Age of Adepts

As the two Fourth Grades prepared for battle, the other participants in combat started to move away silently.

It was simple. They were all scared of being caught by the shockwaves of the Fourth Grades’ attacks!

Once there were no other distractions within five hundred meters, Gorefist lifted his hammer, roared, and charged forward.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The earth trembled, and the world shook.

Fearsome shockwaves emanated from where he stepped, and a deep footprint remained in the ground where he trampled. All the puddles around the point of impact were blown into the air and split into tiny particles of water by the vibration of the strange shockwave.

The chieftain of the Ango’rosh ogres thundered towards Greem like a berserk bull.

The flame giant that Greem had transformed into was a dozen meters tall, while Gorefist was only seven meters tall.

Meanwhile, Greem was actively moving around with Fire Teleportation, using the Chip’s scans to gather the opponent’s information and data. Greem might not have Alice’s exceptional sense for danger, but analyzing the enemy’s movements and predicting the flow of the battle through dynamic analysis was the Chip’s area of expertise.

With the two Fourth Grades intentionally guiding the battle where they wanted it to go, the first fuse was quickly lit!

Gorefist swung the hammer in a wide arc, forcing Greem to use Fire Teleportation once again. When Greem’s body vanished in a pillar of fire, Gorefist turned around to face his back. Both hammers flew forward and crashed towards an empty spot on the ground. He roared and strode forward, giving Greem a hug of death with his strong arms just as the adept appeared out of thin air.

Wooosh!

The fierce winds howled ferociously.

Greem’s path to the right and left had been thoroughly cut off by the hammers. He had also just finished his Fire Teleportation, and there was a three-second cooldown until the next time he could cast it.

Gorefist thundered forward like a wayward train, catching this perfect moment and using his arms to further seal off any path of escape that Greem had.

Gorefist’s broad mouth opened as wide as it could go as he charged. He let out the loudest and most vicious roar he had made since the start of the battle. The shapeless soundwave burst forth from his mouth, compressing the air and causing it the visibly form into a wave that crashed against Greem’s body.

All the fire defenses around Greem popped and shattered. His mind was also dazed for a brief moment. It felt like his soul consciousness was numb and no longer responsive to his thoughts and intentions.

Berserk Howl!

It was a secret combat technique of Gorefist that allowed him to cripple the enemy’s Spirit momentarily with a battlecry. The duration of its effect was determined by the resilience of the opponent’s Spirit.

Gorefist couldn’t help but grin widely when he saw the flame giant stripped of all his defenses and his body swaying about. There was only a mere distance of thirty meters between them now. Moreover, no one could stop him from reaching the flame giant and crushing him into pieces.

Before his smile could spread to the rest of his ugly, tattooed face, Gorefist’s legs tripped on something. His chubby body lost balance as he crashed to the ground head first, sliding towards Greem covered in mud and water.

A small, but strangely hard, wall of fire about half a meter tall had appeared on the ground between him and the adept without his knowledge. Gorefist’s substantial body crushed the second and third wall of fire after he was tripped by the first one. His large head then smashed a fourth and a fifth wall.

When he finally slid up to the flame giant, Greem had broken free of his daze. After crashing into so many walls of fire with his head, Gorefist was stunned, despite his Physique.

The next instant, a pillar of golden flames engulfed the ogre chieftain’s body, roasting him thoroughly, inside and out.

The fearsome fire penetration effect inflicted devastating damage to Gorefist.

Gorefist, who had believed his flesh body to be more than enough to endure the flames, realized that the fire was inflicting terrifying damage to him. It was almost as if every strand of fire could ignore his forcefield and his body, directly burning his consciousness and soul origin.

The ogre chieftain was instantly roasted, badly. He quickly got up on his feet and fled the golden flames, desperately patting away at his body at the still-burning flames.

“Hammer!” Gorefist shouted out loud, opening both palms wide to retrieve his hammers.

However, despite holding the pose for five or six seconds, he still felt nothing in his hands.

He lifted his hand and looked at the distance with wide-open eyes of shock. The flame giant was stepping on one of the hammers, slowly putting it away into his storage equipment. The other hammer was also long gone.

A cold breeze blew past, and Gorefist once again felt tremendous searing pain all over his body.

Bastard.