Rise of the Eromancer

Chapter 252 Round... 2?

"Hahaha!"

It was unknown which was louder; the heavy booms that thundered in the air, or the almost maniacal burst of laughter that reverberated through the skies. Rhys did say that Lance should start fighting with long-range combat, so the only one he could blame was himself. But still…

…Lance was now high up in the air, just summoning hundreds and hundreds of missiles and shooting them toward Rhys. They were not even fighting on the metal platform anymore, as Rhys was just running around the wide empty field to dodge all of the projectiles.

The missiles were the size of a loafed bread. One would think they were easy to dodge because of that, but no — some of them were tracking Rhys, while some didn't, making even Rhys's abnormal senses and reflexes overclock.

Most importantly, however, the once verdant empty field was now completely craters and smoke.

"Die! Die! Die!" Lance continued to literally rain fire on Rhys; the amounts of missiles he could summon, seemingly endless. The cenleons, who thought they already knew what the humans were capable of, could really only cover their ears from the noise.

Prince Dubhai was extremely excited, however, as he was learning more and more about the humans, and even more so, they would be learning about each other. As for Prince Abu, he was mortified.

At first, he was just planning to play politics along with the humans to try and learn how they would be useful to his kingdom — but now, actually seeing that they truly were the more inferior race, the only thing that Abu could do was lament and watch. Either way, they would benefit from this… especially him. This was his ticket to the throne.

He just… needed to be very careful not to get on Rhys's bad side.

"Are you getting tired now, Rhys Wilder!?" Lance's voice echoed through the air even through all the loud explosions. They were already so far from the platform that Dominique and the others could almost no longer see their shapes — what they could see, however, were all the missiles that Lance was still throwing at Rhys,

"If you are getting tired, then just surrender and I will spare you!"

"..." Rhys just continued to run around; not even bothering to look at Lance anymore as he just sighed with every word that was coming out of Lance's mouth. At this point, Lance was probably just waiting for Rhys to get tired of dodging.

Unfortunately, in the battle of endurance…

…there was probably no one in this world that could defeat Rhys.

But of course, he was not actually going to make this a battle of endurance — he wanted to go home.

Rhys then finally stopped running and looked at Lance; grabbing a piece of rock while doing so. And while still managing to dodge Lance's missiles, he threw the rock straight at Lance.

"Oh…?" Lance, however, just quickly summoned a large floating shield to protect himself from Rhys's attack. Slightly shocked that Rhys could actually dent the shield, "This is amazing, Rhys Wilder. Do you—"

Lance stopped talking as he could no longer see Rhys on the ruined field.

"Well, well…" Lance smirked as some sort of goggles materialized in front of his face, "...Where could this fucking rat be hiding now? Rhys! It's not fair for you to just hide and—"

"Who is hiding?"

"!!!" Lance's eyes then widened as he felt something light and extremely thin touch and wrap around his neck. He quickly turned around in the air, only to see Rhys emerging from the back of the shield he created.

"Let's go," Rhys whispered before tugging on the threads now wrapping around Lance's neck. His sharp threads were not enough to actually cut through Lance's armored skin; but he didn't have any intention to cut him in the first place, he just pulled and dragged him inside the shadow.

"What the—" Lance could really only widen his eyes as he watched his vision turn dark — almost as if he was drowned in oil, but not really. The feeling of slight suffocation did not last, however, as he suddenly found himself on the ruined field he created; Lance did not panic at all, he even smiled as he looked at Rhys,

"Now, isn't this quite fun for—!!!"

Before he could finish his words, however, Rhys suddenly covered his mouth — and without even giving him any chance to react, a violent gush of water burst forth from his palm.

"!!!" Rhys gripped Lance's face tight before ramming and pinning him to the ground, while still completely filling him up with water — the very same thing Sylas West did to his mother. But of course, there was still quite a difference between the two.

Lance's body was no longer completely biological. Since Lance was already a cyborg, although it was a longshot and Rhys was sure that he already had countermeasures to it, he still wanted to see what would happen if his insides were exposed to vast amounts of water — courtesy of Princess Vicky.

"Grkh…!!!" Lance quickly materialized a pair of blades, but before he could swing it toward Rhys; Rhys quickly summoned a ball of wind… and then proceeded to also make it explode inside Lance's mouth before he kicked Lance's stomach and leaped away.

"Ha…" Lance quickly stood up from the ground; all the water that Rhys put inside him, being released from the gaps and holes that were across Lance's mechanical body, "...What the fuck? That would have seriously killed me."

"That's why I did it," Rhys shrugged, "Do you still want to continue fighting?"

"Are you kidding me…?" An almost maniacal smirk crawled on Lance's face, "We haven't even started yet. Why? Are you tired?"

"No," Rhys shook his head, "Because you've already lost, Sir. You just don't know it yet."

"Lost…?" Lance chuckled, "I could level this entire field if I wanted to — I was going easy on you, soldier boy."

"Maybe if you started with that, you would have killed me," Rhys let out a small sigh as he shook his head, "But now, you've already lost."

"Let the people be the judge of that," Lance turned to look at the cameras and drones around them, "Meh, I think this has also gone long enough — if that's what you want, then I will use my full power against you, Rhys Wilder."

"I already told you it's too late, Sir," Rhys shook his head, "Just please, surrender."

"Enough talk," Lance once again scoffed as the boosters on his hand and feet once again fired as he slowly ascended in the air; his eyes, completely locked onto Rhys, "It's time to show the people just how different we—Hm…?"

Lance then blinked a couple of times as he realized that he was actually no longer going up and had been staying at the same height for a few seconds now.

"What the…" Lance tried to increase the power of his boosters, but as soon as he did so, he felt himself suddenly moving in a different direction; specifically toward Rhys. And without even having the time to react or clear his confusion, his face was suddenly met with Rhys's fist, causing him to practically just dig through the ground head first.

Once again, however, Lance seemed completely unaffected as he just quickly sat up and flew away… only to just once again find himself being dragged back straight toward Rhys and his fist.

"What the fuck is going on!? You—" And before he could finish his words, he found himself being pulled back to Rhys and punched in the face. And soon, it was almost as if he just became a yo-yo, being punched by Rhys only to be pulled back to him again and again.

"You don't feel pain, right?" Rhys breathed out before just punching him in the face again, this time with even more strength as he dropped him to the ground. Lance was going to get up, but he did not need to as he found himself being lifted up in the air — and finally, as he was able to properly look at Rhys's hand, he noticed the threads he was holding.

Lance then quickly looked to where the threads were leading, only to see… that it was all over his body—no, it was also looping from inside the gaps of his skin. Hundreds, probably more.

"I knew you had to expel the water somewhere," Rhys then tugged on the threads, "I put them at the same time as the water to help it scatter inside your body, and then they also got out when you removed the water — I told you, you already lost, Sir."

"...You really think I can't cut some threads?" Lance only raised an eyebrow before summoning a pair of scissors, "Wh—!!!"

"No," Rhys was about to cut some of the threads, but Rhys suddenly pulled him closer before he could even move his fingers; whispering quietly into his ear, "I don't think you can — It's a very special thread. But I'm not going to let you try either. So, if I were you, I would surrender…

…or I humiliate you in front of everyone that is watching us right now."