Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1445

Chapter 1445: Grave

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Kael blurred through an empty training room, rapidly clashing with a training robot.

Their movements were nothing but streaks of light, and each clash birthed a shockwave that shook the entire training room.

’Not enough.’

Kael wielded his broad sword. Though each of his strikes sent waves of shock traveling through the robot, he found it lacking.

Considering the magnitude of his goal, struggling with a grandmaster+ rank robot was unacceptable.

’Need more.’

His strikes grew fiercer. A bloody aura spiraled around him and his expression turned feral.

The robot was instantly overwhelmed with an incalculable number of attacks. In the next moment, Kael cleaved it into two.

"Phew."

He breathed heavily while staring at the remains of the robot on the floor.

’Still not enough.’

He clenched his fists and shut his eyes. Images of Atticus flashed in his mind, and his aura grew fiercer.

’I want to fight him.’

He could imagine how legendary his battle with Atticus would be. The first time he fought him, he’d known then that Atticus wasn’t like anyone he ever met.

The way he fought was perfect, and since that time, Kael hadn’t seen anyone who could match him.

’There’s no one...’

Which was why Kael made him a target. There was no better person.

"Cancel."

The training room responded to his command and reverted the room back to normal.

Beep!

The sound of a blaring alarm caused the frown on his face to deepen.

’Something happened.’

The room’s automatic filter blocked all outside noise during training, meaning he’d missed the alarm all along.

Kael lifted his broad sword and rushed to the side where he wore clothes and picked up the rest of his swords.

’How long?’

He’d been training for a while now. And an alarm this loud meant something catastrophic had occurred.

’The others.’

He’d already wasted time and he needed to get to the others. As he moved towards the exit, the door suddenly slid open and a figure walked in.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

’It’s him.’

Kael narrowed his eyes. The figure was large and beast like. Two horns jutted from his head and his slit like eyes glared at him with pure malice.

’Yutum.’

One of the Khelzar team members, the one he’d hand wrestled with during the banquet.

"What do you want?"

"What do I want?" A growl escaped Yutum’s mouth, "I’m here for you. We have unfinished business."

A bloodthirsty aura bled from him, engulfing the entire training room.

’Killing intent.’

Kael’s arm inched closer to his blade. This wasn’t like at the banquet, it was unfiltered killing intent, the kind unleashed only when you meant to kill.

’He’s here for me.’

It was against the competition rules to battle outside the event, and as people from other worlds, they’d all sworn a mana contract to abide by it.

Kael knew all of this, yet he didn’t bother thinking about how this was all possible. It didn’t matter. What mattered was what was in front of him.

An enemy.

Yutum had blamed his loss of the wrestling match on not being able to utilize his full power.

Before this clash with Kael, he had no doubt that he would win in a frontal clash, a battle of might. Yet the opposite had occurred.

"I won’t lose!"

Kael swept his sword to the side, a wave blasting out.

"You’ll die."

He blurred forward, thrusting towards the beast, but Yutum suddenly dug his claws into his own chest.

His heartbeat echoed once, then a feral roar erupted as his body detonated in a blast that forced Kael back.

Regaining balance, Kael fixed his gaze on Yutum, now transformed into a titanic monster of bone and armor.

The beast exhaled steaming air. "You’re going to regret ever challenging me."

He dipped low and shot forward, cracking the ground as he charged.

Kael’s expression remained the same even as the hulking beast approached. He pointed his broad sword upwards.

"Berserk form: Grave."

He ignited a blinding flash of light that swallowed Yutum and the entire training room.

Slash! Bam!

Yutum shot back in a streak, crashing through the training room door and into the hallway.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he turned his trembling eyes to his left arm, but he met only a bleeding stump. It had been severed.

’H-how...’

He hadn’t seen the move. One moment a flash of light had swallowed the room, and the next he’d felt a disconnect.

A wave blasted across the area, dispersing the haze. Yutum’s eyes shook as he saw the surroundings.

The entire area was silent, and all around him, swords pierced the ground, each unique, each powerful.

A graveyard of swords.

"What... is this..."