Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 38 - : BATTLING AGAINST A GOD

Nemesis stood in the arena, Jacob standing across from him.

"The famous Nemesis, happy to learn and cross swords with you," Jacob said, a smile on his face.

"Must you guys talk?" Nemesis complained, his voice extremely tired.

Jacob frowned, finding Nemesis' words very insulting and degrading. "Guess I won't be holding back after all," Jacob muttered.

"You know what my talent is? Child of the Deep. It improves my affinity with water, making water spells I learn stronger and better. When I fight in a waterlogged area, my strength increases manifold. Now tell me, what is your talent?" Jacob asked Nemesis.

Nemesis didn't answer him, only staring at him as if he were staring at a fool.

"Sigh," Jacob exclaimed, veins on his head threatening to burst from his skin. Having had enough of being treated like a fool, Jacob attacked.

"Water Bullet," Jacob said, shaping his hand like a gun, his index finger pointed at Nemesis.

From his index finger, tiny water balls, fast as bullets, shot out. Their speed was frightening, giving the impression that real bullets were being fired. Nemesis swung his sword at the incoming water bullets, slicing them in half and dodging those that couldn't be cut. He swung his hand with great accuracy, wasting no movement, continuing his actions while running closer to Jacob, still keen on ending the fight as soon as possible to get some rest.

Jacob continued firing Water Bullets, hoping one would land, but none did, disappointing him greatly.

Soon, Nemesis arrived in front of Jacob and swung his sword at him.

"Water Shield," Jacob commanded.

A shield made of water appeared, blocking the attack. Nemesis' sword struck the shield and was deflected backward by the force. Jacob, not letting go of the chance, cast another spell.

"Water Spear!"

The spear hurtled towards the unbalanced Nemesis, who dodged it with a close call.

"Hey, are you all swordsmen, or archers, or magicians? Because it's starting to piss me off. Holding a sword, but all you do is cast spell upon spell," Nemesis asked, his voice holding no emotion.

"Can't blame us. A lot of us wish to be swordsmen, but our talent says otherwise, so we tend to just carry a sword as a way of remembering our dreams."

"Oh, I see. So you guys are magicians in the end, playing with swords. How stupid. Just get a bloody wand and be true to yourself," Nemesis said in a way that made Jacob feel like an idiot.

Jacob was getting fed up with Nemesis' attitude, wishing for nothing more than to rip Nemesis apart, limb from limb.

Nemesis, unaware of—or rather, indifferent to—Jacob's growing hatred, steadied himself, regaining his balance. Taking a calm breath, Nemesis continued his attack, striking from several angles in awkward positions that made it hard for Jacob to follow the trajectory of his blade. Jacob would perceive an attack coming from the front, only to receive a stab from the side, losing HP.

"Annoying bastard," Jacob couldn't help but curse, finding his fight with Nemesis extremely difficult.

"Water Shield," Jacob called out, trying to block another attack from Nemesis, but it was futile. The attack changed trajectory at the last second, like a coiling snake, striking the side of Jacob that wasn't protected by the shield.

"Urgh," Jacob groaned as the Water Shield faded away.

After the stab, Nemesis wasn't done. He sent Jacob flying with a brutal kick. Jacob soared some distance before crashing into the ground like a downed airplane.

"Hah... hah... hah..." Jacob's breathing was out of sync, drawing heavy breaths.

"You annoying bastard," Jacob couldn't help but curse. "What sort of fighting technique is that? Are you some son of a hidden family practicing martial arts or what? What annoys me most is that you haven't used a single skill or spell since our battle. Are you trying to humiliate me?" Jacob asked, clearly pissed. He felt like snapping Nemesis' neck and killing the damn brat once and for all.

Nemesis walked slowly toward Jacob.

"If I ever use a skill or spell against you, then you're finished. I promise you, I'm saving all of that for a very special person," Nemesis said, still walking toward Jacob.

"You know what I hate about you the most? That aloof attitude, like everyone is your subject and you're the king. It pisses me off greatly. I feel like killing you badly because of it," Jacob said, standing up.

"You see, recently I gained a pretty good skill that—"

"I don't care where you got it from," Nemesis cut Jacob off.

Jacob stared at Nemesis, disbelief written all over his face. He couldn't believe it. That arrogant prick was at it again. His eyes turned blood red with rage. Jacob utilized the great spell he had been saving.

"Sea Wave!" he shouted, activating the spell.

A massive wave materialized out of nowhere, like the stormy sea itself had been summoned to destroy everything in its path. With great force, the wave crashed into the arena, flooding and crushing everything in its wake.

