From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals-Chapter 592 Power Boost not enough

Alexander's fists slammed into the barrier, the flames scorching his skin, but his expression remained unchanged. He pulled back, his muscles tensing, his eyes locking onto Ty.

Ty's gaze was steady, his breathing even as he watched Alexander. He could see the determination in Alexander's eyes, the unyielding will that drove him forward. Ty's flames swirled around him, the heat intensifying as he prepared for Alexander's next attack.

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Alexander moved, his form blurring once again. He closed the distance in an instant, his fist coming down towards Ty. Ty brought his hands up, the flames gathering around him, forming a shield. Alexander's punch connected with the shield, the impact sending a shockwave through the air, the flames flickering.

Ty's eyes narrowed, sweat beginning to form on his brow. Alexander was relentless, his attacks coming faster, each strike stronger than the last. Ty could feel the pressure building, the intensity of Alexander's onslaught growing.

"Fine, then," Alexander growled, his voice low, his eyes narrowing. He shifted his stance, his muscles tensing as he activated his skill—"Temporal Distortion." The air around him seemed to shift, time bending slightly as Alexander's form blurred.

He moved faster, his fist cutting through the air with precision, slamming into Ty's flame shield. The barrier shattered, the flames dissipating as Alexander's punch connected with Ty's arm, sending him staggering back.

Ty gritted his teeth, his body twisting as he tried to regain his balance. The power behind Alexander's attacks was overwhelming—each blow carried a weight that seemed determined to shatter him. The once blazing flames around Ty were now flickering weakly, his energy draining with each strike.

Alexander advanced, his fist moving with precision and deadly intent. Ty moved to dodge, but his reaction was just a fraction too slow. Alexander's knee drove into his ribs, the impact reverberating through his entire body, knocking the air from his lungs. Ty stumbled back, his vision blurred from the pain, his steps shaky.

Alexander didn't stop. He stepped forward, his eyes locked on Ty, his presence unrelenting. He brought his fist down again, a blur of movement that Ty barely managed to deflect. Ty twisted, his sword scraping against Alexander's arm, but the force behind Alexander's punch still sent Ty skidding across the muddy ground, his body twisting awkwardly.

Alexander kept coming, closing the distance with a steady, imposing stride. His eyes were focused, determined. There was no emotion in them—no mercy. Ty could see it; Alexander wasn't just aiming to win—he was aiming to crush him completely.

The voice in Ty's mind echoed once more, dripping with its cruel satisfaction. "Really, Ty? You thought you could stand up to him? You thought you could actually do something?"

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Ty clenched his teeth, ignoring the taunting voice. He had to focus. He couldn't let himself be overwhelmed—not now. He stepped back, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his muscles screaming in protest. He brought his hand to his ear, pressing against his communicator.

"John!" he shouted, his voice strained, desperation lacing his tone. "Is everything almost ready or what?!"

No response. Nothing but silence.

Ty's heart pounded in his chest, a sinking feeling beginning to take hold. He didn't have time to process it, though—Alexander's fist came crashing in, slamming into his side, sending Ty sprawling to the ground once more. He hit the mud with a heavy thud, pain radiating through his body.

For a split second, Ty saw it—a vision of his own death. Alexander's towering figure, his fists coming down relentlessly. There was no hesitation in Alexander's eyes, no mercy. Ty felt fear gripping his heart, freezing him in place, his body unwilling to respond.

No... I'm not dying here.

With sheer desperation, Ty's hand flew to the hilt at his side. He drew the blade, its weight foreign in his hand as he swung it up, hoping—praying—that it would be enough to at least parry the blow. Metal met flesh, and the blade held—just barely.

Ty pushed back, his muscles straining as he tried to gain an inch, the weight of Alexander's relentless strength pressing down on him. He could feel the sweat rolling down his brow, his breath coming in sharp gasps. His body was close to breaking, his muscles burning, when suddenly, something shifted.

The sword in Ty's hand seemed to come alive, its edge shimmering with an unnatural glow. He felt it, a surge of power rushing through him, almost as if the sword itself was feeding him strength. But with that power came a cost. The blade latched onto his arm, the metal burning hot against his skin. Ty gritted his teeth, his face twisting in pain as he felt the searing heat spread from the blade to his arm, burning its way through his veins.

"Damn it, Erebos," Ty cursed in his mind, the pain almost too much to bear. He could feel the sword draining something from him, its hunger relentless. He wanted to let go, to drop the weapon and pull away, but it held him fast, its power refusing to release him.

Alexander's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking to the sword as he sensed the shift. He smirked, his form blurring as he moved, his fist coming down in a powerful arc. Ty swung the sword up, the blade meeting Alexander's punch. Sparks flew, the force of the collision sending a shockwave through the air. Ty could feel the vibration from the impact reverberate through his bones, the sword's power barely holding against Alexander's strength.

For a moment, it felt as if Ty was holding his own. The blade, now fused with his black flames, glowed with a fierce intensity, its edge biting into Alexander's skin. Ty saw it—a drop of blood, a small victory, but one that cost him dearly. His arm burned, the heat unbearable, as if the sword was punishing him for every strike.

Alexander didn't seem fazed. He pulled back, his eyes narrowing, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. He moved again, his form blurring as he closed the distance. His fist shot out, aimed at Ty's ribs. Ty twisted, bringing the sword down in an attempt to block, but Alexander was faster. His fist slammed into Ty's side, the impact sending him flying back, his body skidding across the ground.