Chapter 610: 610. I’m No Cheater! Because I Get It From Following My Desires!
The silence of the chamber didn’t just break; it was annihilated.
With a roar that sounded like the earth itself was being torn in half, Gorvasha lunged. She was a blur of crimson fury, her movement so explosive that the stone floor beneath her disintegrated into fine powder.
She didn’t just run; she propelled herself with localized tectonic bursts, closing the distance in a heartbeat.
BOOM!
Her fist, reinforced by jagged bone spurs and wreathed in a halo of molten heat, slammed into Rex’s raised gauntlet. The impact was a physical shockwave that sent a ripple through the very air, blowing back the smoke and dust in a perfect circle.
"Is that all, Queenie?" Rex grinned, his eyes dancing with a sadistic delight as he absorbed the blow. "You’ve got the fire, but you’re still fighting like a beast instead of a queen!"
"Shut your fucking mouth, Lustful Villain!" Gorvasha screamed, her voice a tectonic grind. "I will tear that arrogance from your very soul!"
She didn’t wait for a rebuttal. She unleashed a barrage of strikes, her fists becoming a rhythmic percussion of destruction.
CRACK! THUD! BOOM!
Each punch was backed by the weight of a mountain, her red-hot skin leaving trails of glowing embers in the air. Rex met her ferocity with a terrifying, calculated grace.
He wasn’t just blocking; he was parrying her kinetic energy, redirecting her massive force back into the ground to create secondary tremors.
CLANG! CRACK!
The sound of bone meeting obsidian gauntlet was like a hammer hitting an anvil. Rex suddenly pivoted, his hand catching her wrist with a grip of iron.
"Too slow!" he taunted.
He channeled his Earth Sovereign authority, and the ground beneath Gorvasha’s feet turned into a swirling vortex of jagged stone spikes.
"Die!" she roared, her molten eyes flashing.
She didn’t dodge; she commanded the earth to obey her. The spikes didn’t just rise; they fused with her, becoming an armor of jagged granite that she wore like a second skin.
She swung a massive, stone-encrusted fist at Rex’s head.
Rex didn’t move until the last microsecond. He ducked, the wind from her strike ruffling his hair, and then he drove his fist into her midsection.
The impact was so violent that the air itself seemed to compress, creating a localized sonic boom.
"You’re getting better, Queenie," Rex whispered, his voice cutting through the roar of the battle, "but you’re still just a beautiful disaster!"
"And you... are a goddamn menace!" Gorvasha countered, her aura exploding outward in a massive pulse of crimson energy.
She slammed both palms into the ground, and the entire chamber became a battlefield of magical geometry. Massive pillars of earth erupted from the floor, racing toward Rex like the teeth of a giant, while the ceiling rained down boulders the size of houses.
Rex laughed, a sound of pure, unadulterated joy. He raised his arms, and the very gravity of the room seemed to shift.
"Then let’s see how much this world can take!"
He didn’t just move the earth; he commanded it to dance. With a violent sweep of his arms, he caught the rising pillars and crushed them into dust, then used his telekinesis to whip the debris into a swirling, razor-sharp cyclone of stone.
He launched himself into the center of the storm, a golden god of destruction meeting a crimson goddess of rage.
They collided in the center of the chamber, a whirlwind of fist, bone, and earth. It was a symphony of violence.
Every strike sent tremors upward that made the upper levels of the Underlayer groan in agony. Every magical burst lit the chamber in a strobe light of crimson and gold.
Gorvasha was a whirlwind of savage, primal power, her bone spurs clashing against Rex’s gauntlets like lightning striking a mountain. Rex was a master of controlled devastation, turning her own overwhelming strength against her, using the very ground she stood on to trip, crush, and repel her.
"Come on, Queenie!" Rex shouted over the deafening roar of the clashing elements, his eyes burning with an intense, predatory light. "Show me the limit! Show me why you’re the Queen of the Orcs!"
"I will show you... the end of your world!" Gorvasha bellowed, her body glowing with an incandescent, terrifying light as she prepared a strike that promised to shatter the very foundations of the Underlayer.
The battle had transcended mere combat; it had become a visceral, bloody slaughter of physics. Gorvasha was no longer just fighting; she was a hurricane of crimson meat and jagged bone.
Her rage had reached a fever pitch where her very movements began to tear her own muscles, the sheer pressure of her SSS class aura causing small capillaries in her skin to burst, spraying fine mists of hot, steaming blood into the air like a macabre red rain.
"DIE, YOU ARROGANT BASTARD!" Gorvasha screamed, her voice cracking with the strain of her own power.
She lunged forward, her massive, bone-encrusted fist whistling through the air with enough force to shatter a fortress wall.
But Rex wasn’t there.
He didn’t just dodge; he moved as if he were reading the very script of the universe. His Foresight was active, his eyes perceiving the world in slow motion, seeing the micro twitches in Gorvasha’s muscles before she even committed to the strike.
As her fist neared his face, a mere inch from obliterating him, Rex flicked a finger. A subtle, invisible ripple of Telekinesis caught the air in front of him, a microscopic cushion of force that diverted her momentum just enough.
WHOOSH!
The massive fist grazed past his ear, the sheer wind pressure ruffling his hair, but he remained untouched, looking as calm as a man strolling through a garden.
"Too predictable, Queenie," Rex teased, his voice a cool contrast to the roaring heat of her body.
Enraged by his untouchable nature, Gorvasha unleashed a flurry of savage, bone-shattering blows. She swung her arm in a wide, sweeping arc, her bone spurs acting like serrated blades.
Rex didn’t even break a sweat. He danced through the carnage, his body swaying with a predatory grace.
Every time a strike was about to land, a sudden burst of telekinetic pressure would nudge her arm a fraction of a millimeter to the left, or a sudden shift in the earth’s gravity would tilt her stance just enough to make her miss.
To the observer, it looked like she was fighting a ghost. To Gorvasha, it was pure madness.
She swung a heavy, downward hammer fist, aiming to crush his skull. Rex saw it coming three seconds before it happened.
He didn’t move his body; he simply commanded the air to thicken. The telekinetic density increased instantly, creating a localized "wall" of pressurized atmosphere that slowed her fist to a crawl.
"My turn to play," Rex whispered.
As her fist hung suspended in his invisible grip, Rex drove a heavy, gauntleted knee into her midsection.
CRACK!
The sound was sickening, the unmistakable noise of ribs splintering under the divine weight of his Earth Sovereign power. Gorvasha gasped, a spray of crimson blood erupting from her lips as she was sent skidding backward across the floor, her feet carving deep trenches in the stone.
"You... you fucking... cheater!" Gorvasha roared, clutching her side, her breath coming in ragged, bloody heaves.
The bone spurs on her arms were cracked, and her skin was a map of bruises and lacerations, yet she kept coming. She threw herself at him again, a desperate, suicidal charge, her entire body turned into a living projectile of heat and hate.
Rex just stood there, his hands in his pockets, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, godlike clarity. He watched the trajectory of her blood, the vibration of her footsteps, the very flow of her energy.
He was adapting, evolving his control in real time, turning the entire chamber into an extension of his own nervous system.
"Cheater?" Rex laughed, the sound echoing like thunder in the blood-soaked chamber. "No, Queenie!"
"It’s called mastery!"
"Like I said... you’re not fighting a mere mortal, but a god, and you’re still trying to play by the rules of mortals!" Rex laughed. "Stop trying to hit me... and start trying to survive me!"
