Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse

Chapter 293: Fangs Of An Overlord, Fists Of A Guildmaster



Her eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms. "What do you mean by that?"

Alister's gaze gleamed, the golden hue of his eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "A wager. If I win, you owe me a favor. No questions asked, no complaints."

Anya's grin returned, "And if I win?"

He tilted his head slightly. "Name your prize."

Her eyes glinted with mischief as she thought for a moment before responding, "If I win, you'll owe me... not just a favor, but you'll fight for my guild as an auxiliary member for a month. No backing out."

Alister chuckled softly, the sound low and amused. "Bold of you to assume you'll win, guildmaster."

"Bold of you to challenge me," she fired back. "So, do we have a deal?"

Alister suddenly seemed to vanish from where he was standing, the next in stand he was standing before Anya, but he had no blood lust show she was sure he didn't want to attack her so she didn't tense up.

Alister extended a hand, a smerk appearing on his face. "Deal."

Anya clasped his hand firmly, her grip as strong as her confidence. "Prepare to lose, Alister." Suddenly Alister and Anya leaped away from each other, creating a massive space between them, alsiter stood befir a completely rusted car of the old world as he relaxed his posture but his mana began radiating an intensity.

"We'll see about that," he said calmly.

"Let's begin."

Suddenly Alister's mana flared even brighter.

The system's voice echoed in his thoughts.

[Draconic Rage skill activated!]

[All ststs have increased by 100%]

Feeling his stats double alsiter thought to himself, 'Normally this alone wouldn't be enough to suppress her... But as long as I use the powers of my crest to also enhance my physical capabilities I will not need to rely on Beserk.'

Anya felt the surge of Alister's power ripple through the air, sending a faint shiver down her spine. She clenched her fists, a grin spreading across her face as she thought, 'How does he keep all this power under wraps? He's the first person I've ever seen capable of such a drastic increase in aura.'

Before she could dwell further...

VOOSH!

Alister vanished from his spot. Her sharp eyes barely caught the blur of his movement before he reappeared directly in front of her, his speed nearly impossible to track. The space between them vanished in an instant.

"Idle chatter won't help you... Guildmaster." he said, his golden eyes locking onto hers with the focus of a predator locking in on their prey.

"If you have time for that, you won't even notice when you lose this little spar."

Anya's instincts flared as she raised her arms to block. The force of Alister's sudden punch strike hit like a shockwave, sending her skidding backward.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

BOOM!

Her boots scraped against the cracked asphalt as she dug her heels in, stopping herself just short of slamming into a rusted lamppost.

'Fast and strong.'

'Just like back then... He's got my blood pumping... Just the way I like it.'

She suddenly grinned wildly as she thought, shaking out her hands from the sting of the impact.

"Not bad," she said, her grin widening as the thrill of battle surged through her.

"But let's see if you can handle this!"

With a burst of mana, Anya lunged forward, her movements a blur as she aimed a flurry of punches toward him. Alister dodged effortlessly, weaving through her attacks with ease.

His eyes darted ast intense speeds as he saw each punch incoming and moved his body sway from them.

"Is it just me? Or are you you holding back?"

"What is this? Do you suddenly care so much afraid of hurting me?"

He said, sidestepping a particularly powerful punch. As he spoke she suddenly tensed up, her cheeks flushed slightly, but then she she shake her head to clear her thoughts.

"Holding back? And now why would I do that?" she said with a slightly annoyed tone.

"Don't insult my intelligence Guildmaster. Your punches are defiantly lighter then when we first classed."

Alister suddenly narrowed his eyes, his reptilian pupils narrowed slightly as he said, "I have no idea what your plan is..."

"And I honestly don't care."

He slowly began walking towards her as he continued talking, "Because in the end... I'll be the winner of our little game."

Anya gritted her teeth, a vain throbbung on her forehead, she tightened her fists as she said, "Seems you've gotten really cocky."

Her mana rose up and been to ragged to violently it seemed like her purple hair was glowing, as her intense mana began pushing objects outward away from her.

The ground beneath her cracked as she released her mana. Dust and debris swirled around them as the intensity of their combined auras clashed, causing the air around them to literally

vibrate.

"Now we're talking," Alister said, his grin matching hers.

Their eyes met, and in a split second, both combatants launched themselves at each other, their clash sending shockwaves rippling across the ruined cityscape.

BOOM!

Anya's fist collided with Alister's open palm as he blocked, the force of the impact sending a shockwave through the air.

The already fractured asphalt beneath them shattered further, cracks spreading like

spiderwebs.

Alister retaliated instantly, twisting around to deliver a swift roundhouse kick aimed at Anya's ribs. She ducked, her purple hair whipping around her face as the wind from his kick

roared past her.

She launched an uppercut, aiming for his jaw, but Alister leaned back just enough to evade her

strike.

WHAM!

He countered with a palm strike to her shoulder, sending her skidding backward into a crumbling wall. Dust and loose bricks rained down around her as she pushed off, her boots crunching against the debris.

"You call that a hit?" she taunted, a feral grin spreading across her face as she lunged at him.

BOOM!

Her punch landed squarely on Alister's forearm as he raised it to block, the force sending small tremors through his arm that nearly affacted him. He shifted his weight, planting his foot firmly before turning his upper body slightly, this time delivering a straight punch aimed at her abdomen.