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Chapter 431 It Can't Be Helped
Chapter 431 It Can't Be Helped
"If I can't use magic, I can only last underwater for no more than ten minutes while fighting," Aion thought. "This will be hard."
Mareia prepared that in order to stop all of Aion's best cards. He couldn't show his true physical powers, his space magic, time magic, even elemental spells… at the same time, underwater.
Aion's attention remained fixated on Mareia, but she made no move or intervention. However, the controlled corpses wasted no time unleashing their dark magic. They conjured a colossal whirlpool, churning and pulling with immense force, threatening to drag Aion into its depths.
Aion braced himself against the powerful currents, resisting the pull as best he could. He fought against the relentless vortex, determined not to be overwhelmed by its grip.
"I hate elemental vortexes…" Aion thought while furrowing his eyebrows.
That will only make Aion lose his breath faster. Still, he left himself being pulled by it while he closed his eyes and focused his senses. In the last moment, he opened his arms and then closed them.
The slap of the hands made the whole structure tremble since Aion used Inner Release. The vortex lost its shape, but then the enemies swam toward Aion as if they were fish themselves.
The corpses began to punch Aion, and he was surprised to see the power of the punches of mages. The last one to hit him was his own corpse. Aion felt a powerful punch strike his face, disorienting him underwater. The force of the blow sent him spinning, his head swimming with confusion. The surrounding water seemed to twist and twirl around him, making it difficult to tell which way was up or down.
Dizzy and struggling to regain his balance, Aion fought against the disorienting currents. The underwater world became a swirling blur as he tried to steady himself. His head spun, and he felt a wave of nausea wash over him.
Despite the disorientation, Aion refused to let himself be overwhelmed. He focused his thoughts, trying to find a fixed point of reference amidst the spinning chaos. Through sheer determination, he slowly regained his bearings. Only to see them coming again…
Aion clicked his tongue while wondering what he could do in that situation… changing classes seemed the best option. Still, he didn't want to show another card of his. Fortunately, Aion had an idea…
Aion, beaten and enduring, faced a relentless barrage of attacks. Despite the onslaught, he stood firm, absorbing each blow without flinching. His eyes remained shut as if in defiance of the pain.
Each strike landed with a jolt, sending ripples of agony through his body. Yet, Aion refused to waver, accepting the punishment with unwavering determination. He embraced the pain as a testament to his resilience, using it to fuel his inner fire.
With every hit, Aion's resolve grew stronger. He harnessed the force of each blow, channeling it into his unwavering spirit. Though his eyes remained closed, he visualized his triumph, envisioning a future where he would rise above his adversaries.
Aion kind of felt by that, but the first person that he had to test his plans had been his uncle, who seemed like a nice person based on what he knew from his mother. He was fine in punching his own body… that seemed a bit weird, or how much self-respect Aion had.
Regardless, Aion and the corpse of his uncle traded blows in the last moment, but even though Aion seemed weaker, the enemy was the one who was sent flying to the distance while spinning until his body hit the wall of the throne room and passed through it.
Mareia, amidst the chaos and commotion, displayed a brief moment of surprise and confusion. Her face showed a mix of astonishment and uncertainty as she witnessed the unfolding events. It seemed that the situation had caught her off guard, causing her to question what was happening before her eyes.
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, reflecting her puzzlement. Her eyes widened in a momentary lapse of understanding as if struggling to comprehend the unexpected turn of events. Mareia's usual composed demeanor wavered for a fleeting instant as the unforeseen circumstances left her momentarily bewildered.
"What was that… he shouldn't be able to use magic, and he is weaker than the weakened version of himself from the future," Mareia thought.
The corpse got up, and then Mareia checked its face, but there was only the mark of a single punch… nothing else.
As Mareia observed Aion, a flicker of doubt crossed her mind. She found herself questioning whether they had underestimated his physical prowess. The sheer resilience and unwavering determination displayed by Aion as he absorbed blow after blow left her contemplating the true extent of his strength.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she reevaluated her previous assumptions. Mareia pondered whether they had underestimated Aion's physical capabilities, perhaps focusing too much on his magical prowess while neglecting to consider his formidable physicality. The sight of him enduring the relentless attacks with unwavering resolve forced her to reconsider her assessment.
The other enemies didn't attack, so Aion had the chance to see Amaria confused and surprised. He had a hard time hiding his smirk, but he couldn't do that since it was better to act like he was struggling to make the enemy even more confused.
"The power was a bit off since I tried this for the first time, but the next will do the trick and kill… and finish off the targets," Aion thought. "I feel bad for doing this to their bodies, but it can't be helped."
Aion also had to deal with the Mareia, so he didn't have time to worry about anything else. Mareia glared at Aion… she was confident in her victory, but she couldn't afford to fall for the sake of tricks. If Aion learned something new, she had to learn and study it.
In the end, Mareia sent the body of the future Aion, imagining that it would help her somehow understand what was happening.