Chapter 224 Best Decision
Atticus shifted his focus to the water element, and the air surrounding him became increasingly humid.
Within a 20 meter radius, large water molecules began to materialize, swirling around him at a deliberate pace initially, before accelerating rapidly.
The orbs of water grew in size, swirling at supernatural speeds until they amalgamated into a colossal tide that surrounded Atticus.
It was clear that anyone unfortunate enough to come into contact with this watery onslaught would be torn apart immediately.
The tide of water suddenly condensed around Atticus, effortlessly lifting him into the air.
With relentless force, he shot into the skies, a formidable storm of water in his wake.
The other combatants, including Aurora, Nate, and the Ravenstein youths engaged in the brutal battle below, abruptly shifted their attention skyward.
There, they witnessed Atticus descending from the skies, surrounded by a turbulent vortex of water.
"Not this again!" Aurora suddenly exclaimed in frustration, the rest of the youths all sharing her sentiment.
If this monster joined the battle, he'd hoard all the beasts for himself!
But Atticus completely ignored them as he plummeted from the skies, landing far away from the other youths, in the middle of the wave of monsters with a resounding,
BOOM!
The surging tide of water moved with extreme circular speed, an unstoppable force that instantly obliterated any beast unfortunate enough to make contact.
The impact painted the battleground with mincemeat, blood, and the shattered remains of the beast.
Who said water couldn't be an offensive element?
Multiple surges of swirling water suddenly manifested around him, surrounding him from all sides.
Each surge swirled with an escalating intensity, expanding in both size and height until they reached a staggering 20 meters in diameter.
These towering water tornadoes, akin to colossal funnels, each spun with an unmatched vigor. They were propelled by such force, that they generated a whirling air current around each of their forms, heightening their lethality.
With a mere thought, Atticus set each of the swirling waters into perpetual cycles around him, rapidly increasing in width with every passing second.
The torrents of water spiraled with unprecedented speed, their ferocious waves mercilessly tearing through any unfortunate beasts that dared to make contact.
The army of beasts was decimated at an unreal rate, thousands being killed in an instant, their forms reduced to mincemeat.
A profound pause enveloped the entire battlefield as each of the youths gazed at the colossal water tornadoes.
These once clear waters had now turned a deep crimson, stained by the blood of the hundreds of beasts they had mutilated.
Each of them couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.
No matter how many times they witnessed his power, it was always so unbelievable.
Many already had a hard time grappling with the fact that he had multiple elements, but seeing him utilize each one with such mastery was even harder to stomach.
Nate, his entire form covered in earth, cleaved through the horde of beasts, killing multiple creatures every second.
His eyes didn't even move to look at Atticus's decimation, but he could feel it. The metallic scent in the air significantly increased as soon as Atticus had joined the battle.
He suddenly let out a self deprecating chuckle, 'To think I actually considered him my rival,' he thought.
Nate was truly a simple person. His life wasn't complicated; there was only one thing he wanted— his goal, and even that was straightforward.
Become a warrior that he and his parents could be proud of.
This was why he had trained hard from a young age. When he first saw Atticus's strength back at the Raven camp, he had wanted nothing more than to surpass him.
But despite never being the most smartest one in the room, even he had to believe that it was a fool's dream. There was simply no catching up to that monster.
Nate let out another chuckle as he remembered the time he had wanted to challenge Atticus the first time he saw him.
His decision that day to turn back, even now, was the best decision he had ever made in his life.
He simply kept cleaving through the forms of the beasts, not minding the carnage unfolding on the battlefield.
Atticus surveyed the aftermath of his onslaught, his gaze traversing the gruesome scene that stretched before him.
Thousands of beast carcasses lay strewn across the battlefield, a haunting scene of devastation that extended an astounding 100 meters in every direction.
The once clear swirls of water, now transformed into colossal crimson tornadoes, the air heavy with the acrid scent of blood.
The crimson tinged water tornadoes continued to spiral around Atticus, a haunting reminder of the power he wielded over the elements.
'Hmm, there's something missing,' Atticus pondered. Something about the carnage he was currently inflicting seemed off. As though it lacked… feeling.
Atticus had personally killed the beasts the last time he fought, unlike now where he was simply using the swirl of water.
It felt too easy, and it wasn't as fulfilling as before.
With a thought, the swirling water tornadoes each suddenly stopped spinning, their forms immediately falling to the floor, creating a few mini floods of crimson water that swept through the area.
As soon as the water tornadoes blocking each of the beasts from reaching Atticus disappeared, the tsunami of beasts immediately started filling the space.
Like a relentless tide, their numerous forms charged at Atticus from every conceivable direction.
Atticus focused on the water element once again, and immediately large strands of water formed in each of his fingers, their forms elongating until each of them reached 3 meters in length.
Atticus focused once again on the fire element, increasing the temperature of each water strand to staggering levels, also ensuring the water didn't evaporate.
The air seemed to distort around each of the strands in response to the sheer heat.
Then, Atticus turned his cold gaze towards the approaching beasts, and with coiled tension in his legs, Atticus moved.
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