From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

Chapter 244: The Battle Rages On

The creature, visibly strained, began to show signs of recovery. A blue liquid, reminiscent of its aquatic nature, seeped from the wound on its hand as it gasped for breath. Before their eyes, the injury slowly started to mend itself, hinting at a resilience that added another layer of complexity to the encounter.

Jade, observing the creature's self-healing process, turned to Oscar and Rosa. "It looks like he's recovering from that wound. This should give us some time to prepare for the next engagement," she noted, her voice carrying a mix of concern and strategic thinking.

Oscar, acknowledging her observation, silently wiped the creature's blue blood from his blade, his nod conveying his agreement and readiness to follow her lead.

Rosa's curiosity about Jade's earlier intervention brought a new question to the forefront. "How were you able to pick apart that water attack? If we hadn't avoided it, that ground attack would have paralyzed us," she inquired, her gaze fixed on Jade, seeking understanding of her unique ability.

Jade answered without hesitation, her explanation shedding light on her extraordinary gift. "My eyes just flared up with white flames, and I saw a paralysis sign above the water. I assumed the worst,"

Jade's revelation about her evolving abilities added a new dimension to their strategy. "I'm still figuring this out, but it's possible I might be able to anticipate its next moves. Also, when its back was turned, I noticed a red gem on its lower back.

My eyes highlighted it as a weak point," she shared, providing a glimpse into the potential her powers held not just for defense, but for identifying critical vulnerabilities in their adversaries.

"Furthermore, according to what I can see, your energy reserves are at 240 out of 500, Rosa, and Oscar, yours are at 240 out of 500," Jade continued, giving them a brief rundown of their current statuses, underscoring the importance of managing their energy in the battle ahead.

"How do you think we should handle this moving forward?" Jade asked, seeking their input on the strategy.

Oscar, ever the tactician, assumed a wide stance, his blade barely touching the ground. "Same as before. I take the lead, and you two offer assistance as backup. Nothing else matters other than taking his head off. Call out the forms of attacks as you see them, and watch—" His instructions, firm and clear, were abruptly interrupted.

A scythe of water, swift and silent, came flying in from the side. Rosa, quick to react, intercepted it with a burst of fire, neutralizing the threat at the last second.

Oscar's resolve hardened as he assessed their situation, "From here on out we're going on the full offensive. I suspect he's using the water molecules in the air to extend his attacks, and his stamina will likely outmatch ours," he deduced, highlighting the urgency of their predicament.

"We have to take him down while we still have some tricks up our sleeves," he declared, signaling a shift in their strategy towards a more aggressive approach.

With a powerful push from his low stance, Oscar launched himself through the air, rapidly closing the distance to their adversary. The creature, however, seemed unphased, almost amused, as it casually waved its finger in the air. This gesture summoned more water, orchestrating an intricate dance of molecules that swirled menacingly around Oscar.

Rosa, her voice laced with urgency, shouted, "Don't slow down!" Her warning came as the water surged towards Oscar, only to be met with a fierce counterattack—a blast of fire from Rosa that clashed with the incoming water, creating a steam-filled tumult.

Amidst the chaos, Jade's focus remained unbroken. She was the calm in the storm, her eyes meticulously scanning the battlefield for any advantage. It was then her eyes flared once more, a visual cue of her powers at work. She noticed the subtle ripples beneath the creature's feet, an indication of impending movement. "Teleport,"

Jade's urgent shout, "He's getting ready to teleport again!" came just as Oscar's blade nearly connected with its target. Her sudden vision of the creature reappearing atop a nearby yellow construction tractor redirected Oscar's efforts in the nick of time. Despite the near miss, he quickly adapted, his feet finding a dry spot on the ground.

With a burst of flames encircling his feet, Oscar propelled himself towards the predicted location, ready to confront the creature as it materialized once again.

Simultaneously, Rosa took action, her hands coming together in a decisive motion. With her claps, she conjured a web of flames, intricate and binding. These fiery strands wrapped around the creature's legs as it began to emerge, effectively immobilizing it.

Jade's attention was laser-focused on the unfolding battle, her eyes blazing with an intensified white flame that seemed to expand with her growing awareness of the danger. The creature, once calm and seemingly in control, now displayed a flicker of concern as Oscar advanced with a mix of determination and fury. Read fresh chapters at m_vl_em_p_yr

The deadly dance between predator and prey was reaching its climax, with Oscar's blade inching closer to the creature's vulnerable neck.

Suddenly, Jade noticed a critical change in the creature's posture. "He's summoning a weapon!" she yelled, her warning slicing through the tension.

Oscar, his concentration momentarily disrupted by Jade's alert, saw the truth of her words just in time. His reaction was swift, but the adjustment came barely in time. A metallic clash echoed as Oscar managed to redirect his attack towards the creature's hand, narrowly avoiding a direct confrontation.

However, he wasn't entirely unscathed. A spray of blood from his face marked the air as he was sent hurtling back to the ground. Skillfully, he anchored his descent by driving his blade into the earth, coming to a sliding halt.

Panting, he touched the fresh wound on his cheek—a reminder of the narrow escape. "Thanks for the heads up," he gasped, the reality of the near-fatal encounter dawning on him. "I think he would have taken my head if I was a second slower."