Frustrated, Daneel wished he had a little more time to form more layers. The defense went up exponentially with each because each interwoven strand worked to disperse the force of whatever it was that was trying to get through.
On the other side, it was almost as if the old man was reveling in the feeling of being powerful again after being weak for so long. An arrogance that seemed to be a natural trait of his surfaced, making him tap at the metal dome twice as if warning Daneel to 'brace himself'.
Taking a deep breath, he first pulled his fist back before forming a gauntlet of spiked metal around it. This metal was then set on fire, resulting in an awe-inducing sight that would strike fear in the heart of anyone who had to face this doom-bringing fist.
The moment he punched forward, all that anyone could see was a blur.
PUMPH
Although the shield did its work and decreased the force of the fist by a certain margin, it was nowhere near enough to completely stop the power of an Exalted Warrior.
Seeing the fist coming straight towards his stomach, Daneel could only saw two words before being blown backwards.
"Oh s**t."
BOOM
Luckily, at the last moment, he managed to order the system to immediately let go of the metal elementary particles behind him, allowing him to fly through the air instead of being swatted like a fly against his own shield.
As blood flew around him, Daneel's mind went blank for a few moments during his flight.
It was only after thudding to the ground and rolling for a few feet did he come back to his senses. There were now four additional scorched holes in his stomach, but they weren't very deep. Multiple bones were broken and many of his internal were injured.
If anyone sustained these many injuries on Earth, they would definitely be declared dead if they did not receive immediate medical treatment.
Yet, on Angaria, this was nothing a Warrior-level healing spell couldn't mend.
[Damage has exceeded the threshold. Beginning recovery.]
Feeling the prickling under his skin that indicated that the healing was underway, a smile spread across Daneel's face.
Blood was seeping from one corner of his mouth and there were a few scratches on his cheeks from the sharp tiny rocks on the ground, but his smile shone through.
He had actually defended a strike from an Exalted Warrior!
No matter what, this was an achievement that he could be proud of.
"Good shield. Where did you learn it? Just tell me, there is no meaning in taking your secrets to the grave."
Walking over towards him, the old man said these words in an idle tone.
The space had been locked long ago, and either party wouldn't let the other to take out space lock breaking trinkets and use them.
Without responding, Daneel prepared to put everything on the line for one last attack to drive his enemy back.
A little distance away, hidden discreetly inside a hole made by Daneel when he arrived was his clone.
In one hand, it was holding a Ker Gem from which it had been absorbing all this time.
In the other were the two Champion level trinkets that Daneel had activated before handing over to the clone.
As soon as the old man reached him, Daneel's plan was to cast a spell to distract him at least for a moment before launching all three attacks: the clone's combustion and the ones from the Champion level trinkets.
Even if this attack didn't kill this damn old man, it would at least give him the time to try and run.
Suddenly, a racking cough could be heard near him as the old man bent over, spitting out black blood again.
This made his arrogant demeanor disappear, replaced by an expression of anxiousness.
Daneel cursed inside, knowing that his enemy would definitely try to speed things up now. Even an extra second of absorbing energy from the Ker Gem might have made a difference.
He had only taken a glance towards the position of the clone, but the old man had managed to cover the distance of 25 feet between them in an instant.
Just…what kind of speed did an Exalted Warrior have?
Feeling thankful that he hadn't gotten into a contest of speed, Daneel prepared to launch everything.
It seemed that the old man wanted to end things cleanly, as he had pulled back his arm to conjure another blazing metallic fist.
Yet, just as the fist was about to be launched, both of heard a rumbling sound which made them pause.
Although it was a bit incoherent at first, it became quite clear after a second.
It was the sound of someone punching against something, yet these punches were so strong that they were shaking the ground itself with the aftershock.
3 punches later, it seemed a limit had been reached.
BOOOOM
In the air right above Daneel, two women appeared whom he had never seen before.
What was most puzzling was that they were wearing dresses usually worn by rich people in Lanthanor.
Seeing this situation, one took a trinket from a hidden pocket in her dress before saying, "Stop! By the rules of the alliance, I have the authority to attack with lethal force! If you value your life, step back!"
Just as the old man looked at them with frustration and considered continuing his attack, the fight above ground between the returning son and the selfish King was almost about to begin.
Chapter end
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