From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

She stood in the arena, her boots landing softly on the gravelly ground. The air was thick with tension, the aftermath of a brutal battle etched into the faces of the Black Bulls. Her gaze locked onto Osalf just as he raised his blade, the killing strike poised to end Heissman once and for all.

Osalf hesitated, the faint ripple of energy brushing against his senses again. He turned sharply, his blade pausing mid-swing as Yun-Jin stepped forward, her presence commanding the space around her. Her golden and pink aura flared faintly, her expression cold and unyielding.

"Well," she said, her voice carrying a sharp edge that cut through the air like a blade. "Wouldn't want to ruin your dramatic finish, Osalf. But this fight isn't over."

Osalf's eyes narrowed, his grip on his blade tightening as he adjusted his stance. "Yun-Jin," he said, his tone even but wary. "You don't need to do this."

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Ty's chest heaved as he struggled to keep up, sweat mixing with blood as it dripped down his forehead. His black flames flickered weakly, no longer the roaring inferno they had been at the start of the fight. Omina moved like a blur, her strikes coming from all directions, each one faster and more precise than the last. Every time Ty raised his arms to block, she was already somewhere else, her fist or foot crashing into him from an angle he couldn't predict.

A sharp blow to his side sent him skidding across the ground, the gravel tearing at his skin as he tried to recover. Ty gritted his teeth, forcing himself upright as his flames reignited around his body. But even as he stood, the faint flicker of doubt crept into his mind. She was too fast. No matter how hard he tried to anticipate her, she always seemed one step ahead.

Omina stood several paces away, her stance loose but radiating confidence. Her golden-green aura shimmered faintly, a mixture of raw power and elemental energy that seemed to pulse in time with her movements. "Is this it?" she asked, her tone light, almost mocking. "I expected more from someone who calls themselves a Demon King's protégé."

Ty growled, his flames surging as he launched forward. He swung with all his strength, his fists blazing with black fire as he aimed for her midsection. But Omina sidestepped effortlessly, her movements so fluid that it was as if she were gliding. She retaliated with a sharp elbow to his ribs, the force of the impact knocking the air from his lungs.@@novelbin@@

Before he could recover, she spun low, sweeping his legs out from under him. Ty hit the ground hard, his vision blurring as the world spun around him. He tried to roll away, but Omina's boot crashed down on his wrist, pinning him in place. The shock of the impact sent a jolt of pain through his arm, making his flames flicker and die out momentarily.

"Too slow," she said, leaning down slightly to meet his gaze. Her expression was calm, almost amused, as if she were toying with him. "You're holding back, aren't you? Or is this all you've got?"

Ty roared in frustration, his free hand surging with black flames as he aimed a point-blank strike at her. Omina leapt back just in time, the flames scorching the ground where she had stood. Ty scrambled to his feet, his wrist throbbing as he clenched his fists. But something felt off. A strange, tingling sensation ran up his arm, stopping just short of his shoulder. He flexed his fingers, trying to shake it off, but the sensation only grew stronger.

Omina didn't give him time to think. She dashed forward, her fist glowing with golden energy as she aimed for his chest. Ty barely managed to dodge, the attack grazing his side as the force sent him stumbling. She was faster now, her movements almost imperceptible as she closed the gap between them again. Ty swung wildly, his flames carving through the air in desperate arcs, but she weaved through his attacks effortlessly, her strikes landing with brutal precision.

A sharp pain shot through Ty's wrist again, this time stronger, almost paralyzing. His vision blurred as memories surged to the surface—flashes of the boat, the strange sensation when he had first tapped into the deeper well of his power. He remembered the shock, the feeling of something breaking loose inside him, and the brief glimpse of something dark and uncontrollable.

"Focus, dammit!" he growled, shaking his head as he tried to block another of Omina's strikes. But she was relentless, her fists and feet a blur as they crashed into him from all sides. Each hit felt like a hammer blow, driving him closer to the edge.

"Is this the strength you were so proud of?" Omina taunted, her laughter ringing out as she sidestepped another of his wild swings. "Where's all that fire, Ty? Did the Demon King teach you nothing?"

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Ty's flames surged again, this time brighter and hotter, as he forced himself to his feet. "I'm not done!" he roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield. He raised both hands, the black fire coalescing into a massive serpent that writhed and roared as it lunged toward Omina. She didn't move, her golden-green aura flaring as she raised her own hands.

A torrent of water erupted from her aura, meeting the serpent head-on. The two forces collided in a deafening explosion, steam and smoke engulfing the arena as the ground beneath them cracked and splintered. Ty pushed forward, pouring more of his energy into the flames as he tried to overpower her. But Omina's aura didn't falter. If anything, it grew stronger, her elemental projection surging with untamed ferocity.

"You're desperate," she said, her voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. "I like that. Let's see what happens when we both stop holding back."

Ty's flames faltered for a moment as her words sank in. He gritted his teeth, his body trembling as he forced himself to focus. "There's no way I could lose," he growled