up with his claws?' he had yet to try and swing with them, only using his weapons and fists.

A projectile went off, aiming straight for her face, at the same time, swung one the arms wrapped with collective strike, only to hold it off at the last second.

Instead raising one of his legs up, slicing her arm with a blade, she had been to focused on his dozens of arms and forgotten to account for that.

The projectile neared her forehead, she hadn't reached the limits of her healing yet, so she deflected it with a headbutt, striking it at an odd angle to disperse some of the force.

The claws burning with white were nearing her stomach.