From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals-Chapter 591 The Strong Clash

Ty took a sip from a water bottle, his other hand firmly gripping Alexander's wrist. "You know, this world is cool and all," Ty said casually, "but the drinks here really are lacking. At least on Earth, we have a lot of sugary options and whatnot."

Alexander's eyes widened, shock briefly breaking through his usual stoic demeanor. He yanked his arm back, rage beginning to simmer beneath his composure. "What the hell are you blabbering about?" he shouted, attempting to swing at Ty with his free hand.

But Ty simply weaved to the side, his body moving with an effortless fluidity. Alexander's punch cut through the empty air, missing entirely. Ty's eyes glinted with a hint of amusement as he continued sipping his water, seemingly unperturbed.

In a single, smooth motion, Ty reached over and slipped a golden bracelet from his arm. He turned towards the sound wave user, who was still crumpled in the mud, his body trembling from pain. Ty gave the man a quick tap on the head with the bracelet, and the sound wave user vanished in a puff of golden mist, leaving nothing but a faint shimmer in the air.

"John was right," Ty mused aloud, turning the bracelet over in his hand, inspecting it. "These work pretty well. Wonder how he managed to get them, though." He looked over at the other contestant—the Evasive Shift user—who was lying on the ground, his body twisted, his face contorted in pain.

"For the world's strongest," Ty said, his voice carrying a hint of mockery, "you sure can be a brute." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it at Alexander.

Alexander caught it, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at the paper. His own face stared back at him, sketched in detail, a kill target symbol etched above his head.

"Looks like I have you as my kill target," Ty said, his tone nonchalant. "Otherwise, things go south for me. But, I also know that no one has come after me yet. So it's likely because you are also tasked with killing me, isn't that right?"

Alexander's eyes flicked up from the paper, his gaze burning with fury. He clenched the paper in his hand, crumpling it into a tight ball. "And what if I am?" he growled, his voice low, dangerous.

Ty shrugged, his expression calm, almost amused. "If I'm wrong, maybe it's Jui-Lao," Ty continued, as if Alexander's anger was of no concern to him. "That freak brute is really strong. Either way, it doesn't change much, does it?"

"That freak brute is really strong. Either way, it doesn't change much, does it?" Ty's voice lingered, his words calm but carrying an underlying challenge.

Alexander scoffed, his glare piercing through Ty, unwavering. He clenched his fists, his stance widening. "I've had plenty of time to think about this," Alexander growled, his eyes narrowing, his voice filled with conviction. "My only goal is to kill the King. You, demon, get out of my way. I'll kill you later if need be. All you're doing is stalling me—you know that won't end well for you."

Ty tilted his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "Aww, darn," he said with an exaggerated sigh. "You already figured out I was stalling? Well, in that case, why don't you just try and get past me? As much as I'd love to see Fernando die for what he did to Jedo's family, I'd much rather do it myself."

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Alexander's eyes sharpened, catching onto the words. "I see," he muttered, a slow realization dawning. "So it's true—Fernando is the King, then?"

Ty's lips curled into a mischievous smile, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Oops, cat's out of the bag, I suppose," Ty said lightly. "But then again, Fernando wouldn't have it any other way."

Alexander's muscles tensed. He dropped into a low stance, his gaze fixed on Ty, his energy gathering. Without hesitation, he pushed off, his form blurring as he speed blitzed towards the castle entrance, his movements sharp and precise. He darted past Ty, aiming for the front door.

Suddenly, a wall of flames erupted around him, the heat searing through the air, surrounding him from every side. Alexander's speed didn't falter—he pushed through, the flames licking at his skin but failing to slow him. He emerged on the other side, his eyes locking onto Ty, who now stood twenty feet ahead, a flaming bow drawn and ready.

Ty let the arrow fly, the flames trailing behind it like a comet. Alexander twisted his body, narrowly dodging the fiery projectile as it shot past him, leaving a scorching trail in its wake.

"Not bad," Ty said, his voice calm, almost bored. He drew another flaming arrow, the fire swirling around his fingers as he pulled back the string. "But I'm not done yet."

Alexander pushed forward, his body blurring as he closed the distance. He could feel the heat of Ty's flames, the energy radiating off of him, but he pressed on. He swung his arm, aiming a powerful punch towards Ty's midsection.

Ty moved, his form twisting, his body fluid as he evaded the strike. He danced backward, the flaming bow dissolving into embers as his hands moved in a fluid motion. Flames erupted around his fists, his eyes sharp as he brought his hands together, sending a burst of fire directly towards Alexander.

Alexander crossed his arms, the flames slamming into him, the heat washing over his skin. He felt the sting of the fire, his muscles tensing as he forced his way through. He swung his arm, his fist cutting through the flames as he lunged towards Ty.

Ty dodged, his movements effortless, his form shifting to the side as Alexander's punch swung wide. He stepped back, his eyes watching Alexander carefully, his lips curling into a slight smile. "You're persistent, I'll give you that."

Alexander's eyes burned with fury, his muscles tensing as he moved again, his form a blur. He swung his fist towards Ty, his energy building, his speed increasing. Ty ducked, the punch missing by mere inches. He stepped back, his hands moving swiftly as he gathered the flames around him, forming a barrier of fire.