80 Chapter 80: Team Beam (2/2)

”?!”

Before he could reach me, however, a spinning axe cut through the space where he would have been if he had continued plunging toward my neck. Forcing himself to a stop on reflex, he then cartwheeled back and glanced in the direction of Elliot, who had thrown his axe at him.

”You…!” Adam Freeman growled. ”Throwing away your weapon to save your leader, do you think so lowly of me?”

”No,” Elliot replied. ”It's just that my role is done.”

”Huh?!”

”Have you forgotten? This is a team battle, not a one-on-one.”

”Shut up!”

Bellowing, Adam lumbered toward Elliot. He struck a terrifying posture, what with him being clad in full body armor and all. Raising his broadsword high in the air, he got ready to cleave the axe-user in half.

Then a torrent of flames washed over him. Adam shrieked in agony as his armor glowed white-hot, smoldering as the purifying fire scorched him. The defensive runes and protective enchantments that adorned the once pristine surface of his silver armor sizzled and burned out, and the poor guy found himself being boiled alive within his own armor, his body trapped within the superheated shell.

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”T…this isn't a normal fire spell! What the hell is this?!”

”Pure Yang Flames,” Dong Fang Yue Chu replied with a grin. ”Passed down to me from my mother, and the ultimate fire spell in the Dong Fang Clan for generations. I could never unleash its full potential, but thanks to Richard's Dad…”

”Are you ignoring me?” Lily growled as she tried to run him through with her spear, but Dong Fang Yue Chu merely thrust his other hand forward. More flames gushed forward, surging toward her. The White Valkyrie shielded herself, but just like with the now unconscious and singed Adam, the defensive runes on her shield began to burn out. ”This…?!”

”Sorry for the interruption, my dear. Let's resume our dance, shall we?”

Smiling, Dong Fang Yue Chu turned back toward a pale Lily.

”…”

Further back, Cody was preparing another surgical strike. He frowned when he noted that his team were down two people. Teacher Fielding didn't need to announce that, but the holographic scoreboard above displayed how many members were down, and how many were still fighting. The odds were currently in Ultimate Outcast's favor, four to three.

He had to even out the odds somehow.

His eyes darted from me to Elliot. By now Elliot had retrieved his axe and was preparing to help Nicholas against Terence, who was still weathering the Wing Chun martial artist's blows. Neither of them were down yet, and they still had plenty left in their tanks. As for me…

I was unarmed.

Cody then made his choice and dove at me. I turned around with a smirk.

”!!!”

Cody immediately sensed danger, but he didn't pull back. He was committed.

”Black Shadow Clone!”

Uttering the incantation, Cody split into five clones again, all of them splitting out in different directions. He had seen me take out Lin Zhan Long with a single arrow, he had watched my previous matches (through video recordings) and was aware of the Constellation weapons or Constellation spirits I could summon.

So he reckoned that if he split up, I would be forced to divide my attention among all five clones. And just like with Stan, he would be able to close in and take me out.

What Stan and I didn't know, however, was that Cody didn't just merely create clones of himself. He could freely swap himself from one of his bodies to another, thus allowing himself to escape even in the twenty percent chance of his opponent guessing correctly and attacking the right ”clone.” Therefore it was his ace in the hole, an offensive and evasive technique combined into one.

What Cody didn't realize, unfortunately, was that it was useless against me.

”Lyra.”

A golden harp materialized in my hand. Hundreds of wires sprang out and stretched across the small space around me. All five clones of Cody were ensnared.

”…what? T…this…!”

Cody froze for a moment. He tried to slice at the wires with his daggers, but he found all four of his limbs bound tightly by the razor-sharp garrote wires. All five copies of himself. Even if he swapped himself out, he would still find himself trapped.

I smiled, but didn't waste any time in tightening my wires and slicing Cody into pieces. The boundary field protected him, and Cody was not cut apart into bloody chunks. Blood did flow from countless wounds on his body, however, and he collapsed, completely unconscious.

Above, the scoreboard changed to reflect the remaining members to 4 for Ultimate Outcasts and 2 for Holy Saints.

We now outnumbered our opponents two against one.