Villain Ch 226. Thinking Out Of The Box

Another clash of their demonic claws sent shockwaves reverberating through the room, the sheer force of their collision propelling them backward. Allen and the doppelganger were momentarily suspended in mid-air before gravity brought them crashing back down to the ground. They landed ten meters apart, their bodies bearing the evidence of their brutal encounter.

Breathing heavily, Allen staggered to his feet. His body was covered in fresh wounds, the pain a constant reminder of the relentless battle they had been engaged in. Blood trickled down his arms and legs, staining his clothing a dark shade of red. His vision blurred slightly, a combination of exhaustion and the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

Across from him, the doppelganger slowly rose to his feet, his evil expression painted his face.

Allen locked eyes with his doppelganger, a mix of determination and exhaustion etched across his face. His senses were heightened, every nerve on edge as he anticipated the doppelganger’s next move. The room seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with anticipation.

Neither combatant spoke a word.

A furrow formed on Allen’s forehead as he assessed the situation. The doppelganger mimicked his every movement flawlessly, mirroring his attacks with disturbing accuracy. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut—this was not just a battle of skill, but a battle of endurance as well.

His mind raced, searching for a strategy that would give him an edge. He couldn’t afford to engage in a prolonged battle with the doppelganger, for he knew the limits of his own stamina. If it came down to endurance alone, he would undoubtedly falter against that relentless AI-driven opponent.

A mischievous grin spread across the doppelganger’s face, a clear indication of his impending attack. The doppelganger lunged forward with unwavering determination, his movements were fluid and precise.

With a keen sense of anticipation, Allen launched himself towards the doppelganger, fully aware of his own fighting style and the tricks the mimic would employ. As expected, the doppelganger swiftly activated the Shadow Walk skill, vanishing into thin air.

But Allen was prepared. He had analyzed the doppelganger’s patterns, predicting his reappearance. As the doppelganger materialized behind him, ready to unleash a devastating strike, Allen utilized his heightened agility and flicked his wings, propelling himself into the air with a powerful jump.

In that suspended moment, Allen extended his hand, summoning his Demonic Orb. The orbs materialized above him, crackling with dark energy. With precise aim, he unleashed a barrage of orbs, sending them hurtling toward the unsuspecting doppelganger.

The orbs rained down upon the doppelganger, engulfing him in a storm of demonic energy. Each impact caused a resounding explosion, ripping through the air with a thunderous roar. The doppelganger’s sly grin faltered, replaced by a look of shock as the orbs tore into his form, inflicting significant damage.

Each impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, causing the ground to tremble beneath their feet. The doppelganger’s body convulsed with the sheer force of the onslaught, his sly grin replaced by a mask of anguish. The dark energy seeped into his very being, sapping away his strength and vitality.

With each orb that struck its target, the doppelganger’s defenses crumbled. His body contorted and twisted under the onslaught, unable to withstand the onslaught of dark energy. The monster’s form flickered, a testament to the damage inflicted upon him. Still, he deflected most of them. .

Sensing this was his big chance, without wasting a moment, Allen swiftly conjured his demonic lances, their dark essence pulsating with power.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the lances hurtling toward the doppelganger. The projectiles streaked through the air, leaving a trail of darkness.

The doppelganger, undeterred by the imminent threat, sprang into action. His movements were a blur as he gracefully dodged the oncoming lances, evading them with calculated precision. The sound of clashing metal echoed through the air as the lances collided with the ground, leaving deep imprints in their wake.

For a moment the room filled with silence.

The smoke slowly dissipated, revealing a figure emerging from the haze. Allen’s eyes narrowed as he recognized the familiar silhouette. It was the doppelganger, undeterred by the previous onslaught. His body was battered and bruised, but a fierce determination burned in his eyes despite his HP being only 10% remaining.

In a split second, Allen’s instincts kicked in, and he deviated from his usual evasive tactics. Instead of jumping back to create distance, he decided to employ a more straightforward approach.

As the doppelganger lunged at him with claws raised, ready to tear through his body, Allen tilted his body to the side, allowing the deadly claw to whiz past harmlessly.

Seizing the opportunity, Allen launched his own counterattack with lightning speed. His demonic claw extended like a viper, aimed precisely at the doppelganger’s shoulder—the one vulnerable point that he rarely targeted. It was a move the AI hadn’t anticipated, as the doppelganger instinctively moved to protect his neck, expecting a strike in that direction.

The sound of claw meeting flesh reverberated through the air, accompanied by a stifled grunt of pain from the doppelganger. Allen’s claw had found its mark, sinking into the doppelganger’s shoulder, causing a spray of blood to spatter in the air. The doppelganger staggered back, momentarily stunned by the unexpected attack.

With a triumphant smirk on his face, Allen capitalized on the momentary advantage. He swiftly withdrew his claw and followed up with a series of swift strikes, his demonic claws slashing through the air in a deadly dance. The doppelganger, now on the defensive, desperately tried to parry the incoming blows, but Allen’s precision and speed were unmatched.

Each strike landed with devastating accuracy, leaving deep gashes and trails of digital blood in their wake. The doppelganger’s health bar dwindled rapidly, a testament to the efficacy of Allen’s relentless assault. But even as the doppelganger fought to regain control, his face twisted into a wicked grin—a sinister reflection of Allen’s own features.