49 Heist 3 Force (2/2)
Race: Czar BeastlordAge:15
Health: 42% [WARNING!]
Energy: 8 / 100 000 [WARNING!]
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Physique: Noble Vampire
Bloodline: Evolving Bloodline(new) (+)
Genetic Combo: none
Genetic storage: Vampire, wood elf.
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Magic essence: Gold:31% Blood:40% Ice:50% Wind 40% Dark:0% Fire:0% Water:0% Earth:0%
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[Battle Arts](new) (+)
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[ABILITIES] (active) (+)
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[ABILITIES] (passive) (+)
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[Titles] (+)
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'Looks like gold throttle took all my energy.. But battle art? Is it the ones I looked through yesterday? System, show me it.'
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[Battle Arts]:
[Principle Of Force: 0%]
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Michael looked at the translucent screen with his glowing yellow eyes. Remebering the content of the book.
'Yeah, this doesn't really help me right now... But the book talked about how to use the forces of this world to attack and defend.'
'One of the notes Jenkins left said this was fairly difficult to master. But I shouldn't have any problem in the start, as it's the easiest part.'
'The first chapter was about mass. How to not limit yourself to the weight and power you possess alone, but to use the one found in other objects.'
His body slowly healed itself while his mind wandered. And he was finally able to stand properly. Eyeing down the whirlpool of hell which had spiked up a torrent of wind. Wafting past his horns and blowing through his hair.
'I did not bother trying to understand it then, but right now, there's nothing else. Even if it only increases my power by a fraction...'
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Stenn looked at the demonic figure of Michael standing still while feeling the charge slowly finish.
'Even if killing you destroyes my school, there shouldn't be a problem, since I can't feel any energy coming from above.'
However, he suddenly saw Michael's body place itself in a kickin stance.
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Michael felt all the muscles on his body glue themselvs to his skeleton as he readied himself.
'In the equation of force you have the object's mass calculated in. While in this technique you blend your own togheter with another medium. In that case, I should focus on the metal beneath my feet.'
His sharp toes dug into the floor. Tightening the hold he already had many times over.
'It said to imagine becoming one with medium. Fusing togheter all it's properties with my own..'
Michael then lessend the spirit pressure covering his hind leg. Timing when to fully release it.
Stenn, who stood five meters in front of him started shouting after seeing the beast gain some confidence back.
”HAHA!! SAY YOUR LAST PRAYERS, MR MICHAEL!”
But the boy only closed his eyes and felt the solidness of the earth travel through his body while finishing up the last requirements for the battle art.
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”Speed Times Strength...”
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”Times Distance And Length...”
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Stenn heard him chant, but blew of the words said as he lowered the table sized bomb to match Michael's height. The wind pressure generated when he moved it almost caused a storm to flare up. Throwing all kinds of rubble and dust particles around.
”Farewell!!”
But Michael ignored him once again, only seeing to end it.
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”Plus the power, and then demand.”
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”Now, Suffer the Principle Which I Command”
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And simultaneously, they both attacked!
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”First Principle of Force: Mass!”
”Vapor Magic: Depth Scorcher!!!”
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Michael swung his prominent foot at the mad wizard, letting it expand wildly while also stretching, taking the appearance of a large truck rolling over.
The leg also seemed to also have gained a type of unbreakable aura only only ever excluded from a mountain. And although it felt unreal, it was proven otherwise. As nothing could stop the hammer of flesh from pulverizing any debris which rammed into it.
Meanwhile, Stenn's sphere was shot out towards the demon. Ripping up everything that stood in its path. Planning on hitting either Michael or the red iceberg rocketing towards it and it's master.
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In the town nearby nearby Dirum and the others had all arrived. Entering a nearby bar where they then met with those who had fled.
Several of them jumped in joy after being reunited with their families, but there were some who were left crying.
However, as Dirum frantically passed through crowd, he then stopped. Standing before his students who had all made it safely.
Nothing had changed about them, other than the worried and angered expression they all seemed to share while looking at him.
”Where is Marss? Did he not come with you?”
Non of them spoke up at the start. But after a while, Selin told him what she knew.
”He disappeared at the start. But considering his strength, there should't be a need to worry.”
Dirum looked at the girl before him who currently held a heavy amount of worry behind those trademark glasses.
”It is good that you told me, Selin. But I can see that Marss is not the only one you worry for.”
Her expression instantly turned sour. And she removed her gaze from his eyes and down to the shoes she wore. Tightly gripping her dress while whispering towards the teacher.
”Is...Is he also well..?”
Dirum smiled a little when he heard her. Happy that the girl still had some compassion for her parent.
”I know you blame Stenn for not being able to save her. But he is still your father, you know?”
She only grew more unwilling as he spoke. Not wanting to discuss this further.
Dirum clapped his hand over the smooth scalp. Not knowing what to do with this woman.
”Well, he went to confront the ones responsible for this mess. So there shouldn't be a need to worr...”
However, before he could finish, the ground started to tremble violently.
Panic was once again emerging from the exhausted crowd of wizards. Wishing to know why this calamity was happening on such a joyous occasion.
”Teacher, what is going on?”
Caleen walked out from a small group of well dressed girls and hurriedly asked him. Wondering if he knew anything more than her.
But before Dirum could say anything, an immeasurably powerful shockwave made it's way into the area they stayed in.
All the windows covering the bar shattered and flew away togheter with the hurricane of dirt and sand that had forcefully entered the town.
The lanters which usually lit up everything were extinguished by this sudden force. Leaving them all in the darkness created by this dust storm.
Many seconds passed, and the wave finally settled. Allowing some moonlight outside to illuminate the world once again.
Dirum, as he was the one with most responsibility, ran out of the bar to look for what the cause of this was.
”Oh no...”
The bald man fell to his knees after exiting the building. Diggin his body into the grainy sidewalk.
A giant pillar of smoke and ash was at this current moment rising up from where his beautiful school had existed for millennia. Not even allowing you to see any remains of it.