Chapter 370: Tag team of the year
Noah’s mind shifted into overdrive, every neuron firing with calculated precision. The white lines were still there—chaotic, overlapping, promising death from every conceivable angle. But now he was learning to read them, to find the microscopic gaps in Kruel’s overwhelming offense.
’Pattern recognition is key. Even chaos has rules if you look deep enough.’
[Combat Analysis: Active]
[Threat Assessment: Updating in real-time]
[Recommended Strategy: Adaptive guerrilla tactics]
Lucas blazed forward in his soul form, electricity crackling around his translucent frame. His approach was textbook—feint high, strike low, keep the pressure constant. But Noah could see the white lines shifting, converging on Lucas’s trajectory like hungry snakes.
"Lucas, abort! Roll left!"
The warning came just as Kruel’s fist carved through the air where Lucas’s head had been. The young soldier twisted mid-charge, his soul form flickering as he narrowly avoided decapitation. Kruel’s follow-up was immediate—a devastating knee strike aimed at Lucas’s exposed ribs.
That’s when Noah struck.
Void Blink activated, reality folding as he materialized beside Kruel. Excaliburn came up in a perfect intercepting arc, the void-wreathed blade positioned to catch the Harbinger’s knee. Kruel’s eyes widened as he registered the deadly edge inches from his leg.
The Harbinger twisted desperately, his knee strike missing Lucas entirely as he yanked his leg away from the blade. But the sudden change in momentum left him off-balance for a split second.
Lucas capitalized instantly. Lightning coiled around his fist as he drove an uppercut toward Kruel’s exposed chin. The electrical discharge would have fried a normal opponent’s nervous system.