Chapter 527: Bro Supremacy
Jack smashed into the many weapons and monsters summoned by Elder Shadowhound. Each was wrought of darkness and pain, their sharp edges glinting without light. They seemed deadly. Yet, they were nothing but figments of the imagination, parts of Shadowhound’s will.
They could only harm Jack if he let them.
“Fool!” Shadowhound shouted, gloating already. “You should have never let me trap you here! I’ve trained my Will for untold millennia, while you only recently evolved from a worm. Prepare to die!”
Jack smiled. He rushed into the onslaught. His fists flashed purple, obliterating any darkness they fell upon, but there were more enemies than he could manage. They cut into him. Blades cleaved off his limbs, monsters chomped at his shoulders. Yet, he remained calm throughout. Every piece of damage they inflicted regenerated instantly. His fists slammed out, continuously obliterating monsters, knowing full well that Shadowhound experienced each fatal blow his summons received.
Groans of pain left the Elder’s mouth, but he remained confident. “Fool!” he repeated. “This is my domain! There is no way you can defeat me!”
Jack smiled. “We’ll see.”
Battles of wills were won by the person with the strongest will. Jack specialized in Physical and didn’t possess many Will attacks, so if Shadowhound just stood still, Jack would be unable to touch him. Defense, however, didn’t rely on techniques. Jack’s willpower had been forged through endless pain and suffering, endless struggle, endless loss. In this aspect alone, he was confident in facing anyone, even Archons and Overlords. It didn’t matter how strong they were—their willpower would always be inferior to his, as was evident by their inferior talent.
Jack endured the assault, not even changing his expression. “Keep coming at me, Shadowhound,” he said. “Throw me everything you got, but remember this: I will not budge. No matter what attacks you’ve prepared, I’ve been through worse. When you finally grow tired, I’ll still be here—and then, it will be my turn.”
Shadowhound roared, unleashing more attacks. Jack defended calmly. No matter how many strikes hit him or how much pain he experienced, it was all fake. He waited patiently. As for what would happen in the real world until then… He was not worried. His bro had it covered.