Mutant awakening: My evolution knows no bounds

Chapter 162 Silas VS Ozivox

"This is no mere pet," Ozivox said coldly. His voice carried an eerie finality. "It is a part of me. I am one of the few generals who have mastered the art of mutant taming. Once you reach my level, a single touch can bond a mutant to you forever. Wing Razor has been with me for years — our souls are connected."

He raised his axe, the blade glinting under the pale light. His eyes gleamed with a dark confidence, reflecting his unwavering belief in his power. "But since you want a fair fight, I'll grant it. At least now, you'll have no excuse when I crush you."

Ozivox advanced, each step measured and deliberate. The ground beneath his feet seemed to groan under his weight. His fingers tightened around the axe handle, the leather grip creaking in response. The air grew colder, a biting chill that seeped into the skin. The wind whispered of the violence that was about to be unleashed.

Then, in a sudden burst, Ozivox dashed forward at a speed that defied belief. The shift was instantaneous, like a blur streaking across the battlefield. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Silas, his battle axe slicing forward with brutal intent.

The blade cut through the air with a whistle, and the sheer force behind the swing radiated outwards. Silas felt the danger crawling up his spine and barely managed to react in time. He shifted his body to the side, the axe missing him by the width of a hair.

As the deadly arc passed harmlessly by, Silas seized the opportunity. He gritted his teeth and swung his scythe with all the strength he could muster, aiming directly for Ozivox's exposed side.

But before the scythe could land its blow, Ozivox leaped backward with inhuman grace. Silas's scythe sliced through empty space, the blade humming in frustration.

"You are slow! Slow and weak!" Ozivox's voice dripped with disdain. His eyes burned with a cold, cruel fire. He lunged again, closing the distance in a heartbeat. The axe swung toward Silas with terrifying speed.

The sudden ferocity of the attack caught Silas off guard. At the last possible moment, he lifted his scythe, the blade angled defensively.

CLANG!

The impact of axe against scythe echoed like a thunderclap. The force drove Silas backward, his feet digging trenches into the dirt. His arms strained against the pressure, his muscles screaming in protest. Before he could recover, Ozivox was already in motion.

SLASH!

The clones shook, their gazes wild with panic. In their minds, they saw Ozivox closing in, his axe poised for the kill. One by one, the hallucinations became real to them. They froze, unable to escape as Ozivox unleashed blasts of deadly lasers.

The clones disintegrated, each one wiped out with cold efficiency. In less than a minute, they were gone. Ozivox lowered his arms, his gaze shifting to where Silas had stood. But the spot was empty.

"Where did that little brat go?" Ozivox growled, his eyes sweeping the battlefield. His gaze flickered with frustration as he scanned every shadow.

A whisper of movement behind him caught his attention too late.

Silas emerged, his right fist clenched and glowing with brilliant blue energy. The power swirled around his hand, crackling like a miniature storm.

[Active Skill: Soul Jab has been activated.]

The energy surged brighter, the glow searing through the air. Silas's fist shot forward, propelled by pure determination.

BAM!

The punch connected with Ozivox's back, a shockwave rippling out from the impact. Ozivox roared, his body jolting forward as pain exploded through him.

Silas didn't hesitate. He dashed around to Ozivox's front, his eyes locked onto his target. His fist shot out again, smashing into Ozivox's head with a bone-crunching thud. The force drove Ozivox back, his feet skidding over the dirt.

Silas pressed on, his heart pounding. He closed the gap once more, his fist a blur as it collided with Ozivox's skull. The impact sent Ozivox staggering, his body struggling to stay upright.

Silas's fists stayed ready, his breath ragged. This fight was far from over.