"Hahaha! Care to talk big now? Come on, say something, arrogant prince of the arrogant," Jacob mocked, reveling in his self-proclaimed victory.

"Not bad," Nemesis said.

Jacob's celebration froze, his face going sour.

"You survived? Without losing a single HP? How?" Jacob asked, bewildered.

He looked at Nemesis, who was flying in the air—two dragon wings could be seen on his back.

"Is that your talent? Dragon Wings? No wonder you never use them; must be an embarrassment. But to think you are this strong with such a shitty talent... Guess there's a reason for your cockiness," Jacob said, standing atop the water as if it were solid, his talent allowing him to do so.

Nemesis didn't correct Jacob's wrong assumption. There was no need to correct a fool—it was just a waste of time.

"You might think you've won. I wasn't able to defeat you with my best skills, but it's not over yet, my friend. Like I told you before, I grow stronger in places with a lot of water, remember? And this arena is now one of those places," Jacob said, a mocking grin etched on his face.

"Water Spears!" he commanded.

Countless spears formed from the surrounding water, pointing toward Nemesis. Jacob controlled them, sending them flying at him.

Nemesis watched the spears approaching, unbothered.

"You asked me a question—why don't I use spells or skills? Well, I see no use for it," Nemesis said, still walking toward Jacob unhurriedly and calmly. "But for your arrogance, I'll show you a bit of what I can do."

The spears were now inches away from him.

"Stop," Nemesis commanded.

A shocking scene followed. Like obedient soldiers, every single water spear stopped in mid-air.

"Need I remind you and everyone else? I'm the god of the creatures of the deep. Water has no choice but to obey my command. It's brilliant that you have an affinity for water, but I don't need an affinity for it—I control it," Nemesis said, unhurriedly, his words sending shockwaves across the world, reminding everyone who it was that had achieved an impossible feat.

"You... you monster," Jacob muttered, finally feeling fear.

"In this event, I've been limiting myself, fighting at your levels, trying to see just how good the top guild masters really are. But from all I've seen, I'll be honest—I'm disappointed.

"Now, back to you. Jacob, was it? I'm sure you want your spears back. You can have them," Nemesis said.

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The water spears reversed course, shooting back toward Jacob at an even more insane speed—this time, threatening to tear him apart.

Boom! A large volume of water rose into the air after the violent collision of the water spears with the water. Still in the air, Nemesis waited patiently for the water to subside and the view to become clear.

"What the hell have you done?! How dare you?!" Nemesis asked, extremely angered.

"Ha, you thought you won already, haven't you?" Jacob said, no longer having the appearance of his previous self but a more monstrous form. Two horns had grown from his head, his body had become larger, his skin had turned red, and his eyes glowed like blood.

"Hahahaha! You asshole, it's over for you! You've pushed me far enough, and now I will tear you to... Huh?"

Jacob, in his monstrous form, was talking before he noticed an anomaly—his hand, which he was about to raise toward Nemesis, was gone. And so was Nemesis in the air.

"I hate repeating myself. What the hell have you done?! No, that's not it—how dare you side with those demon bastards?!" Nemesis asked, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

"You… how do you know about that?" Jacob said, his hand regenerating immediately along with his HP.

A cocky smile appeared on his face as he held his newly regenerated arm with the other. "I don't know how you managed to cut off my hand, but it's no use! Give up! You can't beat me! I'm unbeatable with this newfound power of mine!" Jacob shouted, swinging his monstrous hand toward Nemesis, intending to grab him.

"That's not the question I asked," Nemesis said, and in the next moment, Jacob's hand was cut off again.

"Well, it seems you don't plan to talk. I presume it's because of your arrogance. Let me get rid of that first," Nemesis said, his voice extremely cold.

Then, with a speed barely visible to Jacob, he cut off the remaining limbs, leaving Jacob sinking into the water, unable to support himself. As Jacob flailed helplessly, a hand reached for his hair and dragged him out of the water.

"Since you have decided to abandon humanity, I guess there's no need for your talent. You're unlucky to have a talent related to an element under my domain," Nemesis said.

Pressing his hand onto Jacob's forehead, he willed a command. His dormant divinity attribute, which had been unusable for a long time, sprang to life, creating a powerful imprint that formed on Jacob's forehead.

[Water Ban!]

"Aaargghhhhh!" Jacob screamed, feeling a part of his soul being locked away. In that moment, he instinctively knew—he had lost his talent.