Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 281

Chapter 281: ANALYSING DURING BATTLE
“We can’t be saying goodbyes already, right?” a familiar voice inquired from behind him, laced with mocking defiance.

Before Chen Wo could whirl around, a powerful punch connected with his jaw, the impact like a hammer strike, catapulting him backward through the air.

Chen Wo soared uncontrollably, crashing into a nearby wall with a thunderous impact that cracked the stone.

Dust and debris billowed around him, obscuring the scene momentarily.

He rose to his feet slowly, brushing the clinging dust from his clothes with composed nonchalance.

His jaw ached, but his eyes burned with curiosity and surprise.

“How?” Chen Wo demanded, his voice tinged with genuine bewilderment.

He had been certain of the decapitation, the finality of that strike etched in his mind.

“You don’t need to know. I’m not going to cultivate the habit of explaining my moves to my enemies and make them useless,” Aaron rebuffed, his tone firm and unyielding, denying any insight.

[Shameless milf.]

Aaron deliberately ignored the system’s berating remark, focusing instead on the battle at hand.

Right before Chen Wo had claimed Aaron’s left eye, Aaron had executed a seamless swap with a clone.

The transition was instantaneous, leveraging his profound control over space to exchange positions without a trace.

He had then slipped into a concealed pocket of space, isolated from the dimension where Chen Wo continued the fight.

This hidden realm was a void of stillness, shielding him from detection.

[Why are you hiding in this isolated space?]

“I’m observing my enemy. There’s something about him that feels highly disadvantageous to me,” Aaron explained calmly, his eyes fixed on the unfolding scene beyond the veil.

[What’s that?]

“Watch closely.”

Aaron observed the confrontation between Chen Wo and his clone with intense scrutiny, analyzing every nuance of movement and strategy.

[Of course he will best you in combat. He is a cultivator.]

“Not that. None of my clone’s attacks has been able to hit him. Almost as if he has a more advanced premonition than me. No, not that,” Aaron mused, delving deeper into his analysis as Chen Wo evaded the hell flames with ease.

“It’s more like he can sense my actions. Like—”

[He can sense the disturbance in space.]

“Exactly,” Aaron nodded, his conclusion aligning perfectly with the system’s insight, a spark of understanding igniting in his mind.

“That’s likely the reason he hasn’t realized that I’m hidden in space,” Aaron deduced, piecing together the puzzle of his opponent’s abilities.

He watched as his clone crumpled to the ground, felled by an imperceptible attack that eluded all senses.

Aaron acknowledged the peril of this unseen force, racking his brain for countermeasures, yet no immediate solution emerged despite his vigilant study.

[What now?]

“Just have to believe offense is the best defense,” Aaron said with a determined smile, shifting his mindset toward aggressive action.

Aaron traversed through a mirror-like space, positioning himself mere inches from Chen Wo without alerting him. The reflective dimension shimmered faintly, a perfect camouflage.

“We can’t be saying goodbyes already, right?” Aaron whispered, emerging from the mirror space at the precise instant, his attack already in motion.

Chen Wo stared at Aaron in silence, receiving no further reply. His features contorted into a thoughtful expression, pondering how Aaron had bypassed his demonic qi field, a key advantage that had dominated the battle thus far.

“What are you thinking about?” Aaron taunted, materializing behind Chen Wo once more.

He drove his claws into Chen Wo’s shoulder, tearing a deep, ragged wound that oozed blood.

Chen Wo retaliated with a rapid swing of his sword, the blade whistling through the air and compelling Aaron to leap back to safety.

“A clone, huh,” Chen Wo muttered, his gaze fixed on Aaron.

The figure he addressed stood at a distance, distinct from the one that had just struck him.

“Urgh!” Chen Wo groaned in pain, dropping to his knees as another slash raked across his leg.

The cut came from yet another Aaron, multiplying the confusion and intensifying the assault.

“That’s quite the annoying ability,” Chen Wo commented, still down on his knees, his voice laced with a mix of irritation and reluctant admiration.

Blood trickled from his wounds, staining the cracked earth beneath him, as he struggled to maintain his composure.

“What can I say? I have to be smart against a foe like you,” Aaron replied with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with calculated confidence.

“For someone as arrogant as you, I actually never expected you would use help to fight against me,” Chen Wo tried to bait him, his words sharp like hidden daggers, aiming to provoke a reaction.

His wounded leg throbbed with persistent agony, but he masked it behind a facade of mockery.

“Nonsense. They are part of my abilities. Don’t tell me the son of the mighty heavenly demon is asking his opponent to give him a handicap,” Aaron countered smoothly, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

He circled slowly, his claws retracting slightly, ready for the next exchange.

His words made Chen Wo’s mouth twitch in annoyance.

He had, after all, lost the moral high ground against Aaron, a bitter pill that twisted his features into a scowl.

“You are right. We must make use of our abilities the best way we can to attain victory,” Chen Wo muttered, forcing himself to stand despite the searing pain coursing through his body.

His muscles protested with every movement, but his warrior’s pride propelled him upward, his remaining hand clenched into a fist.

“12 demon annihilating sword art,” Chen Wo declared, positioning his blade directly in front of him with deliberate precision.

The sword hummed with latent power, its edge reflecting the dim light of the shattered landscape around them.

Dragon Forge released an overwhelming pressure that blanketed the entire planet, a suffocating force that threatened to consume everything in its path.

The ground trembled faintly, cracks spiderwebbing outward from Chen Wo’s feet, as if the world itself recoiled from the unleashed might.

Every creature on the planet felt the primal fear of death grip their hearts from this released pressure. Birds fell silent in the distant skies, and even the wind seemed to hold its breath, amplifying the eerie stillness.

“That’s quite the scary—” Aaron began, his words cut short as his neck detached from his head in a swift, invisible strike. Blood sprayed in a fine mist, his expression frozen in mid-sentence surprise.

The three Aarons present had their necks severed simultaneously, the technique of Chen Wo effortlessly breaking through the isolated spaces that shielded them.

The headless bodies crumpled to the ground in unison, a grim symphony of defeat.

The technique employed by Chen Wo was one reserved for the core disciples of the demon cult, a forbidden art honed through centuries of brutal refinement.

Its execution was flawless, a blend of speed and precision that left no room for evasion.