I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 393: Tempest Fury [Part 2]



Northern channeled his essence into the twin-bladed staff and exploded with immense speed, the staff vibrating with intense power.

He cut across several monsters with an immense surge of speed that made him almost unseeable, delivering a series of lightning-fast, horizontal and vertical slashes, each swing accompanied by bursts of void essence that rippled through the air.

Northern continued to dash between different monsters, wreaking chaos amidst them and delivering them to the hands of death each time he advanced towards them.

As his skill reached a crescendo, a massive shockwave broke into the air along with his movements, such that merely passing some of the monsters ripped them to shreds.

He was an unstoppable force of death that the monsters didn't see coming. And he continued to crush all of them in the embrace of the darkness.

He moved with the pattern of a snake sometimes, only that he was swift, faster, and accompanied by a shockwave of energy that threatened to rip even the air apart.

However, the darkness was beginning to fade. Time was not on his side anymore-at least within the darkness.

Noticing that much, he spun Grengar and moved with an even more tremendous surge-as if he was being pushed by the waves of an enormous sea.

His movement became-beyond lightning fast-blinding.

"First subform, Cyclonic Strike"

Northern swiftly spun the twin-bladed staff left and right, cleaving flesh on both sides while running through the line of monsters.

At some points, it became so immense that his weapon looked like a spinning wind cutting through the monsters and severing their flesh in vicious arcs of gore.

As Northern sensed the skill reaching a crescendo, he repeated the second subform.

Again, he burst forward, his speed increased-behind him was a trail of blue light, his eyes flaring with blue lines flowing like luminescent threads in the air.

His face was paler than usual, his focus seemed aloof, and he was gently breathing through his mouth as he moved.

He twirled the weapon around his body as he turned and shot forward with shockwaves that became so powerful that even the ground was being upheaved as he ran across it.

The monsters stood no chance.

And at the activation of the third subform...

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"Whirling Tempest"

Northern completely disappeared from plain sight; nothing could be seen of him. However, the monsters started to burst here and there.

Everything happened in slow motion and seemed instantaneous. Their cores flowed into the air in reckless abandon.

And their limbs were ripped apart by the force of the wind alone.

When Northern reappeared, he was covered in dark and green blood. His helmet exuded four blue lights.

He was like a horned devil, a nightmare of monsters. With a steamy breath from his mouth, he turned, spinning the twin-bladed staff.

"Fourth subform..."

The ground and the air trembled as he spoke. But the darkness was slowly dissipating.

The majority of the monsters were dead and the ones that were alive were not far from the claws of death also- at least, they could now see, albeit slightly.

"Edge"

Northern's legs moved forward with a series of intricate footwork patterns. He was walking towards the monsters that were left but all of a sudden, he was not walking anymore.

Utilizing Chaos Step and Velocity Dash, he moved with blinding speed. As he maneuvered, he struck with Grengar in precise, calculated thrusts and slashes, each movement flowing seamlessly into the next.

He broke into several patterns that linked into each other and made him break out attacks from multiple angles, striking the monsters with powerful force.

Making them fly away like ragdolls every time Grengar connected.

The speed and precision of the attacks made it absolutely impossible for the monsters to defend or counter-even an intelligent being would have found it very difficult to defend or counter.

Additionally, each strike carried a fragment of the black lance effect. Every time Northern struck, the air exploded with enough force to shatter the monster's entire body.

Some escaped the explosion and were just thrown away with a shattered limb, a hole in the belly, or a shattered head.

But none of them escaped alive.

And as the darkness slowly crept away to reveal the usual night.

Northern stopped in his tracks and lowered his head. The Night Terror armor hummed with a silent but vicious blue and black aura.

Northern's voice resonated with power as he called softly.

"Second Chaos Art, TEMPEST FURY"

The air around him crackled with energy, dark tendrils of void essence intertwining with

streaks of electric blue.

Grengar hummed in his grip, its twin blades vibrating with anticipation.

In an instant, Northern became a maelstrom of destruction.

His form blurred, leaving afterimages in his wake as he tore through the remaining monsters.

Each movement was a symphony of death, perfectly choreographed and executed with inhuman precision.

The first monster, a hulking beast with multiple arms and eyes, didn't even have time to react. Grengar's blades sang through the air, carving intricate patterns across the creature's hide.

Dark ichor sprayed in arcs, suspended momentarily in the air before being vaporized by the sheer force of Northern's attacks.

Northern pivoted, his four visors flashing with that eerie blue light.

He spotted a group of winged monstrosities descending upon him, their talons outstretched

and maws gaping.

The twin-bladed staff became a whirlwind in his hands.

Northern leapt, spinning in midair as he ascended to meet the flying creatures.

Grengar's blades left trails of void essence in their wake, forming a deadly vortex that

shredded wings and severed limbs.

Shrieks of pain and terror filled the air, cut short as Northern's relentless assault continued.

As he landed, another massive, serpentine creature-but with a single head-lunged at him, its fangs wide open to sever the bonds between Northern's limbs.

But Northern was already moving. He rolled beneath the monster's strike, Grengar flashing out to slice through the creature's underbelly.

In one fluid motion, he was on his feet again, spinning to face the wounded monster.

The serpent's eyes widened in shock and pain, but Northern was already on the move again. He dashed forward, Grengar leading the way.

The staff's blades bit deep into the creature's flesh, each strike accompanied by bursts of chaotic energy that tore through muscle and bone.

With a final, devastating thrust, Northern drove Grengar through the serpent's skull.

The beast's death throes sent tremors through the ground, but Northern was already moving

on to his next target.

The remaining monsters, by now, had already registered how destructive this battle was beginning to be for them.

They were supposed to be incarnates of destruction, nightmares, created to wreak nothing

but havoc. Instead, they were the ones being wreaked by havoc on two legs, a nightmare born

out of chaos.

They turned and began to run for their lives.

'What a sight...'

Northern did not allow them to escape. He poured more of his essence into his ability and

used Sonic Surge, pushing the ability to its limits.

The air around him began to distort, reality itself seeming to warp in the face of such

concentrated chaos.

Northern's movements became even faster, defying the laws of physics.

He seemed to be everywhere at once, striking from impossible angles and with impossible

force.

A group of smaller, agile creatures tried to flee, scampering over the broken terrain. Northern's eyes narrowed, focusing on their retreating forms.

In a heartbeat, he was among them. Grengar whirled in his hands, each strike precise and

lethal.

Limbs flew, bodies crumpled, and within seconds, the group was reduced to a pile of

twitching corpses.

As the last monster fell, Northern paused, his chest heaving with exertion.

The battlefield had become a scene of utter carnage.

Bodies of various shapes and sizes littered the ground, their blood staining the earth.

The air was thick with the stench of death and the lingering traces of void essence.