Chapter 904 Master Of Illusions
The impending clash between Sobek Slytherin and Atreus Bellator, representing the Basilisk Tribe and Fenrirborne Tribe respectively, held an unparalleled allure, surpa.s.sing the excitement generated by the previous matches.
Sobek wielded two Khopesh swords, curved sickle-like blades imbued with formidable slashing power. As a true descendant of the Basilisk Tribe, he possessed the skills of an earth elemental skilled swordsman, complemented by his bloodline"s affinity for illusion techniques. This combination made him a formidable adversary, capable of deceiving and disorienting his opponents.
While Kahn had showcased his attack strength in previous matches, the full extent of his abilities remained shrouded in mystery. Illusion-based powers, such as those possessed by Sobek, were not easily graded or measured unless one experienced them firsthand. Thus, the true scope of Atreus" prowess in countering illusions was yet to be unveiled, adding an element of suspense and uncertainty to the impending battle.
Ding!
Ding!
Without delay, the combatants were transported to a pocket dimension, marking the beginning of their intense confrontation.
They found themselves in a vast and scorching world, consumed by relentless sandstorms and barren deserts. Towering pyramids, stretching for kilometers in width, dominated the landscape, casting elongated shadows across the arid expanse.
This unforgiving realm offered no respite, as the searing heat intensified with each pa.s.sing moment. Not a single drop of water could be found in this parched domain, setting the stage for their battle in a harsh, arid wasteland.
"Begin!"
The moment the announcer declared, both combatants vanished from the spot.
At first glance, the battlefield seemed to pose a disadvantage for Atreus. However, his complete affinity to all elements rendered him impervious to the adverse conditions.
Swoosh!
Swiftly, emerging from within the swirling sandstorm, the green-skinned swordsman launched his a.s.sault upon the blue-clad brawler saint, capitalizing on the veil of sand as his camouflage.
Clang!
As the swords and gauntlets clashed, an eruption of sparks ensued, illuminating the battlefield. The sheer force of their collision sent reverberations across a radius of 500 meters, signifying the intensity of their evenly matched strength.
True to his previous approach, Kahn had no intention of concealing his true power. Acknowledging the significance of the match, he swiftly retaliated with a relentless barrage of devastating blows, utilizing a combination of kicks and punches aimed precisely at Sobek"s vulnerable points.
Confronted with the stark reality that Atreus surpa.s.sed him in physical strength, despite Sobek"s formidable bloodline granting him amplified power compared to others of the same rank, the shadow disciple adapted swiftly to the situation. Employing the surrounding sandstorms and the unique terrain to his advantage, Sobek tactically retreated, cautiously maneuvering to create distance between himself and his relentless opponent.
"Domain of Illusion." spoke Sobek and let out a burst of a green pillar of world energy.
In that crucial moment, Sobek unleashed his domain, enveloping the surrounding 25 kilometers of s.p.a.ce with a dense mist and fog. The combination of his domain and the prevailing sandstorms amplified the dreary atmosphere, creating an even more challenging environment for Atreus to navigate.
Contrary to common expectations, Sobek"s domain served a purpose beyond mere obscurity and disorientation.
[Careful, boy. He has infused poison into this mist. Normally, even a 5th-stage saint would fail to detect it given the negligible quant.i.ty, but as time goes on… the target won"t even know how they suddenly stopped functioning properly.] warned Rathnaar.
[That gives me another idea…] replied Kahn and let out a mischievous smirk.
The opponent was generous enough to use poison via his domain so Kahn also planned to reward those efforts and schemes by the opponent.
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1 Hour Later…
Undeterred by the treacherous conditions of Sobek"s domain, the fierce battle raged on without any significant shift in their positions. Atreus, displaying unwavering courage, maintained a dominant presence on the battlefield, launching relentless attacks against his adversary. Meanwhile, Sobek remained vigilant, constantly seeking opportunities to deliver a decisive and lethal strike that would bring an end to the battle in a single stroke.
But right then…
"Argh!.." groaned Atreus and suddenly his figure slumped as if losing control over his body.
[Finally, my poison is showing its effect. I was worried for nothing thinking that it failed.] thought Sobek and then his green eyes turned purple.
Thump!
Thump!
In a sudden and dramatic turn of events, the once-illuminated battlefield was engulfed by an all-encompa.s.sing darkness, transforming the pocket dimension into an abyss of blackness. The previously visible surroundings vanished, leaving only an impenetrable void in its wake. The palpable sense of foreboding that emanated from this eerie darkness sent a shiver down the spines of those witnessing the battle.
"Come… pay for your sins." a grim and terrifying voice resounded and right in front of Atreus; a ginormous being sizing up to 2 kilometers in height alone appeared.
Sobek now revealed himself as a G.o.d who carried the divine judgment on others in this dark domain.
As Atreus found himself on the receiving end of Sobek"s divine judgment, he appeared visibly affected, his movements seemingly restricted and his demeanor weakened. This display of vulnerability led spectators across the empire to believe that he had succ.u.mbed to the poison"s influence to such a degree that he was rendered immobile.
Swing!
Swing!
The colossal Khopesh blades swung through the air with menacing intent, aimed at Atreus as if they were instruments of divine retribution, poised to condemn him for any transgressions he may have committed.
