Rivers of the Night-Chapter 225: Question

Theron found his head spinning, but his body reached a state of autopilot instantly. He reached for his weapons, only to remember that they weren't there. He had stored them away in his spatial ring.

Normally, he wouldn't do this. But he wasn't sure what was happening today. After General Pennel gave him this skin-tight black latex suit to wear, there was no longer anywhere to keep his weapons under robes like he liked to.

Realizing he wouldn't have the time to reach out with his Third Eye and pull them out, not with his head spinning like this, Theron made a split-second decision to focus on dodging.

BOOM!

The wall Theron had just been leaning against suffered a fist half the size of his head.

Even with his vision swimming, Theron knew that the General had actually chosen to attack from a distance. There was no body to exploit, and his enemy was suddenly ages away.

At the same time, Theron knew that there was no Mana to take advantage of here. These special rubber mats were precisely there for that purpose. The fist that just passed him by was nothing more than air pressure from General Pennel's fist alone.

While it wasn't strong enough to kill Theron, it was certainly enough to bruise and probably fracture a few bones.

General Pennel raised an eyebrow, but soon his face returned to a neutral state. It was hard to tell if he was just impressed by Theron's dodge, or if it was something else entirely.

What he wanted to know was how Theron would deal with his Mana being suppressed, locked in a room with someone so much physically superior to him.

The answer bore out quite quickly.

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Theron's roll to the side stopped, slamming an elbow and the tips of his toes against the ground at the same time. He exploded up to a palm and then to his feet.

His movements were fluid in a way that reminded General Pennel of water, but that was odd… because there certainly wasn't any ambient Water Mana here to control, and even if that was the case, why would that impact Theron's movement technique?

General Pennel blinked, and it felt like Theron had already crossed half the distance, and all the disorientation in the latter's eyes had vanished, replaced by a chilling calm.

All the pain shaking his chest and rattling his movements seemed to have been completely suppressed.

In three more strides, he would cover the rest of the distance.

General Pennel sank into a combat stance, a fist pulling back to his waist before he unleashed it in a whipping motion so fierce the air before his knuckles whined and popped.

The timing was perfect. It would land on Theron right as his leading foot hit the ground, not giving him the time to dodge even if he wanted it.

But Theron hardly reacted to this, his body twisting in the air. His leg swung out behind him in a wide arc, almost as though he was kicking at someone creeping up on him.

The momentum of the swing of his foot alone was enough to shift him to the side, allowing the air cannon to pass by his chest unimpeded.

He landed smoothly on the same foot he leapt from, his body completing its twist with the very same forward momentum.

His calves flexed, his quads bulging in size as he leapt up and his knee driving toward the head of General Pennel.

Once again, the General was surprised. As powerful as the air cannons his fists formed were, his raw power was even greater if it collided. He didn't know why Theron would attack like this at all.

It was one surprise after another. One had hardly dimmed down before another one formed.

Right at that moment, the General was certain that he sensed an Echo. But he wasn't sure what use one could possibly have when there was no Mana to make use of…

Until he tried to slam a fist against Theron's chest and hit nothing but air as he suddenly flipped over his head.

Theron's trajectory changed just the slightest bit again, his leaping knee to the General's face twisting into a somersault overhead.

He landed lightly behind the still-punching General, crouching into a sweeping leg position that slammed into the side of General Pennel's ankle.

Not once did Theron consider that his body might not be strong enough to knock the General off of his feet. Battle was all about a game of leverage, speed, and balance.

And right now, the General was unbalanced.

BANG!

Theron winced as the feeling of his heel slamming against steel practically bubbled through him like hot, boiling lava.

But the feeling and the result were two different things.

Swung off his feet, the General found the world spinning around him.

BANG!

By the time the General landed on his side, Theron was already up, having raised a leg high into the skies and slamming down an ax kick. For the first time, he got the slightest hint of breathing room and used it to summon his dagger and short sword.

The air shifted and a chilling intent filled it. The temperature plummeted and goosebumps rolled across the skins of the two women. It didn't feel like they were watching a normal battle at all anymore.

BANG!

The General rolled out of the way of Theron's ax kick, but Theron's blades were already in his hands at this point. He took a step forward, slashing out in one combination after another, relentless in his fluidity and sharp in his intent.

It was clear by the third combo that the General wasn't a fist master and didn't have his weapon to take out in the first place. Being forced to retreat again and again, Theron unwilling to release the upper hand from his control, the General only found himself becoming more and more surprised.

Was this boy really trying to kill him?

Matching those chilling blue eyes with his own cold gaze, the General seemed to realize something right then…

Theron was asking himself the very same question.

And if the answer for the General happened to be yes…

Then he wouldn't hesitate to slay him where he stood.