Chapter 358: Winning The Battle
Above the battlefield, storm clouds twisted in chaos as Arkas and Brutus clashed with enough force to shake the sky itself.
Their bodies moved like bolts of lightning and flame, Arkas with his lightning trident, Brutus with his heavy gauntlets, both of them Grandmasters honed by decades of war. Thunder cracked as they crashed together, sparks flying from each strike.
Arkas jabbed forward with a sweep of his trident. Brutus ducked beneath it and responded with a fiery punch that cracked the air and sent waves of heat downward.
They circled each other in the sky. Wind howled between them. Brutus came again, punching upward with a flame-covered uppercut that Arkas barely dodged.
Arkas twisted in midair, flipped above him, and drove his trident down like a spear. Brutus caught it between both gauntlets, flames bursting around his arms.
"You haven’t changed at all," Brutus spat, fire crackling along his body.
"I changed enough to survive," Arkas growled back. "You didn’t."
Then they both pulled away, hovering at opposite ends of the storm, hundreds of meters apart.
Arkas raised his trident to the sky. Lightning screamed in every direction. The clouds responded to his call, flashing with power as the air grew dense and electric.
He held the trident in both hands, Essence coiling along its length. The storm condensed into a single bolt of shaped energy, a massive weapon easily hundred meters long.
"[Destructive Wish]."
He roared and hurled it downward, aimed directly at Brutus.