Arc II: “Universal Threat”
Chapter II: “Mythical Kaelithian”
Episode III: “Team Deathmatch II”
[Two hours ago]
Akira dashed at Ronin, full of rage.
“I won’t let you get away with this!”
Ronin was ready. He evaded all of Akira’s attacks with a smile.
Then, with a single hit, he knocked Akira straight to the ground.
Akira slowly got up and flew back into the sky.
“Dammit…”
“Akira! Calm down! There’s no need to rush, your friend isn’t going anywhere,” Rikito said.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Akira said, wiping blood from his lip.
“HEY!” Zane yelled as he flew over to them.
“Huh?” Akira looked over at him.
“I remember you… You were in the tournament, right? The robot guy?”
“Never mind that! Where is Lian! We must protect him!”
“Oh, he’s down by the arena.”
Akira scanned the sky, taking stock of who was still airborne with him.
“Alright… Asuka, Rayon. The two of you go with this guy to save Lian and take him to the infirmary.
Look after Leo too. I promised myself I’d train him, so I can’t have him dying on me.”
“Right!” they said in unison, and they flew to the ground with Zane.
“Okay… uh, Draig and Malek, right? Malek, can you handle the mobs tearing up the stands?”
“Yeah, sure.”
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“And Draig… I’m leaving Sikira to you.”
“Hmph, alright. So, I get to face the Kaelithian with negative energy— sounds interesting.”
“I’m taking the beast. Don’t try to stop me, Akira. This is how I’ll prove I’m the superior warrior,” Rikito declared.
“R-right… suit yourself.”
Now that I’ve settled that…
Akira closed his eyes and focused his energy.
What!? I can’t sense any aether signatures from the ship!? I can’t teleport to Riella!
“Ah, it seems you’ve noticed. My ship can block aether signatures and camouflage itself. It’s impossible to track it down or tell who’s on it.”
“In that case, I’ll just beat you and force you to show me where Riella is!”
“Bold words, savage-blood… I’m going to enjoy turning you into one of my puppets…” Ronin said, licking his lips.
[Two hours later]
Draig and Sikira were both fighting in their Spirit Resonance states.
“Guess this won’t be the challenge I hoped for,” Draig said.
Sikira was panting, covered in cuts and bruises.
“It’s… not over yet!”
Sikira’s smile sharpened.
“In fact, we’re just getting started…”
Dark energy spilled from her aura. It quickly surrounded the two of them, enclosing them in a cold pocket-space.
“W-what is this!?”
“Negative Realm! In here, my negative aether is sovereign; your flow bleeds into mine!”
“What!?”
“That’s right. You’ll run dry—or I’ll kill you with your own aether. Either way, you’re finished!”
“Dammit, what a nuisance!” Draig increased his output with Spirit Ascension.
“Negative Gun!” She rapidly fired negative aether blasts at Draig.
They came so fast he could barely slip through them; he stayed moving as long as she kept firing.
This isn’t good. I can feel my flow dropping every time she fires! There must be a weakness to this technique.
“Hellfire!” Draig snapped, but the blaze guttered against the air itself.
“Oh, whoops. I forgot to mention, anything you cast will be nullified, instantly converted into negative aether. Your arts won’t help you in here.”
“Shit!”
If I can’t use aether attacks, and my energy is constantly draining… then I have no other choice…
“HAAA!” He condensed everything into his muscles, then rushed to Sikira.
I’ll just have to use my hands to beat her as fast as I can!
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I knew you’d try that. Newsflash, I’m the ruler of this dimension! Negative Burst!”
Her aura unleashed an explosion of energy that knocked Draig back.
“Dammit…”
“Hahaha, this is too easy. I don’t even have to use my own power!”
“This bitch…”
If releasing my energy is useless, then I’ll just build it up inside using Neo Arts!
“Normally, I can only do this once a day… but I’m going to push my limits and beat you! Dragon Drive!”
A fiery power welled up inside Draig, and he continued powering up.
This might be troublesome… Sikira started sweating, trapped in the sweltering heat radiating from Draig.
“HAAA!”
Pressure spider-webbed through the pocket space; glassy cracks of shadow split, and the Negative Realm caved in.
Outside, the world rushed back: aether signatures flared around him.
Akira! Rikito! Oh no…
“What!?” Sikira barked.
This guy’s more impressive than I thought… but!
Draig’s flow had bottomed out.
The Negative Realm had leeched too much aether from him, and that last surge cleaned him out.
He fell to the ground and collapsed.
“That was close…”
Sikira returned to her natural state as she flew back to the ship.
Malek was in the stands fighting against criminals when he saw Draig fall.
Dammit! Draig too? Akira and Rikito were already beaten.
Malek was using his Nine-Tailed Spirit and Raging Elephants to fight dozens of opponents at once.
These guys aren’t that strong, but there are too many of them!
“Hey! Need some help?” Rayon said as he flew into the stands.
Rayon sparked his Spirit Bloom and dove in at Malek’s flank.
“Thanks, I needed the help.”
“Yeah. Where’s Akira and the others?”
“They’ve… already been beaten.”
“What?”
This is bad. Those massive signatures up there… and it isn’t Akira or Rikito!?
[Next Time on Lyte of Utopia]: “Team Deathmatch III”
[Yield Levels]:
Akira: 2b
- Unconscious: 5
Ronin: ???
- Suppressed: 1qd à 1qt
Draig: 10b
- SR: 1t (Physical)
- SA: 2t
- SA + DD: 20t
- Hellfire: x1000
Sikira: 1b
- SR: 100b (Physical)
- Weakened: 700m
- Negative Realm (External): x10,000 (Counter / Domain)
- Negative Gun: x10 (x2 - NR) (Counter)
- Negative Burst: x50 (x2 - NR) (Counter)
A.S.S Gang criminals: 100,000 – 100m
Malek: 800m
Rayon: 1b
- SB: 500b