The Universe Is Innately Just 154 Final Push Part One

A few meters in front of Fell, a small cloud of dust rose as a fighting tile turned into a pile of dust and rubble.

Fell's heart jumped through his chest as he hadn't expected such an obvious result. He might have given his all in his past action, and even prepared his mental state in case of failure as that was what he expected. But the result in the front of him showed him that he was truly capable of moving his attack's damage through s.p.a.ce.

After his joy died down, he looked at the impact of his move and after pondering for a few seconds on the results, he a.s.sessed in a critical tone, "This is still far from usable in an actual fight…", his hand moved to his chin as he thought about the extended preparation he needed to nail the technique. "If I tried it in an actual battle, any movement from my opponent could make the inscription drawing fail in an instant!".

"Wait!", his eyes glowed as he felt like a bright idea popped in his mind. "Although it is unusable in an actual fight. If I take my chances and use it to engage against an opponent in a surprise attack, it could definitely work. No, it will definitely work!".

Although the mysterious spatial technique was far from being usable at his level, he had achieved the impossible feat of adding other a.s.sets to his skills. It had been derived from a surprise attack that needed many minutes of preparation, but under special circ.u.mstances, it would still come in handy. His effort at unearthing the special technique's potential through deconstruction had shown faster result than what he had expected, that enough was a matter sufficient for him to be joyful. But the fact that he still had much more to learn using the mysterious spatial technique, he couldn't help but feel impressed at the vastness of the universal law's application.

Without further attempt, he got up from his cross legged position and advanced towards the center of the fighting platform. His heart thumped with each step as he walked through the fighting platform. The moment he took the decision of resuming his placement fights, his heart thumped as he unconsciously pressured himself.

Yet an incredible phenomenon happened, with every step he took toward the transportation area, his heart rate would reduce itself as Fell converted his stress and pressure into battle intent. His memory flashed with his fights in the endless battlefield, and he found himself empowered and bolstered by his success inside it.

"Senior Mountain, I'm ready!", he exclaimed as his voice boomed through the mountain peak. He didn't even stop in the center of the fighting platform but had expressed his intent to debut his match the moment he stepped in. His body disappeared as it turned into a mult.i.tude of colorful light dots, yet for him, it simply seemed as if he was still walking through his own mountain's fighting platform.

His surroundings showed him that his location wasn't the same anymore. All around the fighting platform were dozens of pines, and other different trees that had a common similarity. Their aura was sharp, and if he didn't look directly at them, he would have sworn that they were humongous swords planted on the ground.

In the middle of the mult.i.tude of trees, he noticed his opponent standing with his back against a tree. If he hadn't gazed directly at him, he wouldn't have noticed him at all as his aura was inconspicuous compared to the sharpness that was exuded by the sword forest.

Fell's hand flashed in front of him as he expressed his politeness by pressing his fist against his palm, a common habit that ingrained in his body whenever he fought an opponent in .

A laugh escaped from the silent forest, killing the silence that had taken place in their surroundings. "You're quite the polite one! Well, if you came this far in your placement fights, it means that politeness isn't your only a.s.set.", his voice was slightly provocative and reflected his hidden battle intent.

Fell laughed off the man's provocation as he stepped forward toward him. "Shall we begin our dance?" he asked with a grin on his lips as his leg kicked the floor and projected his figure toward the man. His opponent's eyes opened widely as he focused on seeing through Fell's movement path. With a deduction that took him less than a single second, he advanced forward to meet Fell in a frontal charge.

They crossed the distance between each other in a single moment. Fell clenched his fist and hurled it forward while his opponent sent a fist of his own; their action happened quasi-instantly as they engaged the fight as soon as they saw each other.

Fell's entire body felt excitement as he entered battle mode. Their fists even interlocked gooseb.u.mps made their appearance on his body as his bathed in a joyful pressure. Ever since his fight against the black skeleton, he wanted to feel the same sensation of standing half a step inside of death's door.

A perverse battle intent resided in his psyche, and he wanted nothing less than a fight to the death.

But the sensation at the end of his fist disappointed him; he couldn't help but find the weight in his opponent's fist lacking, and easily sent him tumbling in the distance.

Fell's eyes opened widely as he saw his opponent fly away at a breakneck speed. His body made contact with several trees in his pa.s.sage, but he didn't break through them, and even weirder his body began rebounding from one tree to another.

His opponent's youthful voice appeared from several positions in his surroundings as his body was constantly changing position due to the rebounds. "By the way, I go by the nickname of SoftGum. If you didn't notice yet, my strength is quite lacking on its own, but that doesn't mean I'm weak!"