Odyssey Of Survival-Chapter 87 Breaking Limits

Alice’s breath was shallow, her chest rising and falling as she remained pressed against Nate. His warmth was undeniable, his steady breath brushing against her skin. For a second, neither of them spoke, frozen in place as her racing heart thundered in her ears.

Then, Nate’s grip loosened, and he released her hand, stepping back. "You’re easily distracted," he said casually, as if their closeness had meant nothing at all.

Alice blinked, her face heating up slightly.

"And you’re easily agitated," he continued, folding his arms. "Not to mention, you have zero patience. These weaknesses might not seem like a big deal when dueling a human or some intelligent opponent who plays by the rules. But the real threats? The monsters we’ve faced? They won’t give you time to get frustrated or distracted."

Alice scoffed, crossing her arms. "Yeah, well, you’re stronger than me. So what does it matter?"

Nate chuckled, shaking his head. "And if you run into someone stronger than you, are you just going to give up and refuse to fight?"

Alice immediately shook her head. "No."

"Then fight," Nate ordered, his eyes flashing as he suddenly lunged at her.

She barely had time to react before he was upon her, his speed and aggression nothing like before. This time, he wasn’t holding back.

Alice ducked under his first strike, twisting to the side as his fist whizzed past her head. She countered immediately, driving her elbow toward his ribs, but Nate blocked it with ease, his arm shifting just in time to absorb the hit.

Not wasting a second, she spun into a low kick, aiming for his legs, but Nate hopped back, avoiding it. Before she could recover, he came at her again, his hands moving with alarming speed.

Alice barely managed to block his next series of strikes, parrying a right hook only to be forced into a desperate dodge as he swept at her legs. She flipped backward, landing on her feet, her breathing quickening.

He’s so damn fast.

But she didn’t back down.

She charged at him, twisting her body mid-air as she sent a flying knee strike toward his chest. It was one of the strongest moves she had, one she rarely used because of how difficult it was to pull off.

Nate saw it coming. He leaned just enough to the side to avoid the full impact, but Alice smirked. She had expected that.

Before he could counter, she pivoted in the air, using her missed knee strike as momentum to twist into a spinning kick aimed at his jaw.

Got you!

Nate’s arm shot up like a viper, catching her ankle mid-kick. He smirked at her surprised expression before twisting slightly, using her own momentum against her.

Alice gasped as she was flung sideways, barely able to tuck into a roll before hitting the ground. She sprang back up instantly, but Nate was already there, closing in again.

This time, he didn’t give her space.

His punches came faster, sharper. His movements were calculated, testing her, pushing her. Alice fought harder than before, blocking where she could, dodging when she had no choice. She matched him for a while, her determination fueling her, but soon, she realized—

He was still stronger.

The moment Nate raised his strength even slightly, the gap widened. His attacks became faster, his counters more precise.

A fist grazed her shoulder, sending a jolt through her arm. Before she could react, a quick tap to her knee made her stumble. She tried to recover, but his palm struck her stomach—lightly, without true force—but enough to knock the wind out of her.

She dropped to one knee, panting hard.

Nate took a step back, rolling his shoulders. "Better," he admitted. "You focused this time."

Alice wiped sweat from her brow, still catching her breath. "But I still lost."

"There was no way you could win me from the start, I merely want to test your ability." Nate gestured toward her hands. "I want you to use your ability. Strength alone isn’t enough—not for you. "

Alice frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Nate said, stretching his arms, "use your powers as support and defense. I’ll still only use my hands. Let’s see if you can actually keep up this time."

Alice’s lips parted slightly, realization dawning on her.

This wasn’t about strength. This was about strategy.

This time, she wouldn’t lose so easily.

Alice took a deep breath, feeling the icy energy course through her veins like liquid power. She had always known her abilities were strong, but this… this was something entirely new. It wasn’t just power; it was precision, control—something she had never truly had before.

She clenched her fists, watching as frost coated her knuckles effortlessly. The cold didn’t bite at her skin—it embraced her, like it was a part of her now. This time, she wasn’t just going to fight.

She was going to win.

Across the clearing, Nate cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders as he watched her with those sharp, focused eyes. He had been in control for most of their fight, but now he seemed… aware. Aware that things were different. That this round wouldn’t be like the last.

"You ready?" he asked.

Alice smirked, shifting her stance. "You better keep up."

The second she finished speaking, she moved.

Faster than before.

Nate barely had time to react before her fist was flying straight for his face, covered in a thin layer of ice. He twisted at the last second, the punch grazing past his cheek, but before he could counter, Alice vanished.

