Limitless The Strongest Revenant-Chapter 1012: Up for a spar? [1/2]

[Affirmative, Grandmother. Firing Red APFSDS!]

"FORTY! FORTY-ONE! FORTY-TWO!"

[Henry, reload! Without the sustained fire, the reaper will die!]

[I am already unleashing everything my platforms can, Granny! The barrels are all dented from overheating.]

[Tsk. Then cool them down. We need someone to pick up the slack. Sabel. Bring all the Magustas! Henry, Lady Lilly will be sending water. Cool your barrels as quickly as you can.]

[Copy that, Gran-Gran!] [Got it, Granny! Thanks!]

[Alfonso, IF Reload until your brother's guns cool off.]

[I understand. Beginning IF-Reload.]

The process to ensure I could whack to my heart's content looks complicated. But I'm glad I have the kids and Exa.

[My lord, your log has passed 50 entries.]

'Do you have any idea how long it goes for?'

[I do not. Shall we stop at 200?]

'Yeah, that sounds good. This is just a test anyway.'

BANG! Despite crushing the boar's skull for the nth time, I kept smashing. Its brain, along with every organ in its body, underwent a perpetual cycle of pain and relief. As someone who has experienced such a setup before, it was truly inhumane torture.

But then I wasn't dealing with a regular human. I was dealing with an animal even lower than dirt. A pig who dared to try to take what belonged to me. Seeing as the head was already flat, I leapt to its side and began to bash it from that side.

"[JACKHAMMER]! SIXTY-FIVE! SIXTY-SIX! SIXTY-SEVEN!"

I could see how each of my swings sent the pig's body back. Slowly, despite its immense size, it began to slide back.

"{Monday}. Exa, if I swing these things one-handed, would it count as a full bash or not?"

[I am not sure. Try a one-handed swing.]

I removed my left hand from the mace and smacked the wall of meat before me. A loud, dull sound followed. The entire wall moved a bit before settling back down. Blood began to leak from all over it.

[It is recorded.]

"Great, give me another one. Give Monday two as well. {Fabricate}!"

I held out my hand and created a second oversized spiked mace. An additional two appeared for Monday. He then leaped up and moved to the opposite side me.

"Okay, how do I do this? Fighting with two weapons is cool and all, but the weapons themselves get tangled."

[Can I suggest the martial art Eskrima?]

"Huh? What is that?"

[It is a Filipino martial art that uses two weapons for rapid striking. It is commonly used with sticks or dull blades, but its lethality has made it banned in several parts of the world. It is also used by the superhero Nightwing.]

"Show me."

Exa then sent a video that showed Nightwing beating up a couple of thugs with a rapid flurry of strikes. I didn't know if it was from a video game or not, but considering the strength of my body, I definitely could do it.

As I had {Gather} just seeing it once allowed me to memorize the movements. I then used {Calculate} and {Imaging} to break down each action and simplify it. The entire process only took a couple of minutes.

"Right, I know the basics now. Let's try it."

My body remained steady, feet planted in position. I relaxed my wrists and tried to remove the tension. I needed the flow to be smooth. The first swing came easily; the right stick cut through the air in a controlled arc.

'Focus on the speed, not the power. It's about fluidity and precision.'

The left mace begins its motion almost automatically, mirroring the right. I kept the rhythm. Not hesitating in the slightest. Swing, return, swing, return. The swings began to flow naturally. Like one continuous motion.

I snapped my wrist at the end of each swing. I kept the maces light in my hands, as if to feel the air moving around them. Speed. I focused on that. Quick, controlled strikes, one after the other. No wasted motion. The maces needed to glide, not fight through the air.

'Don't overextend; just keep it tight, fast, smooth. Right, left, right, left. Perfect the timing.'

Each swing began to feel like it's part of the next. The flow turned seamless. I stepped forward slightly, adjusting my stance, making sure I stayed grounded. I let my body move with the rhythm, feet light. Slowly, I began to go into a sort of trance. My body moved.

I didn't let my balance shift too much. I kept my form. My breathing was steady. The maces felt like extensions of my arms, moving in sync, slicing through the air without effort.

I went even faster. Quick, quick, quick. Even faster! It's all about speed now. The strikes were sharp, controlled, but they needed to come faster. The technique was the same: smooth transitions from one swing to the next, no jerky motions, no wasted time.

'Keep pushing it. Faster, but don't lose control. Just feel it. Right, left, right, left.' I focused on the repetition; the more I did this, the quicker I would become. Speed was the goal, but control was the key. It was all in the wrist, the timing, and the breath.

[My lord! You have surpassed two hundred strikes!]

"Huh?"

Exa's words brought me back, but the wall of flesh in me looked more like ground beef. As if it was tenderized. Weren't my AI children restoring this thing? Why the fuck does it look like shit?

"## ## ########!!"

Despite the boar's face being back on its body, its body was in tatters. Specifically, it looked as if a dragon had bitten and torn a chunk off the boar. About 40% of its body was missing. Within the seconds that I was wondering what was going on, the boar healed completely.

"…"

Just how fast was I going to outpace all of my children? This wasn't the first time I had suddenly entered into a trance. And each time it occurred, my body began to do incredible things.

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[My lord, the boar is back to full health.]

The boar also noticed this fact. And it immediately turned away from me and ran away.

"{Pause}. Exa, how many bashes are included in the log?"

[237. There is no indication of whether this is near the limit or not.]

"I see. Let's start with 237. {Blink}."

Invoking Lilly's {Fate}, I vanished and reappeared in front of the charging boar. Its face contorted in fear as it saw my face. It began to veer to the right to avoid me. But, of course, I wouldn't let it.