Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

battleground. Both had narrowed eyes full of self-confidence; glints of light reflected from their eyes. The first, standing in front, was a tall, lithe individual whose eyes seemed to pierce one's very soul. "Remember my name, Sarah. I am Kael, the blade that shall end your run of the Ascendancy."

"And this be Tharn and me, ya'll be seeing us in yon nightmares after today," added his companion in a deep-throated chuckle, a warrior who was equally burly, with arms like steel cables.

Without further ado, Kael and Tharn launched their assault. Kael, true to his reputation, opens a series of razor-sharp blows against vital points, moving with a grace and precision that is deadly.

She was focused, and two of his strikes she got to land on the arm guard, clashing them together to make that metallic clinking sound.

Not to be outdone, Thjson was exuding all the brutishness with his powerful punches, each supported by a battering force. Sarah tried to evade, dependent on her agility. She dodged three of Tharn's heavy blows, swaying and twisting her body just in time. But the attack was both relentless and timed. The physical attack would split between Kael and Tharn, demonstrating their special abilities. Kael's fingertips emitted sharp, blade-like energy projections, which caught Sarah by surprise, increasing his attack distance.

Despite her skillful dodging, one of Kael's energy blades nicked her shoulder, leaving a superficial but painful cut. Tharn launched a jolting punch, apparently sending shockwaves through the earth that capitalized fully on Sarah's momentary distraction. Trembling, Sarah stumbled, caught off guard by Tharn, allowing for a good shot at her side. The impact sent both fighters reeling, and Sarah was unable to regain her wind.

Sarah carefully watched each of her opponent's moves, waiting for the best moment to strike whenever a mistake was made. Kael, wielding an energy blade, executed a series of energetic attacks, displaying his overconfidence with precise strikes. Sarah danced around the battlefield, her senses on edge, effortlessly dodging the deadly beams, defying the pressure she faced.

"You can't avoid this forever, Sarah!" Kael taunted, his fingers rekindled with another round of energy projections, aiming to trap her in a relentless assault.

"Just looking for the right moment, Kael. Thanks for providing it!" Sarah replied, her focus sharp, her teeth clenched. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire

She noticed a slight overextension in Kael's stance during his energy attacks and seized the opportunity. With a burst of speed, she closed the distance between them and slipped past his barrage. Kael, caught off guard, tried to withdraw, but it was too late.

Sarah's first strike hit Kael's throat precisely, disrupting his airflow and making him gasp for breath. "Not so fast, are you?" she hissed, exploiting his temporary vulnerability.

As Kael staggered, clutching his neck, Sarah delivered a powerful blow to his groin, eliciting a strangled curse. "You'll pay for this," he gasped, his composure shattered by the sudden, intense pain.

With Kael doubled over, Sarah ended her swift attack with a well-aimed kick to his waist, sending him sprawling to the ground. The impact was so severe that it winded him, leaving him gasping and struggling to regain his senses.

The sounds of their battle filled the air: the whoosh of Sarah's movements, the crack of her strikes against Kael, and the curses and grunts of pain and effort. Tharn, momentarily sidelined, watched in frustration as Sarah took down his ally with strategic and opportunistic attacks.

Standing over Kael, Sarah caught her breath, her eyes locking with Tharn's. "One down," she said, a slight smirk on her lips, "your turn now."

Annoyed with this arrogance on Sarah's part and moved to bring retribution over the haughty woman for his fallen comrade, Tharn unleashed his final technique—the Sunlight Blast. Focusing his full power, his whole body emanated brilliant, blinding energy—the kind of severe rays that a noon-day sun would emit. The area around them started to heat up, the ground beneath their feet cracking and hissing under the immense power.

"That's it for you," Tharn bellowed, letting his voice vent up with the force of swelling energy. "Feel the wrath of the sun!"

Sarah brushed off the resilience, quick-witted nature, and relied on her genetic abilities of the serpent. Her eyes narrowed, applying that focus; her skin took on the texture of a subtle, scaly sheen as she readied herself to counter Tharn's devastating move. "Bring it on, Tharn. I'm not so easily burned," she retorted, spiraling up smoke and her body coiling with anticipatory tension. The man released the Sunlight Blast, and a brilliant white torrent of sunfire surged toward Sarah, its light casting stark shadows across the battlefield. Sarah slid across the ground with such amazing swiftness, kind of like a snake, blurring her body with a graceful, exact blur.@@novelbin@@

She dodged the lethal beams of light, which would have been able to wound the target severely, her body zigzagging through them like a serpent through tall grass.

"Can't hit what you can't catch," Sarah taunted, her voice steady despite her very body that was engaged in some dance of death. More than her agility was the ability of a serpent, with the power of increased sensory perception, which enabled her to uncannily predict and sidestep Tharn's attacks.

Tharn, increasingly frustrated by her elusiveness, stepped up his assault, the air about him seeming to shimmer from the heat of his power. "Stand still, damn you!" he cursed, becoming desperate, losing control over the attacks. Sarah noticed Tharn's growing recklessness and took an opportunity to strike back. She jumped on him, all twisting and turning body movements in serpentine patterns, so she became all but impossible to be hit. She surged forward, attacking with rapid, precise strikes at his vulnerable points.

As the battle reached its climax, Sarah prepared to unleash her ultimate serpentine ability. Suddenly, her expression firmed as she funneled all her genetic power into the left arm. And suddenly, her left arm dramatically lengthened and metamorphosed, turning into that of a giant cobra, towering up to one hundred meters in height over the battlefield. Its scales glittered balefully, its eyes shone with the predatory luster of red gold.