From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals-Chapter 595 John and Ty team up

His gaze locking onto Rosana. "You think this will end me?" he muttered, his voice low but defiant. He could see the toll her Rage Mode was taking, her breaths coming out ragged, her body trembling not just from anger but from exhaustion. He knew she couldn't sustain this power for much longer.

With a roar, Jui-Lao launched himself at her, his body twisting midair, his hands glowing as he summoned all his strength. "Earth Shatter!" he cried, his hands slamming into the ground just as he reached Rosana. The earth beneath them erupted, massive stone spikes shooting upward, threatening to skewer anything in their path. Rosana leaped backward, her flames blazing even brighter, her body spinning as she evaded the spikes, her eyes never leaving Jui-Lao.

Jui-Lao and Rosana continued to clash, their battle a chaotic dance of fire and earth. Each strike seemed to reverberate across the battlefield, shaking the ground and sending ripples through the air. Amid the chaos, Alexander moved toward the castle. His expression was one of hardened determination, the distant roars and echoes from the fight fading into the background as he stepped into the dark corridors ahead. He advanced steadily, his senses sharpened, alert to every detail. The aftermath of Jui-Lao's explosive attack seemed to hang in the air, replaced by a tense silence that deepened as Alexander stepped into Gears' domain. The hidden mechanical traps waited—wires taut across the narrow halls, gears ready to spring into action, the entire place a maze of danger.

Alexander's foot caught the first wire, and immediately, gears spun into action. Blades swung from hidden alcoves, arrows shot from concealed openings, and flames burst forth from the walls. Alexander's eyes narrowed, his body shifting slightly as he moved through the chaos, his aura protecting him from the worst of the assault.

He didn't break stride, his hands brushing aside a blade, his body weaving around a flaming jet as he continued forward. Gears rushed at him from the shadows, his eyes glinting with a mix of fear and determination. The mechanical traps sprung into action, gears and pistons churning as they moved to surround Alexander. Gears, the mastermind, watched, a wicked grin on his face.

"Do you really think you can stop me with this?" Alexander muttered, his voice calm despite the cacophony around him. He swung his arm, his power surging as he shattered one of the mechanical constructs, gears and wires flying. He eyed Gears, unimpressed. "I know you're not the King," he said, his voice echoing through the hall. "You're just the Joker King."

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In a distant chamber, Fernando sat up straight, a lady tending to his injuries. He grinned, his body still aching from his previous encounter, but the glint of determination had returned to his eyes. "Round two, is it?" he said, his voice filled with challenge as he rose to his feet, ignoring the concerned look from his companion.

Alexander's eyes narrowed as he pushed forward, determination in every step. "I need to end this," he muttered, his aura flaring to life as he reached his full strength. His gaze locked onto Fernando, his opponent standing ready, a grin spreading across Fernando's face.

"One hundred percent," Alexander whispered, his power erupting in a blinding surge as he lunged at Fernando, his fist cocked back, ready to end it. But before he could strike, warning lights flashed, their red glow illuminating the chamber. A mechanical voice echoed, "Round One complete.

Alexander's fist halted mid-air, his eyes narrowing in irritation as the lights bathed the room in crimson. The energy coursing through his body fizzled slightly as he pulled back, Fernando letting out a relieved chuckle. Find adventures at novelbuddy

"Looks like we're not done yet, Alexander," Fernando taunted, his grin infuriatingly smug. Alexander's expression hardened, his gaze shifting from Fernando to the warning lights as he exhaled through his nose, suppressing his urge to finish what he'd started.

Meanwhile, miles away, Ty stumbled out of a portal, the golden ring still expanded behind him. He crashed into the ground, rolling onto a patch of grass, his breath catching for a moment as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He looked up, catching sight of John kneeling over a man, covered in mud and dirt, who appeared unconscious.

Ty blinked, confused for a moment before recognition hit. "Oh, right. I forgot about him," he said, dusting himself off as he stood. "Decided to save him from that brute, I guess."

John snorted, glancing up briefly. "Yeah, well, he'll be lucky if he ever fights again with these wounds. Did what I could," he said, tightening a makeshift bandage. He gave a shrug, his expression hardening. "Alright, enough of this. Let's get moving. We need to find their King and end this. Shouldn't be too difficult with the shape they're in."

Ty got to his feet, the weight of the sword in his hand suddenly more noticeable. It was burning—he could feel the heat searing into his palm, though his skin showed no visible sign of damage. He clenched his teeth, ignoring the discomfort as he turned his gaze towards the castle in the distance.

"And why's that?" Ty asked, his tone curious but wary.

John didn't even look up, still focused on the unconscious figure. "Whoever's in charge of assigning roles—like Lord Herald was for us—must've seen the King and Joker King positions as more of a crutch. Put all their focus on the heavy hitters, the ones who could lead a full-on attack. Makes sense if you think about why they agreed to a direct assault in the first place."

Ty nodded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Alright, but here's the thing—how do we figure out who's the real King and who's the Joker? If we mess that up, the whole round's a bust and we got a blood bath on our hand, not to mention Fernado got his ass kicked by the Alex guy and he mopped me up by these wounds. So we don't have much time."

John nodded, reaching into his bag and tossing something towards Ty. "Here, take these. They should help for now."

Ty caught the item mid-air, looking at it with a raised brow. "Pills?"