Dimensional Descent

"Your ability isn't bad, big chested beauty. Did we strike a nerve?"

Sael's ability wasn't one that was publicly known. It was often difficult to tell what a person's ability was unless it was far too outside the norm. Something like the combination of techniques Sael had just used were most definitely too out there to not be an ability.

Her eye technique, especially, made Aphestus quite serious despite the grin on his face. She had only landed two of those tattoos on him, but just those two was enough to cut his Force circulation down by 20%. Whether it was his Force control or output, it all took a hit.

Beyond that, Aphestus' instincts also told him that landing these tattoos also allowed Saels to see through his Force circulation as well, as though she had a connection to them. While her tattoos were hindering his Force circulation, she could sense this flow and predict his next action based on this.

It was truly a fearsome ability, indeed worthy of coming from a top disciple of Valiant Hall. In fact, if it wasn't for the lack of destructive ability, Aphestus would feel that this ability was even better than Raylion's. If Aphestus was honest, Sael's ability might even be at a higher evolutionary stage than Raylion's too.

But, there was a difference between Sael and Raylion…

Aphestus grinned a toothy grin when Sael didn't respond.

"I guess it's about time I get serious. It's a shame, big chested beauty… You would think you would have realized by now that a fancier ability doesn't necessarily make you more powerful."

At that moment, the change to Aphestus' eyes set, his eyes glowing with a radiant yellow as the sun continued to set.

His muscles wiggled and writhed, seemingly intent on bursting out from Aphestus' tanned layer of skin.

If Sael's ability made her a radiant diamond, Aphestus ability was just a copper coin found by the road side.

Sael could use all these beautiful tattoos and flower petals. As for Aphestus, his ability was known simply from its title: Beast Mimicry.

[Author's note: stay away Kiba]

Aphestus could copy the physique of any beast he consumed the meat of into a humanoid figure. It allowed him their agility, their flexibility, their strength and their instincts all in a human form.

Of course, he could do this with beasts only powerful to a certain limit. Or, rather, the more powerful the beast, the more of its meat he would need. Even a lower level beast would need tens of carcasses for him to devour.

didn't. Rather, there was just one beast he liked to consume. One of the

The Black Patterned Jaguar.

canines grew, his

Sael's pupils constricted.

BANG!

of his sudden movement blowing the vines that had

he appeared before

Sael countered the punch of his dagger, aiming for his head. She didn't block in the slightest. She directly pitted her determination against Aphestus' as though she couldn't sense

Aphestus was dauntless. Mid-flight, his shoulder dropped and his neck

realized that if the trajectory of her punch were to continue, she would mere take a small chunk

retreating instantly. But it was then that her irises rotated by yet another petal. This was her true goal. As long as this tattoo landed, a 30% decline

instantaneously, Aphestus' strike came to a

though an agile jaguar, his muscles flexed all at once, his

that Sael's irises stopped rotating, but there

air to land, making it avoidable. And, if Aphestus was correct, Sael wouldn't be able to

raining down in a combination

landed a heavy foot backward, the blades hovering around her feet cracking the ground. But, at that moment,

and reposition herself for a counter,

them, his daggers sweeping across and causing arcs of

her gaze flashing with anger when she realized that Aphestus almost ripped her chest band in two. Was he still

the next instant she winced, feeling a deep slice run through her

Gersan roared

she suffered a second, then a third. As though a beast cornering their prey, Aphestus' gaze bore down, he stalked forward, her momentum increasing and his

body became a lethal killing machine. His close combat ability was off the charts. His reaction time,

arms and feet simultaneously. A single one of his strikes could sever a vine and counter her blade infused punches. A

reversal was near instantaneous, and it only occurred to a

experts, this

pushed nearer to the end of the arena, her hatred brimming forth so fiercely that unshed tears brimmed at her eyes. However, what did fall wasn't those tears, but rather the blood