I Can Copy And Evolve Talents - Chapter 404

Chapter 404: Northern Vs Koll 2.0 [Part 2]
“What? How did you know that?” Northern’s voice quavered.

He received no response. Instead, Koll’s image split through the air, catching Northern entirely off guard.

There wasn’t even time for the Void Force of Limitless Void to manifest. Before he realized what was happening, one of Koll’s spears scraped along the torso of the Night Terror armor.

Northern staggered back. As usual, Night Terror armor to the rescue.

However…

Northern’s face blanched as he glanced down at the area the spear had just grazed.

A large scratch marred that section, as if the armor was being torn, yet the gash wasn’t deep enough to penetrate it.

Northern gritted his teeth.

This marked the first time an attack had left a blemish on his supposedly indestructible armor.

That single mark ignited a fierce anger within him. He felt the armor’s smoothness and beauty had been tarnished by that solitary dent.

Koll wasn’t about to wait around for Northern to lament a single injury to his armor.

Mere moments after backing off, he was already hurtling towards Northern.

But Northern stood ready.

As Koll neared, he unleashed a torrent of black flames that engulfed them both.

“Do you never learn?” Koll croaked in a froggy voice.

Scarlet flames, reminiscent of burning blood, swirled between them alongside Northern’s black inferno.

The same phenomenon that had occurred with Koll’s head began anew—Northern, however, found himself locked in a fierce exchange of steel with Koll.

The surrounding air seared hot, causing his armor to scorch his body.

The heat intensified, forcing him to keep his hands in constant motion lest Koll’s spear find purchase in his armor at the slightest opening.

Northern, nonetheless, refused to ignore the heat’s effect on him.

He roared, a blend of frustration and ferocity. As he did, what little remained of the black flame began to burn deeper.

Suddenly, the scarlet flames were being consumed once more.

A notable change occurred within the black flame. It darkened, nearly matching the void-like darkness that spilled forth when Northern unleashed an enormous amount of his Void energy.

The blackness rivaled what one sees upon closing their eyes.

Yet the flames fought back. Northern and Koll continued exchanging blows within this vortex.

Two spears against two swords, clashing and slicing through the air with diabolical intensity.

Their hands left multiple afterimages as they darted simultaneously here and there within the flame vortex. Wherever Koll shot towards, Northern materialized in front, countering.

Whenever Northern attempted retreat, Koll pressed forward with even greater force.

They resembled two colossal sea waves crashing against each other, their combined might capable of cleaving the world in two.

The white room creaked and shuddered with each clash of their weapons. Webbed cracks dented the ground beneath their movements.

The vortex of flames followed their every step—one side red, one side black—each striving to consume the other.

As Northern went on the offensive, the black portion of the vortex surged forward. When Koll countered and cleverly switched to offense, the red section advanced.

This pattern persisted throughout a significant portion of the battle, both combatants locked in a deadly dance, neither willing to yield.

The conflict raged on, a symphony of steel and flame.

Each of Northern’s strikes grew more vicious than the last. His attacks and defenses were fearsome; the memory of the scratch on his armor seared into his mind, driving him to new heights of ferocity.

He fought to prevent further dents in the magnificent armor and to avenge the single mar that existed.

Koll matched him blow for blow. Occasionally, his hair whipped in the wind, revealing his emotionless visage.

The black flames surged, pushing back against the scarlet inferno.

For a fleeting moment, it seemed Northern might gain the upper hand. But Koll remained relentless, his spears a blur of motion that kept Northern perpetually on the defensive.

Their weapons clashed repeatedly, each impact sending shockwaves through the room.

The remaining two chains groaned under the strain as more cracks spider-webbed across the ground and walls with every exchange.

Northern felt sweat beading on his brow beneath the Night Terror armor.

The heat became unbearable, even through the supposedly impenetrable protection. He could feel his skin beginning to blister, yet he refused to yield.

Koll’s spear found another opening, scoring another thin line across Northern’s chest plate.

The boy roared in frustration, unleashing a torrent of Void energy that momentarily forced Koll back.

Koll paused, staring at Northern with a stunned expression.

His voice slithered out.

“First the Chaos flame… now, this familiar ominous energy. Who are you?”

Northern, however, didn’t respond as expected. Instead, he declared:

“Brace yourself for what’s coming next.” Northern exhaled a steamy breath and muttered, “Wind stride.”

As he moved, he whispered again, “Speed Burst.”

Whoom!

Before Koll could register anything, Northern had blown past him, carving a deep gash in his side. Golden liquid oozed from the wound.

Koll touched his blood and turned back.

“Stupid human, you’ve been holding back all along.”

Northern shrugged his shoulders.

“Not really. I possess a vast arsenal of abilities. I choose to maximize every battle I engage in through simple application of my skills. When that proves insufficient, I resort to more complex strategies.”

He dismissed both swords, and Grengar crackled to life instantaneously, showering itself in black-purplish sparks.

Northern twirled the twin-bladed staff and glared, his eyes shimmering with azure light.

“Here I come.”

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[Author’s Note]

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