Just as the other three Alturixes moved, Freeta rocketed herself towards her opponents, aiming the gap between them as her shadow lengthened in the space of a breath.
Plumes of crimson fire flared up from her eerie shade, their heat warming Mùndò’s face-despite the considerable distance separating them—as they shrouded the flabbergasted Alt who couldn’t put any defense before their screams pierced the afternoon sky.
A pungent scent of cooked flesh and dried blood remained after the shrieks died away.
When the fire alt removed her dreadful flames, her foes thudded on the ground, exhaling a breath of turbid smoke as they fainted, their flesh scorched black like their fur.
“Done!” Freeta exclaimed as she dusted the non-existent dirt on her hands with a smug face.
She didn’t even spared a glance to the defeated foes she critically injured in the space of a few seconds.
The belligerents’ eyes widened, from her opponents to her Trainer himself.
How?
How could she insta-defeat two seasoned-not even mention more than twice her age—Alturixes so easily?
Has the universe collapsed upon itself, catching them unaware?
The mùkèlako took a cold breath.
Was that the power of a-
Clap-clap! “Hey, you two, aren’t you gonna take back your Alt? They’re still alive, but they’re barely hanging on!” Freeta said to her defeated foes’ Trainers with a double clap of her hands.
This pulled everyone out of their reverie, as their bodies quickly burst with carmine energy, enwrapping their charcoaled Trainees who disappeared within their selves.
A bewildered Mùndò stammered, “Gr-great job, babe!” while Halci uttered similar congratulations as well.
Jerking her face back to her Trainer, she confidently said, “Thanks! You haven’t seen anything yet!”
“I haven’t done anything yet…” grumbled the Electric Alt who definitely understood the chasm between her and him.
Chasm he’ll likely be unable to solve as long as she was alone while he wasn’t…
The billboard gave her team one point as Halci picked up the lack of confidence her Alt felt.
She had to do something about this when a voice rang across her head, “Contestants eighty-eight and eighty-nine won the first bout. Should they win the second bout, they will move on the second round. The second bout will start in sixty seconds … fifty-nine seconds…”
She ignored the robotic statement and said, “Pee-pee, honey don’t worry, you’ll shine on the next round. You’ll put the therapy enhancements you’ve recently made to good use. Miss Freeta, could you let at least one Alt for my baby to fry as well? It’s a doubles match, after all…” she said.
Freeta’s eyes darted towards her trainer who promptly nodded. “Okay! But do it quickly! We shouldn’t waste any more time than necessary!” she said to her gilded partner who rolled his eyes.
Shit! He just sulked a little bit!
Why did this damn Trainer of his say that shit like that?
It made her look like she was his Spark instead of his mate!
But deep down, he kinda liked the affection and his dignity she tried to protect…
How could he disappoint her? “Definitely!” He arrogantly replied.
Without a doubt, their words were ill received by their opponents who gritted their teeth.
But how could they manage to defeat that monstrous crimson Alturix?
They had no choice but to release their next Trainees who emerged out of an immaculate light.
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This time the young black man checked the female Roland’ Alt.
A scrutinizing grey gaze stood under a lime bowl-cut hair.
His raised pointy nose as well as his lime arms folded behind his back provided an air of nigh-ethereal calmness around his gangly self.
Was this light green guy a wood type?
