Limitless The Strongest Revenant-Chapter 1013: Up for a spar? [2/2]

"…"

I shifted my eyes and gazed at his wife. But she quickly waved her hands in front of her frantically.

"My lord. If I am to receive such an attack, even my old body would have died in one strike. It was truly magnificent."

Ignoring Juno's praise, I turned to the Africans. Amari, Olamide, Mia, and a beat-up Nomvula were with them. Zanele and her group were there as well, covering their mouths in shock.

"Any of you up for a spar?"

"…"

Yet no one said anything. In fact, it wasn't just them. Even the Africans who were opposed to me at the beginning were silent. They all looked down at their toes like children afraid of being called on by the teacher.

In contrast to them, there was only one group that wanted to fight me.

"PATRON! Pick us! Pick us! I am sure we can give you a good beat down!"

Funnily enough, the rest of the wolves expressed their agreement with Yvonne's words. But as I didn't want to risk getting any of my saints harmed, I ignored them.

"Exa, do I need to actually hit anything? Or can I just perform the bash for the recording?"

With the Pig in pieces, I noticed that one of my Soul avatars was still waiting for something to beat. As I was too focused on Sunday, I forgot that I had summoned him. Feeling that I had a good sparring partner all along, I dropped my mace. Monday did too.

"Exa, show me training with kali sticks in pairs."

[Displaying.]

A bunch of videos appeared in my view. It was a compilation of two Eskrima fighters smashing each other with sticks. Their speed was intense, and they both blocked and attacked with each move.

I pulled out {Shelter} sticks and threw a pair to Monday. He caught them, and we faced each other. We then began to drill our basics. We attacked and defended with nearly the same speed, precision, and power.

When I grew comfortable with my impromptu duel, I began to kick it up a notch.

"{Record}."

Monday and I bashed each other like a pair of authentic martial artists. But our goal was not muscle memory or skill. It was all for our {Fast Forward's} log.

[My lord. There is something interesting you should know.]

"And that is?"

[The actions of your soul avatar are being recorded in the log.]

"…"

[Also, your guards and blocks are included. You and Monday have already created a new 100-log entry. Although 30 of those are listed as blocks, and 40 of them as counterattacks.]

"Hmm… having the avatars as part of the process is quite good. But not being able to use different actions is quite troubling. And what do stacking blocks or counterattacks do? Do they function similarly to bash?"

[I do not know, my lord. It would be best to experiment.]

As the sounds of sticks clacking against each other at high speed resounded, Monday and I picked up the pace. It didn't take long for Exa to give us an alert.

[300 actions recorded: 100 logs for attacks, 75 for blocks, and 125 for counterattacks.]

"Just to remember, each act can only be used once, right? Per use of {Fast Forward}?"

[Yes, that is the case.]

"Guess that is enough for now. {Pause}."

I then had Monday pick up his maces, but still had Sunday carry short sticks.

"Here goes nothing! {Fast Forward}!"

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Sunday swung his {Shelter} stick against the Faker weapons. Only what happened next was something I should have expected.

CRACK!

Unable to bear the power of {Fast Forward}, my weapon broke into particles of light. But on Monday, I felt my feet skid back about five inches. Truly, the power contained in that simple swing was insane.

"Now block!"

Still on Monday, I arched my weapon overhead and swung down on Sunday! He raised his last remaining stick and guarded his face.

Twanng!

A loud rumble similar to metallic weapons colliding resounded. Despite the size difference, Sunday's {Shelter} weapon resisted the Faker mace. It was a happy coincidence. Blocking with {Fast Forward} could defend against anti-soul weapons.

"Counterattack."

Using Sunday, I took a step forward. I swung my remaining weapon at Monday. But the sharp crack of glass followed. Once again, my {Shelter} construct shattered. That just drove home how much power was contained in each strike.

"Not bad. {Day by Day}. Exa, give me three more Faker maces. {Fabricate}."

[Right away, my lord.]

When my other six Soul Avatars appeared, I handed them the Faker maces we already had and armed the last three. Using two of these weapons per person was too destructive. I would hold off on charging with them unless I had a better punching bag.

I turned to the newly restored pig. When it saw my face, it began to cry tears of blood and huddled its huge body. I wasn't sure if it was trying to make itself small or something.

"There, there. This will end soon. {Record}. Let's go, boys; the aim is 500, then 1,000."

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

My avatars and I leapt into the air and began to once again beat the living crap out of the boar. While I did get useful info, my time with my punching bag was soon to be over. If he didn't turn to gas from 500, then he would by 1,000.

Either way. He was going to die soon.