SSS-Rank Awakening: My Talent Multiplies Everything novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127: Designing A New Combat Style.

Of course, that was still nothing more than an idea.

A distant goal.

He was nowhere near capable of accomplishing something like that.

Earth Energy originated from a forming planet. Naturally, it carried within it countless minerals and metals that existed inside the planet itself. Iron. Copper. Gold. Silver. Countless substances had fused together into a single form of energy.

His current control was far too crude.

He wasn’t manipulating those individual properties.

He was manipulating the mixture as a whole.

If he truly wished to walk this path, then he would first have to understand Earth Energy at a much deeper level, separating its countless characteristics before learning how to recombine them however he pleased.

Only then could his body truly imitate the nature of every weapon.

Only then would his jack-of-all-trades fighting style truly reveal its terrifying potential.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, Kael slowly exhaled before raising his gaze toward Varek.

"I’m ready."

Varek gave a slight nod.

"So am I, Master."

The next moment, both of them moved.

Boom!

The instant their fists collided, a violent shockwave swept across the throne room. The black stone beneath their feet cracked as both figures shot backward before immediately disappearing once more.

Another explosion echoed through the hall.

Then another.

And another.

The throne room became a blur of motion.

Their figures flashed from one end of the room to the other, fists colliding, kicks crossing paths, elbows and knees meeting with explosive force that sent violent gusts roaring through the air.

Unlike their previous spar, Varek wasn’t relying on shadow constructs.

Every attack came from his own hands.

Every movement carried countless years of accumulated combat experience.

Kael found himself completely overwhelmed.

A straight punch flew toward Varek’s chest.

Varek shifted half a step to the side.

The punch missed.

Before Kael could recover his balance, two fingers lightly pressed against his wrist, redirecting his arm just enough to expose his ribs.

A palm strike followed.

Bang!

Kael staggered backward, the breath leaving his lungs.

He had barely regained his footing when Varek’s voice reached him.

"You leaned too far into the punch."

"If it misses, your center becomes unstable."

Kael silently nodded before charging forward once again.

The battle resumed.

Again...

And again...

Every mistake was immediately punished.

Whenever his posture became sloppy, Varek corrected it.

Whenever his footwork became inefficient, Varek pointed it out.

Whenever his focus drifted toward attacking instead of observing, Varek exploited the opening before calmly explaining why it happened.

Kael lost count of how many times he was knocked to the ground.

Yet he rose every single time.

There wasn’t the slightest trace of frustration on his face.

This outcome had been expected from the very beginning.

Compared to a few days ago, Varek had clearly recovered a larger portion of his strength. More importantly, regardless of his current condition, he was still someone who had once stood at the Quasi-Transcendent Realm.

His experience alone surpassed Kael’s by an immeasurable margin.

Every exchange was a lesson.

Every defeat became another stepping stone.

Slowly but surely, Kael could feel his combat instincts improving.

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