Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 492  Knee

Words could not begin to describe the intensity of Gerald's anger. He wanted nothing more than to rip Atticus to shreds; he just wanted to protect his little brother.

Gerald knew his brother was far from perfect; he knew he was filled with issues. Gerald had lost count of the number of times he had seen the small boy torture guards and maids back in their sector.

He was a psycho and had gotten him out of many troublesome situations.

But despite this, it didn't diminish his love for his little brother. He was family.

Gerald had never cared about fighting for the position of the family head or becoming the heir. Despite the fact that many elders of the family were trying to create a divide and induce a fight between them, he had always ignored them, just wanting to enjoy his relaxed life with family, especially his brother.

However, now, that same brother was brutally getting pummeled from every direction. He couldn't have that.

Gerald surged forward, his entire being bathed in a radiant crimson glow as he unleashed the secret art of Stellaris; Red Sun.

Like a shooting star streaking through the heavens, he tore through the ranks of bewildered Stellaris youths, bridging the distance between them in an instant.

"ATTICUS!!" Gerald bellowed, his seething voice cutting through the battlefield with intensity.

However, the one who the entirety of his rage was directed at didn't seem to register his existence. It was as though Gerald was a madman, screaming at no one in particular. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The rain of brutal punches and devastating kicks didn't stop for even one second, a macabre shower of crimson blood painting the sky.

"AHHHHHHH!"

With a deafening roar, Gerald's cry pierced the skies, the red glow enveloping his form pulsating with newfound intensity. As the glow intensified, the sun's rays seemed to dance with renewed vigor, casting a scorching radiance upon the battlefield.

His body surged with power, a burst of searing air emanating outward as he prepared to unleash his attack. Yet, before he could act, the frenzied striking that filled the air ceased abruptly.

There was no pause; Gerald hardly had the time to register the sounds of three thunderous booms before a bent knee obscured his entire field of vision.

The brutal cacophony of bone cracking echoed like a war drum, its resounding beat reaching every soul in the vicinity.

As quickly as he had surged forward, Gerald was propelled backward through the ranks of youths, hurtling at supersonic speeds with a force akin to a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

…

The squelching sound of a spear being pulled from a neck sounded, followed by the brutal thud of a lifeless body landing on the floor.

The head of a girl with Snow White hair suddenly snapped towards the north, her gaze narrowing.

The earth was littered with the frozen bodies of the fallen warriors of the bone race, each of their necks pierced. An intense chillingness seemed to settle in the area as though it were a deep freezer.

The sound of a boy with equally white hair approaching the girl, his gaze also focused on the north.

"Do you think it's him?" The boy spoke, the girl responding with a simple nod after a second.

A small smile spread across the boy's face. "Only he can be that extreme. My bet, if he isn't the one exactly, he'll have something to do with it."

"Should we check it out?" The boy turned towards the girl and asked.

They were none other than Ember and Orion.

Ember didn't utter anything for a few moments, her gaze focused towards the north.

With a simple nod, she suddenly flicked her spear to the side and dashed into the forest at fast speed.

"Let's go see what that troublesome cousin of ours is up to,"

Seeing as Ember had no intention of stopping, a wave of air enveloped Orion's body, his figure zooming into the forest.

In another location, deep within the forest, the rapid steps of a brown-haired boy suddenly came to an abrupt stop on a tree branch, his gaze turning towards the north.

This boy had a massive broadsword on his back and three sheathed swords around his waist. It was none other than Kael.

He had long since escaped the bone city and was making his way through the forest.

Kael didn't waste time like Ember and Orion. As soon as he felt the staggering amount of battle intent coming from that direction, his figure blurred as he moved towards the north.

In another location, the bored look on a flawless beauty's face suddenly changed, her head snapping towards the north. She had purple hair, and words wouldn't do justice to describing her beauty. She was none other than Zoey, who was currently sitting on top of a massive Luminous purple dragon.

"Are you sure, Lumi?" She inwardly asked.

"100%."

Receiving her answer, Zoey manipulated the dragon avatar and instantly shot towards the north.

The battlefield seemed to grow quiet, the coliseum where millions of people watched the screen growing even quieter.

The gazes of the remaining Stellaris family youths landed on Atticus, each of their hearts skipping a beat.

Gerald had been in the advanced+ rank, and aside from that, he had used their family's secret art. There was no one amongst them who didn't know how powerful that art was; it was being guarded closely for a reason.

And yet, all it took was one blow and less than a second?

"B-br-rother,"

The desperate cries of Seraphin sounded, followed by the sound of him gasping for breath.

Both his arms reached upward to his neck, struggling and trying to get out of the vice grip he was in.

Seraphin could hardly see his tormentor, the cause of everything, but many would claim he was lucky.

Unfortunately for the rest of the students in the area, especially the Stellaris family youths, they could see him clearly.

Atticus appeared suspended in the air, floating upwards by some invisible force that none of them seemed to be able to see.

 His left hand held Seraphin on the neck tightly as though he were nothing more than a rag doll.

There was not a single speck of fire that enveloped him, but many would claim that he felt even more searing.

Atticus's right hand flickered to the side, a gleaming sword appearing in his hand.