The Universe Is Innately Just 119 Mass Advancement Part Five

Another interface appeared in front of him after he exchanged dozen of moves with the woman opposing him. As a fellow blade user, it had only taken him a few moves to determine what her flaws were. After explaining to her what she had to do next, he swiftly ended the fight with a sharp palm swipe to the neck.

Time flowed, and Fell fought diverse opponents one after the other. The fight rarely extended to more than a minute, and rumors about his strength soon propagated through the battle center. The top rankers noticed him rather quickly, and most of them logged into the game as they waited for the system to match them with Fell.

Most of them didn't trust what people told them as they could also beat those ranked under them, but one fact made them interested in Fell. In all of his fights, he left one sentence that usually depicted the flaws of his opponent. "Does he think he is some kind of teacher?" thought Charles as he got up from his bed. He had just received news from his friend that a fiend had appeared in the game. Fell's avatar, Stroke, had left a deep impression on his opponents, and no one had even come close to dealing a sliver of damage to his body. This wasn't just a one-sided experience as he also benefited from the fights. The fact that he fought diverse types of weapon users made him grow bit by bit in combat. Not only that, but the more he thought about it, the more he found that the experience was a training of some sort.

Although one fight wouldn't be making a difference, he was aware if they added to hundreds, then the benefits would be more than noticeable. Moreover, even if it was true that he was gaining experience from the quick fights he was chaining, it wasn't his primary goal. He had thought about it when Chairman Spinters told him about the tournament. Fell didn't like owing people and as he didn't know if he would stay in New Casablanca, he decided that helping the user develop into decent fighter would be much better in the long run. A collective breakthrough would be worth much more to the battle center than a single individual.

That was his main goal in fighting the users of this battle center. Time pa.s.sed quickly as he fought dozens of users and finally was matched with someone from the top twenty. The user was ranked 13. His avatar was named Shroum, Fell had been intrigued as soon as he appeared in the fighting platform as he didn't expect someone to use a ranged weapon in Battle League. In the man's back was a large rifle and on his waist, holstered in each side of his body, two s.h.i.+ning revolvers. As soon as the fight started, Shroum took out his rifle and began shooting at Fell's figure while backing away. Although his accuracy couldn't be called great when moving, he managed to send most of the bullet howling toward Fell's torso. Not even a few seconds after that, he managed to get to a safe distance of fifty meters from Fell. Fell quietly watched the man's tactics while evading the dozens of flying bullets that were following his body.

Fell couldn't help but be impressed by Shroum's tactic in front of him. Although he didn't find it difficult to evade the man's a.s.sault, advancing was, on the other hand, quite complicated. Shroum was still getting further away and barraging Fell, preventing any steps forward. Yet that wasn't the worst in their fight. A few moments later, Shroum decided he was in a safe enough position and stopped moving. His accuracy turned into a deadly a.s.set, his bullets would hurl straight toward Fell's face. The distance between them made him capable of fully focusing on his aim. Fell whistled in surprise as the man's tactics were deadly. He was sure that if anyone left Shroum the chance to back away from a close quarter fight, then it was over. A bullet would have pierced through their skull's avatar the moment he would have stopped spraying bullets to secure his retreat.

"I can also do that…", thought Fell as he stomped on the ground evading a bullet that was shot in an attempt to read his movements. During the evasive motion, his hand pierced through the fighting arena's tiles. His arm applied some strength, and he took out the tile entirely from the floor, with the same movement he managed to completely stop his motion and stood behind the object. Without further thought, his hand flashed and he took out several pieces of rocks as he armed himself. He stood calmly behind the defenses he had created while gazing at the stones he had picked up. His memory flashed with reminiscence as he thought about the Core. During those times, he was used to throwing an object as a mean of protection; he remembered once when a maddened pack of dogs had followed him through the jungle made of metallic sheets.

He forgot about the bullets that were hurling towards him and lost himself in his remembrance. The thick tile that was protecting him was being reduced at a speed where it could be noticed with the naked eyes. He figured out that it shouldn't last more than a few more seconds. He breathed out while figuring out Shroum's position by using the bullet's trajectory. Thankfully, Shroum wasn't the kind to be aggressive and didn't try to rush from the sides to get a better angle. Instead, he had chosen the safest option, which was taking away Fell's defenses slowly in the most reliable means.

The moment he noticed that the tile was going to break down in an instant, Fell entered a hyper-focused state where the shot's angle and strength were computed swiftly by his brain. He threw one rock toward the sky. Though, this single throw would never touch Shroum's body.