Yet, in truth, the seemingly gigantic Sobek was actually his normal self who charged fiercely at Atreus, intent on delivering a fatal strike aimed directly at his neck.
Slash!
A fierce and precise slash was made as Sobek appeared right in front of the blue fenrirborne.
SHING!!
However… before his swords. .h.i.t, Atreus grabbed the blades of the swords with his gauntlets out of nowhere.
"Is that it? I was expecting more." a somber yet ghastly voice echoed as the target of this attack revealed an evil grin.
Crumble!
Crumble!
With calculated precision, the illusory dark world shattered into fragments, dispelling the deceptive atmosphere that had enveloped the battlefield. This turn of events came as no surprise to Kahn, as he had antic.i.p.ated this moment and carefully orchestrated it to his advantage.
Having attained Legendary Rank poison immunity, Kahn remained unaffected by any form of toxic substances, rendering them futile against him. This immunity provided him with a significant advantage, allowing him to counter Sobek"s attempts to incapacitate him.
In a sudden shift, Kahn"s eyes flickered with a yellow hue, a sign of his heightened focus and unleashed power. This unexpected turn caught Sobek off-guard, momentarily disrupting his concentration and leaving him vulnerable to Kahn"s impending retaliation.
Rumble!
Rumble!
In a breathtaking instant, the entire battlefield underwent a dramatic transformation. The once-scorching desert and towering pyramids dissolved into nothingness, giving way to the vast expanse of outer s.p.a.ce. Gleaming stars dotted the void, while colossal meteorites hurtled through the cosmic backdrop, their destructive potential evident.
Sobek, who had exuded unwavering confidence until now, found himself trembling with fear for the first time. The drastic shift in the environment had caught him off-guard, leaving him disoriented and uncertain of how to navigate this newfound astral battleground.
In a pivotal moment of the Elysium Tribal Tourney battle, Kahn, now utilizing the formidable Lucid Reality skill, unleashed a display of his true power. Sobek, despite being a descendant with a limited Basilisk bloodline, stood as no match for the might and capabilities that Kahn possessed.
Soon, a yellow mist spread on the battlefield as Kahn used the Neurotoxin Venom.
As the yellow mist spread across the transformed battlefield, Kahn tapped into his Neurotoxin Venom ability. This skill, inherited from Bjormngandur, a legendary rank direct descendant of Basilisk with a higher degree of bloodline purity, held a potency far surpa.s.sing anything Sobek could conjure.
The combined effects of Kahn"s Lucid Reality and the intensified illusion capabilities made possible by his superior bloodline lineage left Sobek helpless in comparison.
Bang!
Bang!
As the thousands of meteorites propelled forward with tremendous force, their impact with Sobek was nothing short of devastating. Each collision launched the swordsman through the air, causing him to be propelled several kilometers away with each successive hit.
However, to everyone"s astonishment, the meteorites swiftly changed their trajectory, converging around Sobek in a protective formation. They cl.u.s.tered around him, forming an impenetrable barrier that shielded him from any incoming attacks, including the slightest ray of light.
The once-bright battlefield was now enveloped in an eerie darkness, casting a shroud of uncertainty and apprehension over the spectators who watched in awe and antic.i.p.ation of the battle"s outcome.
Crack!
Crunch!
The meteorites started terraforming and created a tomb around Sobek.
Shrink!
As the tomb continued to shrink around Sobek, the air grew thin, depriving him of the ability to draw a breath. Every movement became increasingly restricted, leaving him immobilized and powerless within the tightening confines.
In a climactic turn of events, the shrinking tomb metamorphosed into a colossal pyramid, stretching across a vast expanse of 10 kilometers. Sobek found himself entombed within this imposing structure, encased by the weight and magnitude of the surrounding meteorites.
Kahn had ingeniously devised a fate reminiscent of an ancient Egyptian Pharaoh"s burial, immortalizing his opponent in a cosmic tomb. While Sobek"s Basilisk heritage granted him resilience against the neurotoxin venom, the effects would render him incapacitated for several hours. During this time, he would be confined to stillness, unable to move or engage in combat.
Atreus then grabbed both Khopesh, previously aimed at his neck, and tightened them around Sobek"s neck instead.
"Admit defeat or I will pull them. Don"t blame me for burying you here." his terrifying and nerve-wracking commandment resounded.
Sobek"s mind was consumed by fear as he grappled with the grim reality unfolding before him. It wasn"t solely Atreus" superior strength that caused his terror to surge; rather, it was the realization that his opponent wielded the same venomous and illusionary techniques, only with greater mastery. Decades of honing these skills had bestowed upon Atreus a level of proficiency that Sobek could only dream of attaining.
The sheer helplessness of his current situation gnawed at Sobek"s consciousness. His inability to breathe or move under the weight of the tomb left him at the mercy of Atreus. With a mere thought, his life could be extinguished. The overwhelming vulnerability that engulfed him intensified his fear, amplifying the knowledge that his fate rested solely in the hands of his adversary.
Sobek"s mind raced, desperately seeking an escape from this nightmarish predicament. But every attempt to resist, every flicker of hope, was swiftly crushed by the relentless grip of the tomb. He could only bear witness to the magnitude of Atreus" power and the consequences of underestimating his opponent"s abilities.
In the end, with great effort and mustering all his strength… Sobek"s pitiful voice echoed in the arena.
"I concede!"