Every strike he parried, every blow he landed came at a great cost. Aion's body ached with fatigue, his muscles screamed for respite, and his senses blurred in a haze of weariness. The weight of the battle bore down upon him, threatening to crush his spirit beneath its unforgiving burden. He was expecting that the fight would be hard, but he didn't think that he would reach his limits so soon.
With each passing moment, Aion's steps grew unsteady, his movements sluggish. The enemy's attacks blurred together, becoming a dizzying whirlwind of motion that threatened to swallow him whole. His body fought to keep up, but the toll of the relentless assault began to take its toll.
Still, all of a sudden, he recovered and then punched just one enemy… Aion channeled his fury into a single devastating punch. His clenched fist surged forward, propelled by a surge of raw power that defied the odds. It connected with a resounding impact, striking true against the enemy before him.
The force of the blow rippled through the enemy's body, its impact reverberating like a shockwave. In a moment of glorious retribution, the targeted enemy careened backward, crashing into the midst of its fellow clones with unstoppable momentum.
The domino effect took hold as the colliding bodies set off a chain reaction. One by one, the enemy clones were thrown off balance, their assault interrupted as they stumbled and faltered under the unexpected impact. The once-unrelenting barrage of attacks faltered, giving Aion a precious moment of respite amidst the chaos.
"You must be retarded by splitting your power into numerous copies," Aion said. "Wait, no. You are just a coward who is too afraid to face me directly. You probably know the result already and want to think of ways to counter my skills somehow."
Vangel's eyes narrowed as he observed Aion's display of strength and determination. His gaze, cold and calculating, studied the aftermath of Aion's decisive blow against his clones. Though Aion's actions had disrupted their assault, Vangel's resolve remained unyielding.
Ignoring Aion's words, Vangel seemed lost in thought, contemplating the implications of Aion's display of power. His mind churned with calculations and strategies, seeking to decipher the underlying principles that had enabled Aion to shatter his formation. His serious eyes scanned the battlefield, dissecting the intricacies of the situation.
A flicker of recognition crossed Vangel's face as he pieced together the puzzle before him. Behind his impassive facade, a spark of admiration ignited. He acknowledged the audacity of Aion's defiance, the resilience that had propelled him to strike back against insurmountable odds.
"I suppose you would call that: Timeless Punch, am I right?" Vangel asked. "An attack enhanced in the last moment by the acceleration of time magic… a more direct version of Timeless Slash."
Aion's surprise was palpable as he witnessed Vangel's ability to comprehend the essence of his attack with a single glance. The sudden realization washed over him, leaving a mixture of astonishment and intrigue in its wake.
It was as if Vangel possessed a unique perceptiveness, an acute understanding of the intricacies and nuances of combat. In that brief moment of observation, he had managed to dissect the underlying mechanics of Aion's technique, unraveling the hidden threads that had allowed him to break through the onslaught of clones.
"You did your homework, so what?" Aion asked. "Are you ready to take your balls out of your ass and face me now?"
"Do you kiss your mother with that dirty mouth of yours?" Vangel asked.
Aion's fury surged through his veins, igniting an intense fire within him. The frustration of being outmatched and the weight of his own limitations propelled his anger to new heights. As the flames of his fury burned brighter, he could feel his body quiver with an overwhelming surge of energy.
But amidst the fury, a wave of sickness washed over him, threatening to consume his very being. It was as if the anger had amplified the torment that already resided within him. The sickness intensified, gnawing at his insides, and his vision blurred with a haze of discomfort.
Aion's mind raced, trying to comprehend the source of this increasing sickness. Was it a manifestation of his own frustration, an embodiment of the struggle against an insurmountable adversary? Or was there something deeper at play, a hidden force manipulating his body to weaken his resolve?
"... What did you do with that corpse?" Aion asked.
"You really think that I will answer that?" Vangel smiled, and then his clones resumed their attacks on Aion.
The clones returned, and they moved so fast that Aion could barely see their individual motions. They struck him from all directions, their fists and feet landing blows with incredible speed and force. Aion fought back, his own punches and kicks aimed at repelling the onslaught.
The air around them crackled with the energy of their movements. The clones darted around like streaks of lightning, their attacks coming in rapid succession. Aion dodged and weaved, using his agility to avoid their strikes, but they were relentless in their assault.
Aion's body felt the impact of their blows, each strike sending waves of pain through his muscles. He gritted his teeth and pressed on, refusing to succumb to their speed and ferocity. His determination burned within him, fueling his resolve to withstand their attacks.
"I can't do much until I confirm where those three are… but knowing his piece of shit, he probably has some clones keeping an eye on them as well," Aion thought.
As if that wasn't enough, Vangel still had clones coming and going to the portals… even now, he was harnessing more power. Aion had to do something about that…
"I need to get rid of all of them in a single instant and then get rid of the main one," Aion thought while clenching his fists.
Aion focused his senses to let Inner Release explode. At the same time, he also used the logic behind Timeless Slash in his whole body.
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