Building An Empire Starting From The Labor Camp In Exile-Chapter 270: Sad Sun

Without moving, he made the space around him scorching hot, and his hand snapped out to grip Thrain’s hand. He twisted it sharply. "How do I get it away from you?"

But instead of Thrain struggling to get away from him, he actually gripped Atrox’s hand in return and drew him close. "Do you think you are the only one that can punch?"

His armor lit up with green light as he sucked power from the earth beneath him. The force gripping Atrox increased, and he felt as if his bones were getting crushed.

In retaliation, he added more essence into his body, and the two began to crush each other’s hands in a show of force. The ground cracked around them, and a crater formed.

"Oh? This technique actually puts your powers equal to mine, but can you keep this up?"

As if a floodgate had opened in Atrox, his body suddenly lit up in red light. The clothes he was wearing burned away into ashes. It had been a while since he had generated enough power to burn his fire-resistant clothes into ashes.

His skin had turned red like burning copper, and the veins beneath were boldly outlined with red light as if lava was flowing instead of blood.

"Is it really equal?" Atrox shouted, and then he punched his brother with all his strength, right in the face.

Bam!

It was a normal punch without using any technique, but it still generated a beam of light that flashed together with the punch. Thrain was lifted off the ground, and his helmet cracked as he was sent hurling off in a blast.

Atrox heard a roar above him as Terrix shouted, but he paid the man no attention. Pomora would deal with him. Instead, he walked toward where his brother was sitting up.

Thrain touched his face in shock. The front side of his helmet was twisted off, and his cheek was red where the fire punch had flashed him.

But it wasn’t the pain or the punch that stunned him. It was the fact that his helmet had actually cracked. "This... this has never happened before."

"Good. What I want to show you is overwhelming power, Thrain. I want you to know that you are nothing. Haven’t you noticed? You are fighting with a powerful artifact, and here I am facing you with nothing but my fists and fire. How does that make you feel?"

Shock was written on Thrain’s face. He looked as if he was going to pass out just from the amount of shock that ran through him. His face crumbled, and he shook his head in denial. "No! You can’t be that powerful! It’s impossible!"

Atrox raised his hand, and fire condensed into a red orb. He threw the fireball up into the air and created another one, then another, and another.

It was as if he had put the sun inside his body as he flashed with power. The ground beneath him cracked, melted, and began to run with red fluid.

Atrox was trying to create his technique, binding his massive power together to create a single attack, but he paused and just let the orbs float in front of him like a halo.

"You don’t deserve to be killed easily," Atrox said.

It should be remembered that when Atrox entered his tower, there was likely no one in the Errant Rank who could hold him down. Even as a simple Knight Rank, he had battled Master Knights with the tower.

"You’d be dead if I chose the tower, but I want a slow death for you!" Without another word, Atrox shot forward like lightning.

Thrain created walls of stone between them. Spikes jutted from the ground, rippling like spines. Atrox didn’t dodge; he smashed through them all, his fist swinging as he smacked the spikes away from himself.

Then he was standing in front of Thrain. At first, he didn’t make any moves. He just let the blinding heat wash over the man, burning the air he was breathing away.

Thrain’s expression twisted. He had never been in this situation before, forced and cornered like that. It made his heart heavy with anger and shame. The humiliation made his face red.

His armor flashed with blue light, and the space around him chilled as he called on the power of ice, but he was standing too close to Atrox, and his ice melted away.

Thrain sneered. "Very well. You have forced me into this, brother. Sad Sun!"

Immediately after he called the name, his body lit up with golden light. His shadow exploded with golden sunlight brilliance.

Atrox tensed and jumped back immediately.

Danger. He had felt danger when that light infused Thrain. ’...Is it because his own power is the light element? Is that why he’s so powerful in it...?’

Thrain stood, and with him, a new sun lit up the night. The sun wasn’t that big. In fact, it was small and only hung above his head like a light spell, but this one shone a rich gold color, and the heat from it was rippling, scorching what remained of the ground.

"Do you think you are the only one who can use up their powers? You fool! Let me tell you the main advantage of this armor! It can store essence! You can feed it essence for as long as you want, draining yourself dry every day and just waiting for the time of use!"

Atrox blinked. "That’s impressive."

Thrain sneered and took a step forward. His body flashed, and that single step was enough to bring him to Atrox’s front. Then he punched him.

It was a super-fast punch—so fast that Atrox’s body moved before his brain caught up. He dodged down and sent a punch to Thrain’s gut, but the man twisted away and lifted his foot for a kick. Atrox jumped back and used his hand like a hook to ram into Thrain’s head.

The two of them had exploded in speed, and their fight had suddenly turned terrifying. A Knight Rank, or an average Errant Knight, wouldn’t be able to keep up.