CHAPTER 00020
As Kitzimo finally raised his fists, seemingly tired of beating the young adventurer, he teleported away, almost immediately collapsing to the ground, unconscious himself from the intense battle he just waged.
Akar, barely alive, rolled onto his side to spot Kitzimo's body on the floor. Using his swords to help him up, Akar limped over towards the sleeping mobster, raising his swords high. As he cut down, despite the fact that he successfully slashed through his enemy, his lack of energy meant it wasn't a very meaningful attack.
Plus, now Kitzimo was back up and energetic.
Knowing he couldn't take any more hits, Akar did everything he could to evade the next wave of the mobster's attacks, brutally fighting the vicious pain that he endured simultaneously. It of course didn't help that he was fighting a losing battle by far. Every swing Kitzimo took was detrimental to Akar's strength.
Despite the fact he was riding the brink of life and death, Akar's cognition picked up on something. As Kitzimo teleported around him at different angles, his movements appeared to follow a pattern.
It seemed he would always return to the previous spot before teleporting again, meaning that all he had to do was train himself on that point, focusing his attack timing and strength there. It would be quite difficult, though, in the place he was in currently.
It was worth a shot, though. As the mob man flashed around him speedily, Akar kept his focus trained on the original spot. Finally, as Kitzimo began to slow his teleports, Akar struck.
Jumping up despite the injured state he was in, Akar flung himself towards the spot, sword in hand, and made contact just as Kitzimo stopped there. With an audible shout and intense force, Kitzimo flew down to the ground with Akar, the swordsman removing his blade once they landed.
As Akar rose, regardless of his weakened physique, he couldn't help but laugh. "So this is how you decide to go out," he said. "Outsmarted by the runt again?" Raising his blade to deliver the final blow, Kitzimo's slow moving hand stopped him mid-swing.
Raising his trembling arm, the mobster quickly swung it to the side, and in an instant, the blade that Akar was to use to complete the job was shattered into bits.