“Lightning Mimicry,”
Atticus whispered, and a surge of electrifying energy coursed through his body, manifesting in an extraordinary transformation.
Streams of lightning began to dance around him, creating intricate tendrils of electrical energy that enveloped his entire form.
The surging electricity not only illuminated the dark expanse but also caused every hair on Atticus’s body to stand on end.
With a sudden burst of speed and precision granted by his newfound abilities, Atticus became a living bolt of lightning.
His body streaked through the atmosphere with astonishing velocity, leaving behind a luminous trail of crackling electricity that illuminated the shadows.
As he closed in on the Shadow Seraphon, still embedded within the cavern wall, the intensity of the lightning surrounding Atticus reached a crescendo.
The crackling energy coalesced around both his hands.
At a velocity that surpassed the comprehension of individuals even in the expert rank, Atticus unleashed a relentless barrage of punches.
His hands became a streaking blur as each strike connected with the beast’s torso, a display of rapidity and force that sent shockwaves reverberating through the creature’s form.
The impact of each punch drove the Shadow Seraphon deeper into the wall it was lodged in, creating a series of undulating ripples across its massive frame.
Every punch was infused with the crackling energy of lightning, causing an electrified surge to course through the Shadow Seraphon with each devastating blow.
The cave itself seemed to quiver with each strike, as if protesting the immense force being unleashed within its confines.
Despite the continuous assault, the Shadow Seraphon remained eerily motionless. The electrical currents surging through its body had rendered it paralyzed, leaving its colossal form stiff and unresponsive.
Even the once menacing tendrils, suspended in the air, were now motionless and tense.
Atticus persisted in delivering a ceaseless barrage of punches to the beast for several moments. Just as it appeared that his assault would have no end, Atticus abruptly halted his fists, his gaze turning icy as he whispered under his breath,
“Fire Mimicry.”
Atticus felt the familiar free and unpredictable feeling course through his entire being as his form became engulfed in a scorching inferno of fury.
Compared to his lightning element, which was still at level 1, his fire element had advanced to a staggering level 3, completely incomparable to the lightning element.
Covered entirely in blazing flames, Atticus initiated a rapid spin in the air. The velocity of his rotation generated a fiery tornado, the searing flames whirling around him.
Harnessing the accumulated momentum into his right leg, Atticus condensed the flame on his leg, intensifying its glow.
With tremendous force, his fiery leg collided with the side of the beast’s torso, unleashing a torrent of fire that surged outward, scorching everything in its path.
The impact sent the colossal creature hurtling through the air, its countless tendrils thrashing about as it descended toward the cave floor.
The massive form of the beast struck the ground with cataclysmic force, creating shockwaves that rippled through the entire cave.
A billowing wave of dust and debris enveloped the scene as the intense impact reverberated through out the cavern.
After a few seconds, the dust cleared, showing the now 40 meter torso of the Shadow Seraphon with its left side completely scorched.
Atticus gazed at the master- rank beast, a beast feared by many in the human domain, a beast that could cause a massive amount of destruction if left unchecked.
Now, that same formidable beast lay sprawled on the cavern floor.
Half of its torso bore the scars of scorching flames, while its colossal tendrils were scattered haphazardly across the cave ground.
Each tendril twitched involuntarily in response to the residual effects of the lightning still coursing through them.
Black liquid oozed from the Shadow Seraphon’s mouth, accompanied by a low, pained screech as it struggled to rise from the massive crater it had formed.
This scene might look completely pitiful to most, causing them to even feel pity for the beast. It looked nothing like the feared Shadow Seraphon the people knew.
But Atticus wasn’t that nice. His intention, of course, was to train. And given the current circumstances, this master- rank beast was the only one who could match his strength.
It was the only one he could spar with while utilizing his full strength and without holding back.
Atticus had never been one to pull back his punches when training. If he didn’t strain himself to the limit, how would he ever grow?
The training robots back at the Ravenstein estate suffered from this a great deal, always ending up brutally turned into scrap.
And now, it was the Shadow Seraphon’s turn to suffer the consequences of having this monster kid as a sparring partner.
Atticus’s plan was to continually use his elements to the limit, especially his elemental mimicry art.
He had no intention of stopping the fight here.
Seeing that the lights of the runes were already turning dim, Atticus focused on his space ring and brought out another batch of illumination runes, channeling his mana into them and tossing them around the expansive cave.
They all lit up, brightening up the area.
Atticus turned his gaze towards the beast on the floor who was still trying to get up.
With his body enveloped in searing flames high up in the air, he released a massive burst, his form blazing through the air at supersonic speed heading directly towards the poor beast on the floor.
…
Back in the control room, each of the operators watching Atticus’s figure on the screen had brooding expressions on their faces.
They currently had mixed feelings with what they had just witnessed.
On one hand, they were all utterly shocked.
Just how many elements could he use?
They had seen him use fire, earth, water, air, and light. One person being able to use all these elements was shocking enough, but now, he could use lightning?
‘Can he use all the elements?’ They all thought in their heads.
