Chapter 84: Brawn + Brain VS Skill + Brain - 2 (1/2)

”Ready for round 2?”

Raka asked with a smirk.

”Sure”

Marcus grinned and leaned his body a bit to the front so he could get a jump start.

”Watch this”

Raka yelled as he yanked something out of his pant pocket. A red handkerchief revealed itself from his pocket and attached to his hand. Raka slowly positioned it on his head and smiled.

”Magnify”

Under Raka's order, the red handkerchief grew to the size of a whole curtain. The expanded handkerchief lowered itself on his body, coating him entirely with its silk smooth fabric.

”Hey Marcus, Say Abracadabra”

Raka spoke. His face not apparent through the fabric enclosing him.

Marcus shook his head to himself as if he was annoyed. Seriously! He wanted answers, he wanted the fucking answers to why Raka had an enormous level of mana pool and what his real identity was.

They were fighting and this dude in front of him was acting like a thirteen-year-old, asking him to say some out-of-the-world chants.

Wait...Out of the world?...

”ABRACADABRA”

Marcus yelled back at the silk-wrapped Raka just out of curiosity. He wanted to end this fight as fast as possible as well because he was worried about his parents and siblings who were just outside the room he was in.

He wished that the room he entered was the only thing that was under the range of the pocket dimension. He hoped that his parents and two little sisters outside the room were still safe and sound.

”AIGHT!!”

The enlarged handkerchief plummeted down the ground as the shape inside deformed and finally vanished.

*FLASH*

*THUD*

”That was it?”

Marcus shook his head as a wave of disappointment hit him. Why so?. In his left hand was Raka's fist which had emerged out of the air a second ago.

Marcus let the fist fall towards him and clasped his grip on Raka's wrist with a force that could have easily shattered his bones if it weren't for Raka's ability to cover his skeletal body with mana impulses.

”Ah...Guess I was expecting a bit too much from the prodigy”

Marcus shook his head sarcastically this time, in hope of angering the man behind him, to make him lose control and leave an opening.

(Shaking head = check)

”Alright... Plan A... success”

Marcus's thoughts did a whole 180 as he heard Raka laugh. He heaved Raka in an attempt to slam his body down onto the ground but grimaced when his grip loosened automatically.

Raka drove his knee onto his spine and jumped back using Marcus's back as support. Raka twirled and twisted and succeeded in a corkscrew flip before landing in a hero stance 3 meters away from the red-haired man.

Marcus glimpsed at his hand which was, according to him fastened to Raka's wrist. His palm felt greasy as he felt his fingers touch each other.

”Tsk...Oil”

Marcus uttered with a smile. The Prodigy was proving his worth after all. Being able to be on par with Marcus who had destroyed Gods was... quite impressive.

Raka's right fist which was his stronger side was bathed in oil. His coat sleeve was rolled up as well, revealing his arm till his average biceps. It was as if he knew Marcus had godly reflexes.

Which in turn roughly gave Marcus an idea of Raka's class. He was the kind to adapt during battles whereas Raka was the one to examine his foe before going in for the kill. It made sense as he recalled Raka examining him during the meeting in the setup room.

”Plan A?... Success?... It's just oil”

Marcus spat coldly at Raka, who was still smirking.

”You think so?”

Shriek!! Almighty Sense tingled crazily inside his mind making the hair on his neck stand up. It smelled danger. Marcus took his usual attack stance and focused his gaze on Raka, who was standing casually a few meters away from him, his hands towed on each other.

”Think Marcus, if he's not keeping distance, then the attack mustn't be an area damage one. If it was, he would be also caught in the explosion”

”Let me guess what you are thinking... You are probably thinking that the next attack won't be an explosion or an area damage attack because I am this close to you”

Raka chuckled.

”Dude Marcus you suck!!. Why in the galactic fuck are you hesitating when am just frigging 3 meters away from you?”

Raka continued.

”You should stop being a shounen character who thinks of a thousand possibilities before attacking the enemy. Seriously!! It's becoming a bit old and cliché.”

Raka rolled his eyes and twirled his finger in his ear.

”I can say, Marcus... You are delusional aren't you?”