NOVEL NEXT Chapter 412: Stealing?
The man couldn't believe his eyes. His most proudest skill, that used to cleave through Destruction Canzers with ease, was now treated as nothing more than a surface wound.
Not only that, the wound he inflicted was healed in just a matter of a few seconds.
"So you're a little bit sturdier than others, so what? I'll still cut you up into pieces!"
He thought that Atlan had simply expended a lot of his Soul Time to protect himself from the wound. He thought that Atlan wasted some of his Soul Time to heal the wound in a matter of seconds.
This led the man to believe that Atlan had a lot more Soul Time than the average person, which motivated him to fight Atlan more so that he could extract all of the Soul Time in his body later.
"Let's see how you deal with this. LifeSkill: Fury of Blazing Blade!" the man screamed, with his entire body and blade becoming enveloped with an even bigger fire.
The man started to perform moves and stances with his blade, starting his strongest flurry of attacks. This was a combo that the man relied on to kill lots and lots of Canzers in a matter of a few seconds.
The combination of his sharp sword and his intense burning fire would be enough to deal at least ten years of damage for each second he continued the attacks.
Finally, the guy began his onslaught on Atlan, slicing towards his body with speed and power that would most certainly impress those who knew nothing but swordsmanship.
Slowly, Atlan's skin began to be inundated with cuts and slashes from the man's attacks.
The man smiled. A second had passed and he had performed about 50 slashes towards Atlan's body, meaning that in total, he must have lost about 10 years of his Soul Time.
This was a precious amount of Soul Time. And if he wanted to heal all of the cuts and open wounds on his body, then Atlan would have to spend more of his Soul Time to accelerate his healing capabilities.
The man thought that Atlan would give up at this point. After all, surrendering now would save him from further humiliation and pain.
Compared to what he was asking, Atlan would save a lot more Soul Time by relenting to the man's wishes and giving him the Soul Time he needed.
But somehow, Atlan's face was stone cold. He still looked sternly at the man with absolutely no change in facial expression as his body got filled with cuts and injuries.
The man was a little bit unnerved upon seeing this.
Just then, he saw that Atlan's body began to start healing again. All of the cuts that the man inflicted upon him were closing back up even faster than when the man inflicted them.
"Are you stupid?! Why are you wasting so much Soul Time?!" the guy shouted.
From his perspective, the man thought that Atlan was simply throwing away Soul Time for nothing. After all, he could have just surrendered and made all of this over in just a few more seconds.
But no. Atlan refused to surrender.
This activated the guy's stubbornness. He vowed to himself that he wouldn't stop until Atlan gave up and begged for mercy.
He didn't want to truly hurt Atlan before this and only wanted to extort him out of a few years of Soul Time, yet now, the man's pride as a swordsman was hurt. He was going to prove to Atlan that no amount of Soul Time could protect him from his burning sword!
The man continued his furry of slashes toward Atlan, increasing his movements and deepening his contact with Atlan's skin.
By now, Atlan must have been losing 20 or more years for each second that the man continued his onslaught of sword swings.
Yet as the seconds passed, Atlan continued to be unbothered. It was not without reason, for all of his cuts—no matter how deep or how many—were simply healed in a matter of a fraction of a second.
It came to a point where the man was struggling to even cut through Atlan's skin because Atlan was regenerating his injuries so fast that the cuts were being healed back up the moment they were cut!
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As the man slowly slowly felt his energy weaken, and exhaustion take over his body, the man realized something terrifying.
Atlan seemed to have thousands upon thousands of Soul Time in reserve!
Atlan had used up hundreds upon hundreds of years just from the cuts alone, not even including the Soul Time needed to accelerate its healing.
It was as if Atlan's Soul Time was endless.
He couldn't believe it! It was as if Soul Time was nothing for him.
The man slowly stopped his sword, with his hands slowly trembling from both terror and exhaustion.
"You… give me your Soul Time!" the man screamed as he took out a Time Stim from his pocket and stabbed it toward Atlan's wrist.
This syringe was used to extract and transfer Soul Time from one person to another. And since the act of taking a Soul Time was as easy as stabbing the syringe onto their body, then anyone could theoretically steal a person's Soul Time. Of course, this was dangerous for the person being stabbed because it was not controlled.
The man knew that Atlan must have thousands upon thousands of years of Soul Time.
He wanted that. He wanted all of it.
So, he stabbed the Time Stim in Atlan's arm and started to extract all of the Soul Time he could fit in the syringe.
The man's face glowed as he saw the syringe start to light up more and more, sucking up every Soul Time that it could from Atlan's body.
After a few seconds, the Time Stim was completely full to the brim.
Ecstasy filled the man's face as he realized that he had just extracted a thousand years from Atlan.
He immediately poked the syringe into his own wrist, transferring all of the Soul Time he stole from Atlan into his body.
But then, instead of feeling the warmth of Soul Time flowing through his body, he suddenly felt a coldness overcome his body.
He looked down at his wrist and realized that his Soul Time was actually going down!