I quickly make the decision to try and use my aura body, as the way things are going now, I won’t last more than a few more minutes.

  Almost immediately after making up my mind, my leg gets pelted by a poison orb, causing a nasty, festering wound to appear.

  I try my best to focus and cycle my spiritual energy as carefully as I can be with a million projectiles flying at me, but still, I manage to do it. Slowly at first, but then eventually I fall into the rhythm of things, completing each cycle faster than the last, while at the same time being extra cautious to not release my spiritual energy.

  By the time I manage to reach max revolution speed, by body has been riddles with various small wounds, cuts, and bruises. I’m pretty sure a rib or two is broken too, so all things considered, not the worst outcome.

  Now that I’ve got my revolutions going to the max, my speed and strength experience a small, but still noticeable increase.

  ‘Man I really need to get the full version Aura Body! If it’s even half as strong as Solace implied, my strength would be off the charts!’ I muse to myself while stepping hurriedly to the side of a wooden spear.

  I once again begin gaining ground towards the sly asshole, making my way forward step by step. Unlike last time though, almost none of the projectiles are able to hit me due to my increased speed.

  Seeing that ranged strategy is beginning to come to an end, he does something unexpected. He begins summoning more and more projectiles, but, instead of throwing them straight at me, he somehow controls them, gathering them in a large ball above his head.

  This clump of random elements then increases in size rapidly, until it’s about as wide as my whole body.

  The huge ball then begins to morph into two long whips before lowering quickly into Regalius’ hands.

  ‘Shit I see where this is going!’ I say to myself before charging him quickly, trying to stay as close as possible, unwilling to let the whips use their range effectively.

  Seeing me run towards him rapidly, he remains unfazed, and begins to control the whips independently from his hands, as if they had a mind of their own.

  One comes racing towards my neck, forcing me to duck quickly. The other whip, not remaining idle, racing for my legs at the exact same time that I begin to duck.

  It manages to reach, and instead of the sharp sting of a whip, it wraps around my leg tightly, as if it were unable to let go.

  This immediately sends me into panic mode, and before I can think of a countermeasure, The whip begins dragging me upwards into the air. Unwilling to be left defenseless in the air, I resist with all the might I possibly can, all while running my revolutions fast, faster than I ever have been able to before.

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  My vision grows narrow, with all my focus concentrated on one thing, the whip around my leg. My mind moves swiftly, swifter than I’m used to. Just my resistance is beginning to fail my brain comes up short with ideas, other than one thing that is.

  ‘SLICE THIS DAMN THING!’ My mind shouts, with my body doing just that, slicing as hard as I can with all the effort I can afford.

  Unfortunately my first slice does nothing, but after taking a quick breath, and I mean super quick, I once again try to slice it, as while the first attack may not have done anything significant, what it did do is delay the whip/tentacle thing.

  This time, instead of slicing without thinking, I put some thought into it. I scan the tentacle for any weak points it may be suffering within a fraction of a second, wasting no time at all. I find it, a thinner spot composed of mostly wood elemental projectiles. Next, I bring my sword up, imagining the exact pressure, angle, and spot that I need to slice.

  All this thinking being done before one second can even pass, with my mind moving so fast, it’s almost unbelievable to me, and I’m the one doing it!

  The next instant, my sword flashes, slicing the whip perfectly in half, allowing for my escape from its clutches.

  I immediately look towards my opponent with my still narrowed vision, and begin running yet again, this time moving even faster than before.

  This time, his face betrays a hint of his panic, as he send both whips at me yet again. This time, I throw my sword at both whips, one after the other, managing to stall them long enough to finally reach my target.

  Seeing that his whips are now useless, he lets go of them and begins to once again fight with his fists, while at the same time, the whips begin to morph quickly into five floating swords. This forces me to attack carefully, as not only do I have to be wary of his fists, but also the five floating clumps of elements shaped into a sword.

  Luckily for me, my raw stats are enough to set the both of us on even ground. I’m even able to land a few glancing blows on him, the first since this match has started.

  I parry an incoming sword while also sidestepping an incoming fist filled surrounded by a green gas. He swings blow after blow, each one swift and precise, with clear training put behind it.

  I dodge and weave with the grace if a butterfly, my agility and precision too quick for him to hit by himself. His swords are the real problem, as focusing on so many things at once, even with my enhanced stats, is a tall ask.

  I swing and dodge and parry and sidestep my way through the fight, each passing second longer than the last, my focus completely absorbed by the intense battle.

  Eventually, I’ve had enough and look to end the fight. Doing so with any normal attack would be to difficult, so I decide to take a risk.

  He swings a fist once again, this one covered completely in steel. Instead of dodging like I usually would, I take the blow directly to my stomach, knocking the wind straight from my lungs and sending me to my knees.

  Seeing his chance, Regalius steps in boldly, looking to finish the fight himself with an exaggerated haymaker to the face, assumedly for the people watching in the gym. As he steps into the punch, I churn my spiritual energy, stopping my revolutions, but allowing me to transfer my sword exactly where I need it, even if I’m unable to bring it there myself.

  In a flash of light, my sword appears directly in front of his heart. Unable to stop his momentum, he impales himself, sending my sword straight through his heart and out the back.

  Shock and confusion appear on his face, before surprisingly, a small laugh trickles out of him before his body disappears into motes of colorful light. At the same time, my body is healed completely and text appears in front of me announcing my victory.