If so, he’ll be in a world of trouble…
Well, time to find out…
(Level (i): 90) ~General Information~ (Next Level (i): 13%)
[Species (i): Tavor] TÈMÈNÈ (i): { Level 8 -^100%^} [Type: Poison(i)]
[Sex (i): Male] WÙSÙ (i): {Level 8 -^100%^} [Rank (i): 1st Grade Alturix]
[Given Name: Belien] ÉWOLÈ (i): { Level 8 -^100%^} [Height: 8.79 ft]
ÉLÈKU (i): {Level 8} [Weight: 289 lbs]
[Birthplace: Lutiemme Forest] [Age: 13 (Born: 10th day of the year 6386 CE )]
~Status (i)~
Normal (Awake)
~ Ngùdis Bwindèa (i)~
1° |Energy Detection (i)| ** Permanently Active **
2 °|Enhanced Tèmènè (i)| ** Permanently Active **
3 °|Enhanced Wùsù Control (i)| ** Permanently Active **
4 °|Enhanced Éwolè (i)| ** Permanently Active **
5 °|Enhanced Élèkù (i)| ** Permanently Active **
6 °|Night Vision (i)| ** Permanently Active **
~ Inherited Ngùdis (i)~
1 °|Claw Mastery (i) (Level 66/Next level: 61%)| [Kàmba Ngùdi (i)]
** Inactive **
| Cost: Varies according to time length and intensity|
| Current Cost per Intensity (i): 0% of Total Éwolè every second|
Activated: 6470 Times
2 °|Shadow Poison Mastery 1st Grade (i) (Level 63/Next level: 98%)|[Kàmba Ngùdi (i)]
** Inactive **
| Cost: Varies according to time length and intensity|
| Current Cost per Intensity (i): 0% of Total Wùsù every second|
Activated: 4002 Times
Mùndò’s eyes widened a bit.
A poison type?
And even stronger than the last one?
He smirked.
So they decided to use the strategy of throw the weaker ones first, then the stronger ones afterward?
This was the complete opposite of theirs!
But what could petty tactics achieve before the might of absolute power?
Nothing!
And they would soon find out why…
Withdrawing his gaze away from this poison Alt, he focused on his female partner.
She was the female version of Halci’s water Alt, except she had jet-black hair tumbling over her shoulders.
Her navy eyes narrowed into slits, her mien was aggressive as she crossed her arms below her thin but pointy breasts, who mirrored her twiggy but lengthy dick.
Which wasn’t as lengthy as his Freeta.
And certainly not as thick.
However, her limbs were full of mighty sinews, so does that translate into anything meaning- no, threatening?
(Level (i): 88) ~General Information~ (Next Level (i): 98%)
[Species (i): Tavor] TÈMÈNÈ (i): {Level 8 -^100%^} [Type: Water (i)]
[Sex (i): Female] WÙSÙ (i): {Level 8 -^100%^} [Rank (i): 1st Grade Alturix]
[Given Name: Lixia] ÉWOLÈ (i): {Level 8 -^100%^} [Height: 8.9 ft]
ÉLÈKU (i): {Level 8 } [Weight: 340 lbs]
[Birthplace: Delcifem Grand Lake] [Age: 12 (Born: 378th day of the year 6387 CE )]
~Status (i)~
Normal (Awake)
~ Ngùdis Bwindèa (i)~
1° |Energy Detection (i)| ** Permanently Active **
2 °|Enhanced Tèmènè (i)| ** Permanently Active **
3 °|Enhanced Wùsù Control (i)| ** Permanently Active **
4 °|Enhanced Éwolè (i)| ** Permanently Active **
5 °|Enhanced Élèkù (i)| ** Permanently Active **
6 °|Night Vision (i)| ** Permanently Active **
~ Inherited Ngùdis (i)~
1 °|Claw Mastery (i) (Level 62/Next level: 22%)| [Kàmba Ngùdi (i)]
** Inactive **
| Cost: Varies according to time length and intensity|
| Current Cost per Intensity (i): 0% of Total Éwolè every second|
Activated: 8329 Times
2 °|Shadow Water Mastery 1st Grade (i) (Level 64/Next level: 91%)|[Kàmba Ngùdi (i)]
** Inactive **
| Cost: Varies according to time length and intensity|
| Current Cost per Intensity (i): 0% of Total Wùsù every second|
Activated: 9637 Times
Heh…
She does have something…
But it was clear that she wasn’t that talented if one were to compare her ngùdi activations per level.
Then again, he was comparing everyone against his insanely prodigious Alturix, so maybe Lixia was quite talented for her age, and pitting her against someone thrice as young as her wouldn’t necessarily be fair to her…
And she celebrated her birthday today!
Though it would end in a miserable defeat for her and her Trainer as their parting gift!
As a wry smile drew on the corners of his mouth, a monotonous sound blared across his ears, “Contestants, the second bout will begin in five … four … three … two … one… Ready? Fight!”