Chapter 59: Berserker
’Since the change isn’t gonna make me unconscious, yes. I was just waiting for the right moment.’
[Congratulations, Divine Body Reconstruction will begin in a moment.]
[Progress: 1.5%]
[Detected Divinity, Fate Cluster, Extra Souls, Remnants of Super Serum and body reconstruction serum. Detected Emperor of Hell’s Mutation Art.]
[Removing and vaporising impurities, assimilating Amon’s soul and the soul of Emperor of Hell.]
[Converting cosmic and fate energy into system upgrades and boosting effectiveness of Divine Body Reconstruction.]
[Progress: 24%]
All of it happened in an instant, bringing the progress from 1.5% to 24% before slowing down.
Amon exhaled as he took on a boxing stance that he had seen on TV. He was no martial artist and nor did he have much experience when it came to fighting.
"What are you doing?" Muula asked as he took a few steps forward.
"Uh, I don’t know. Just come and hit me bruh."
Muula shrugged and activated his leg muscles as he pressed hard against the floor before shooting forward. The speed didn’t come from agility but from strength.
’Fuuuc-’
Muula’s fist connected to Amon’s face but to his surprise, the D rank newbie stood still like he had barely taken any damage but he couldn’t stop himself from staring at his own health bar that had mysteriously gone down a little.
As for Amon, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.
If one didn’t have any penetration abilities like a marksman’s pierce shot, then going against Amon would be a true nightmare for anyone close to his rank.
He looked at his notifications that said -1! and +1! one after another and chuckled as he looked at Muula.
One’s damage was dependent on their strength stat, dexterity and weapons. There were classes that used other stats for damage but for a berserker, there was no other option.
’His vitality and defence will be high and as his health goes down, his strength will increase. He’ll start as a tank that can’t deal any damage and as time passes and he accumulates damage, his own damage will increase but his defence will stay the same. Heh... this will probably be a long fight.’ Amon thought as he took a step forward and punched Muula right in his stomach.
"God that hurt..." Muula groaned as he grabbed Amon’s shoulders to stop him from moving and flung his head back before going for a powerful headbutt.
Amon blinked twice and shook his head, "No damage... put some power into it."
Muula frowned before going for another headbutt, only to see his health go down instead.
"Why the... what kind of class do you even have? Why am I taking damage when I hit you?" he asked, frowning as he raised his fist up and punched Amon, hitting his nose perfectly.
’Ah fuck, I forgot about critical spots.’ Amon thought as he saw 2 as the damage number instead of 1.
As for Muula, the number’s in his eyes were way higher than what Amon was looking at.
-27!
-26!
Feeling frustrated, he took a look at his own stats.
[Stats]
Health Points: 590
Mana Points: 10
Vitality: 59
Defense: 108
Strength: 11
Agility: 7
Dexterity: 5
Mana: 1
Magic: 1
Amon’s damage reflection did not deal physical or magical damage but True Damage. True damage ignored defences completely.
"Damn you!" he roared in anger as he took a step back before going for another punch, but this time, he put his whole body into it.
"Arrrrgh!" he roared as he sent a fist flying towards Amon, who raised his arms to block the hit.
-4!
+4!
’Hmm... I guess it’s not critical hit but just his damage increasing with the loss of health.’ he mused as he retaliated with his own punch.
For the first time, Muulan grinned.
-1!
The numbers in front was finally something he was used to seeing.
’Right, there is no way a D ranker can deal so much damage to me. I have more than a hundred stats in defence after all.’ he thought as he pulled his arm back for another punch.
’He probably had a skill that dealt a lot of damage to me.’
Muula punched forward and hit Amon square in the chest, making him take a step back but the number appearing in his vision confused him even more.
-39!
"Again?!!" he yelled as he went in for another attack.
Amon frowned when he saw Muula rush forward recklessly but he also noticed the whites of his eyes going red.
’Right... berserker’s fury... that annoying passive.’
Out of habit, he sighed. Only to get punched right in the face at the same time.
The damage numbers hit the tens, only to go back to full heath right after.
Muula seemed to have lost his mind as he roared like an animal and began sending a flurry of punches towards Amon, to took them all.
Each hit dealt more and more damage until Muula took a step back, giving Amon a breather. Veins popped up in multiple areas on his body. His chest, arms, neck and even his forehead.
His skin turned a slight shade of red, finally making Amon worry about his own well being.
’Berserker’s Last Stand.... oh fuck my life. Let’s see how this goe-’
Crack
Muula punched forward once again but this time, it looked like his fist almost teleported.
It connected with Amon’s arm, breaking his bone and sending him flying towards the metal cage that shook violently from the impact.
His bone seemed to have pierced through his flesh and showed itself for just a moment before going back to how it originally was.
For the first time, Amon saw his health bar not go back to full.
It was a rare critical hit and it dealt more than 200 damage. As for the healing, it was 165 hp.
His health was still above 1200 and even though his bones healed instantly, the blood that came out for that single moment, stayed outside as it clung to his skin.
Taking a deep breath, he looked at Muula who stood silently at the center of the stage before falling to his knees. His eyes had gone back to normal and his skin colour returned to how it originally was.
’Right... berserkers also have the survivor skill. Welp, atleast he’s alive.’