My Unique Adaptation Skill in Another world-Chapter 10 - 9: Overdrive

The lynx moved first, with lightning ripped along its spine and down its limbs as it launched, ground tearing apart beneath its paws. Leo barely had time to react.

He rolled out of the way, swiftly, gained his balance, picked up a stone, He slammed aura into his legs and pushed, the ground cracked beneath his feet, leaving a crater where he’d stood.The force propelled him far away away from the lynx, his lower legs that had been blown off already forming bones and muscles mid air.

The injured lynx gave chase immediately, but Leo wasn’t running away, only luring it. The Mines laid by the eliminated group of hunters were still active and he knew where they had been placed, he had watched them do it, and was definitely going to take advantage of it.

The lynx jumped, attacking Leo at the point he was about to land but Leo threw the stone infusing it with aura into the ground under the lynx.

The blast flipped the lynx mid air, throwing it forcefully into a tree, while Leo was thrown into an open area.

There was a pause for a bit, which didn’t last long as the lynx, greatly injured but now even more enraged, stood and let out a loud roar.

Leo stood quickly already knowing was coming next, a stream of lightning from the sky struck the places where Leo was as he ran zigzaggy, but still got hit by a direct shot from the lynx.

But Leo did not stop. The strike being less powerful now still did damage but with adaptation in overdrive, he barely felt any pain and injuries did stay injuries for long.

The lynx still gave chase but was now more cautious but that wasn’t going to help it as it ran past one of traps Leo had set previously for safety purposes.

It cut a tension wire and large sharpened tree trunk hit at it sides into a nearby boulder with great force

The impact took part of its shoulder, flesh torn open, bone visible.

Its then changed eyes had changed.

The calculated awareness was gone, muscles swelled, veins glowing faintly with lightning. It roared, the sound vibrating through Leo’s chest, and then it charged straight at Leo who was shocked by the change.

The impact came heavy.

Leo felt his ribs cave as he was hit, the world spun, trees blurring into the sky. He struck the ground hard, bounced once, then slid until his back hit stone.

His bones snapped, he tried to breathe but couldn’t.

The lynx pounced on him.

Pain detonated through him as claws raked across his chest, his body convulsed, his vision tunneled, he felt himself go slack as the force flung him again, this time into darkness.

For a moment, there was nothing.

Then his body moved.

Leo’s eyes opened without focus. His right arm hung loose, shoulder out of place. His legs trembled, knees bent at angles they shouldn’t.

His brain flooded. Pleasure and Pain killing Hormones spiked hard and fast. Fear vanishing, Pain becoming nonexistent to him. The world around him sharpened, bright and loud, alive. His adaptation is now at its peak of overdrive.

He laughed, hard and for long, like he was just laughing for the first time since birth without knowing why.

The lynx circled him, lightning crackling along its claws.

Leo legs snapped back into place, his body was healing weirdly, but pushed himself up, in so much ecstasy.

All the while he had never let go of his sword, and now he was going to use it, no more spacing from the lynx, no more planning, his mind too gone for that, all that was left was maniac savagery.

He ran towards the lynx instinctively using his aura at maximum output, and it met him head on.

They collided, bodies slamming together. Leo felt claws tear into his side, he did not pull away nor did he feel the need to. He drove forward grinning hard, teeth bared, and stabbed the lynx’s eye with his left arm that had broken bone sticking out.

Bone pierced flesh.

Blood sprayed hot across his face causing him to laugh maniacally, as the lynx screamed and tore Leo’s right shoulder mid swing.

But Leo swung anyway, still laughing.

His right arm whipped like a flail, shoulder popping back into place mid-motion as bone forced itself back together. He brought the sword down on the lynx in a wild arc.

The blade bit deep into the lynx’s body multiple times, and into its skull where it got stuck.

The lynx flared around in pain trying to get Leo off, hitting Leo against different surfaces, while Leo’s seemed more concerned about trying to pull his sword free.

The sword would not move.

Muscle crawled up his forearm, thickening, tightening. Tendons wrapped around the hilt of the sword, flesh sealing over his grip.

The pulling out the sword made the lynx thrash even more, Lightning exploded outward, burning Leo’s skin, charring flesh.

They tore at each other. There was no rhythm, no intelligent exchange of any kind, only savagery.

The lynx raked his legs open, he stabbed with exposed bone, the lynx crushed his ribs. Leo hacked blindly, cutting muscle, splitting hides.

Blood soaked the ground until it was slick and black.

At last, the lynx pulled back, getting some distance, its breathing was ragged, one eye was gone, lightning sputtered unevenly along its body.

It gathered power again anyway.

The air screamed as a final surge of lightning fell down, uncontrolled and violent. It engulfed Leo, burning flesh from bone. He fell to the ground and did not rise.

The was now only the crackle of lightning where they had been savage exchanges, craziness and painful screams.

The lynx collapsed moments later, chest heaving, limbs twitching.

Time passed. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The lynx lifted its head, and to its surprise, Leo was getting off the floor like he was being puppeted .

His body was ruined. Skin burned away in places, muscle exposed slacked, bones visible beneath repairing flesh. He walked forward, step by step, joints snapping into place as he moved, the adaptation worked without pause.

The lynx tried to crawl away, but it could not.

Leo stopped in front of it, the lynx looked up at him.

For it’s first time, fear flooded its eyes as it watched Leo raise the sword still fused to his arm, his expression empty, his body still rebuilding as he prepared to strike.