His eyes widened.

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No, she didn’t disappear—she slid.

The moment her attack missed, she had kicked off the ground, creating an icy path beneath her feet, letting her glide with impossible speed. In an instant, she was at his side, throwing another punch toward his ribs.

This time, he blocked it, but the force behind it still sent a shock through his arm.

She wasn’t done.

Alice twisted, shifting her weight mid-slide, and kicked upward. Nate ducked, but she expected that. She planted one hand on the ground and spun, her other leg sweeping toward his ankles, trying to take him off his feet.

Nate jumped over it—but the moment he did, Alice smirked.

She stomped down, and a pillar of ice shot up beneath him.

Caught off guard, Nate barely twisted midair in time, pushing off the pillar to land a few feet away. He skidded to a stop, breathing a little heavier now.

Alice straightened, stretching her fingers as frost crackled over them.

"Didn’t expect that, did you?" she teased.

Nate exhaled, shaking his head with a grin. "Not bad. But let’s see how you handle this."

He shot forward.

His speed was just as terrifying as before—one second he was in front of her, the next he was behind.

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Alice didn’t panic.

She felt him move, trusted her instincts, and spun just in time to throw up an ice shield behind her. Nate’s fist slammed into it with a fiery burst, but before he could follow up, Alice shattered the ice herself, sending shards flying toward him.

Nate dodged, twisting out of the way, but Alice was already moving.

This time, she formed ice blades—not weapons, but thin, razor-sharp edges over her arms and legs. Every strike came faster now, sharper, her attacks flowing together seamlessly.

Nate blocked a punch, countered with a knee—Alice slid back, creating distance. "Are you trying to kill me with those blades"

She lifted her hand, and suddenly, the air shifted.

Nate tensed as frost swirled around Alice’s feet.

Then—she disappeared.

Nate’s eyes darted around. No—she hadn’t disappeared. She had coated the ground in a thin layer of frost, making it impossible to track her footsteps.

He turned just in time to see her reappear at his side.

Damn it.

He barely dodged her next attack, but Alice was relentless. She moved like flowing water, attacking from angles he hadn’t anticipated. She spun, kicked, slid across the ice, using the terrain to her advantage.

Her fist slammed into his ribs.

He grunted, staggering back, but Alice didn’t let up.

A knee to his stomach.

A sharp elbow to his side.

Another punch, this time to his shoulder.

Nate barely managed to block it, but the force still sent him sliding back across the icy ground.

Alice gasped, realizing what she had done.

"I—"

"Keep going," Nate ordered, wiping his mouth.

Alice hesitated, but then she nodded. If he wasn’t holding back, then neither would she.

She lunged again, but this time, she twisted.

At the last second, she spun mid-air, flipping over Nate entirely and coming down with a powerful kick.

He barely raised his arms in time. The impact sent him crashing to the ground, but he rolled with it, flipping back to his feet.

He was breathing harder now.

Alice could tell—he was tiring.

For the first time in their fights, she was the one with the advantage.

She pressed forward.

Ice coated her hands and feet, amplifying her speed and strength. She struck faster, harder—each move flowing into the next.

Nate tried to counter, but she was too quick.

A fist caught him in the jaw.

A knee slammed into his stomach.

Another punch—this time, he didn’t dodge in time.

His body staggered back, and Alice hesitated for just a second—long enough for Nate to catch his breath.

But she wasn’t going to let him recover.

Not this time.

She clenched her fists, gathering every bit of energy she had left. The frost around her thickened, swirling in the air like a blizzard.

Then, she moved.

Faster than ever.

She threw her final punch, ice coating her arm, amplifying its power beyond anything she had ever used since the start.

Nate saw it coming—he should have dodged.

But he didn’t.

Or rather—he couldn’t.

He had been holding back the entire fight, controlling his energy to keep pace with Alice, but now he had nothing left. His body wouldn’t move fast enough to avoid the hit.

Alice’s fist slammed into his chest.

The impact was instant.

Nate’s body launched backward like a loose kite, crashing through the air before slamming into the ground with a heavy thud.

Alice’s eyes widened in horror.

"Nate!"

She sprinted toward him, ice melting off her skin as she knelt beside him. Her hands hovered over his chest, unsure if she had just seriously hurt him.

Nate groaned, his head rolling to the side as he let out a breath.

"Okay…" he muttered. "That one… actually hurt."

Alice blinked, still frozen in place.

Then she let out a breath—half disbelief, half relief.

"Tell me Alice, do you have a grudge against me or did someone payed you to kill me." Nate joked as he rubbed his chest.

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