Chapter 153: The Cheap Tin Can Armor
A jet-black longsword materialized in Kaecilius’s hand, its blade cloaked in thick black smoke as a wave of dark magic surged from it.
Kaecilius lunged forward, his right foot slamming into the ground, thrusting the blade fiercely at Gene, who stood not far away.
CLANG!
The unmistakable clash of sword against metal echoed through the mirrored space. Kaecilius’s face tensed as he stared at Gene, standing still and completely unharmed. His pupils constricted. He could hardly believe what he was seeing.
That strike had been serious—deadly even—and Gene had taken it head-on, without even flinching, blocking the blow with nothing but his armored frame. Not only had the blade failed to pierce his suit, but even the corrosive black magic infused into the attack had done nothing.
"What... what is this? How is this possible?" Kaecilius muttered in disbelief.
He had expected Gene to meet him with some kind of magic defense, or perhaps a spell of equal strength. Never had he imagined that the man would just tank the blow without moving.
Suddenly, an intense surge of power flooded through Gene’s armored systems. Azure light pulsed from his palm as he raised his arm—an energy blast erupted from his repulsor, roaring straight toward Kaecilius’s face.
Kaecilius’s eyes widened. The damn armor didn’t even have a scratch on it.
Reacting quickly, Kaecilius conjured a gray arcane shield in his hand, and the blue energy beam was immediately nullified. Still, the force of the impact pushed him back several steps.
The attack erased any remnants of arrogance in Kaecilius’s mind. He had underestimated Gene Mason.