Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse - Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Clash
Anya cracked her knuckles, rolling her shoulders as she stepped forward, a confident grin on her face.

“Everyone, stand back, I’ll handle him alone.”

Some of her guild members exchanged glances, but eventually, they all replied, “Understood, Guild Master.”

Ignoring the voices behind her, Anya kept her eyes locked on Spade, who stood motionless. She took a deep breath and began to approach him. She then slowly began to pick up her pace, her grin remained on her face, the thought of fighting a strong opponent excited her.

Just then Spade narrowed his glowing yellow eyes. He then raised his hand, his claws emerging slightly and glowing with his golden mana, as he pointed a single finger to the floor and then waved.

“Void Rend.”

His hand flared up with his crest, far brighter than before as he put in more mana than he used earlier.

BOOM!

Suddenly, the ground beneath him shattered. A massive claw-like mark carved itself into the earth, the force of it sending dust and debris swirling into the air, pausing Anya in her tracks.

The sheer power of the attack left everyone in silence, their eyes wide with shock.

Marcus and Elena, watching the livestream, were just as taken by surprise.

“W-what was that?” Marcus asked, leaning forward in his seat. “Did he just split the ground with a single gesture?”

Elena shook her head, her expression mirroring his astonishment. “That’s not something you see every day. I thought he said he was a summoner? Isn’t that like the power of an earth elementalist? Then, how did he do that? Who is this guy?”

As the dust settled, Anya found herself standing at the edge of the newly formed small chasm. She looked down at the deep, jagged wound in the earth and then back up at Spade, her smile widening.

Spade spoke up again, his tone cold, “As I just said, I’m not looking for unnecessary conflict… just hand—”

“Cut the crap, that was impressive but don’t get cocky.”

Suddenly, Anya’s figure seemed to blur, making Spade’s eyes widen in shock.

The next instant, she was directly in front of him, her left arm pulled back for a punch.

‘She’s fast!’

Anya threw a punch, her fist flying towards Spade with incredible speed. Spade managed to raise his arms to block it…

BOOM!

But the force of the punch was so powerful it sent him flying. The impact created a massive boom, shattering the surrounding earth and sending debris in all directions. Spade’s body hurtled through the air, crashing into the ground several meters away.

Marcus and Elena, watching the livestream, were in shock.

“Did you see that?” Marcus exclaimed, his voice full of awe. “Anya just sent him flying with one punch!”

Elena nodded, equally stunned. “The sheer power behind that punch… it’s incredible. She’s not called the ‘Walking Calamity’ for nothing.”

The live chat exploded with comments, the viewers reacting wildly to the scene unfolding before them.

“No way! That punch was insane!”

“Anya is a beast! No one can stand up to her!”

“Did she just shatter the ground with the shockwaves from the hit?”

“Spade’s in trouble now. Anya’s not someone you mess with.”

Anya turned to face her team, her expression serious.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Continue the raid without me. I’ve got to go teach that moron a lesson.”

Her expression suddenly turned intense, her red eyes glowing brightly, “No one messes with the Berserkers.”

Her team members nodded, “Understood, Guild Master,” they replied together.

“Good, don’t disappoint me now, we have an event to win.”

With a final glance at her team, Anya turned her attention back to Spade, who was getting back on his feet. She cracked her knuckles, her grin returning as she prepared to continue the fight.

“Let’s see if you can handle this, oh Mr. Summoner!” she yelled, leaping forward with a massive burst of speed that caused the earth to buckle beneath her feet.

As Spade slowly rose to his feet, he noticed the armor covering his arm was shattering, and a huge blister had formed on the arm he used to block the punch. He mumbled to himself, “This is bad. I’m lucky my body is stronger now; otherwise, that would have broken both of my arms.”

He sighed and thought, ‘Things shouldn’t have gone this way, but as always… i don’t have a choice.’

Spade then immediately activated Draconic Rage: First Gate. He could feel his stats elevating, the power of his general’s abilities flowing into his body.

As he stood up, his eyes landed on a figure floating in the sky. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

‘So, she’s the one responsible.’

‘I’ll have to deal with her so I can get this over with.’

Before he could do anything, he suddenly heard Anya’s voice. “Keep your eyes on your opponent!”

Spade barely had time to react as Anya’s fist aimed directly at his chest. He quickly crossed his arms in front of him to brace for impact.

Her punch connected with a deafening boom, sending shockwaves through the air and creating a crater beneath them.

The force pushed Spade back several feet, his boots digging deep into the ground as he struggled to maintain his footing.

“Ho? You’re smart,” Anya admitted, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “You shifted your weight to reduce the intensity of the punch. But you’re going to need more than just brains to beat me.”

Spade gritted his teeth, feeling the surge of his stats from Draconic Rage fortifying his body, his eyes glowing brightly.

“I didn’t come here to fight you, Anya,” he said in a sharp, cold tone despite the pain coursing through his arms. Slowly he lifted his eyes to look at her, his gaze becoming more focused and reptilian.

“But if you insist, then I’ll humor you.”

With a swift motion, lightning crackled beneath him, his eyes glowing. He was channeling Darven’s power. Lunging forward with sudden speed, he aimed a powerful punch at Anya.

She met his strike head-on with a grin. Their fists collided, creating a blinding flash of light and a shockwave that rippled through the wastelands, sending surrounding salamanders flying.

The two fighters began to exchange a series of punches. Spade’s right hook was met by Anya’s left forearm block. She countered with an uppercut, which he narrowly dodged by tilting his head to the side. He retaliated with a straight punch, but Anya deflected it with her palm, redirecting the force harmlessly to the side.

The gusts of wind created from their sheer movements shattered the earth beneath them, creating massive creaters.

…

Marcus and Elena could barely keep up with the action. “This is unbelievable!” Marcus shouted. “They’re evenly matched, blow for blow!”

Elena nodded, her eyes glued to the screen. “This fight is going to be one for the history books. Neither of them is backing down!”

In the live chat, viewers were losing their minds.

“Anya is raging out there!”

“Spade’s power is off the charts, why isn’t he summoning anything though?”

“What would be the point? This is a fist brawl!”

“This is intense! Look at them go!”

…

Anya smirked. “Not bad, Spade. You might just make this interesting.”

Spade narrowed his eyes, his golden aura flaring brighter.

“I’m just getting started.”

Anya launched herself at Spade, delivering a series of rapid punches. Spade managed to block most of them, but the sheer speed and force of her attacks kept him on the defensive.

Her fists were a blur as she aimed at his face, torso, and legs. Spade deflected a punch aimed at his head with his forearm, not wanting his mask to get dented, but Anya immediately followed up with a knee to his midsection, kicking the air out of his lungs. He twisted his body to absorb the blow, grunting in pain but staying upright.

“You’re tough, I’ll give you that,” Anya said between strikes. “But can you handle this?”