OLD-WORLD EXTRA

Chapter 112: Brawler



"AAAAARRGGGH!"

Henry incoherently screamed as he fired a volley of shots at Emir, appearing to have recharged his augmented suit with another energy pack.

Emir easily blocked all of his shots with his Aetheric shield, not bothering to dodge the barrage, knowing that it wouldn't damage him in the slightest.

He couldn't return fire as his shield would block his bullets, so he unsheathed his daggers and went in close, aiming for a melee battle.

Henry appeared surprised at Emir's Aether capacity as he screamed:

"HOW MUCH AETHER DO YOU FUCKING HAVE?!!"

Emir snickered at his remark and stepped in front of him.

Henry let go of his weapons as his fists went wild with Aether.

'So a brawler, huh?' Emir thought as he swung down his daggers, aiming at Henry's chest.

His daggers were blocked by Henry as he held his arms in front of him, forming an X, a makeshift-like shield, with his hands.

Emir then stepped back to disengage and began analyzing Henry's fighting style in slow motion.

The first thing that stood out to him was that Henry looked like to be relying heavily on his physical strength, using Aether only to enhance his punches and blocks, quite typical of his easily angered and oblivious personality.

Emir smirked, knowing that he could easily outmaneuver him.

He then dodged and sidestepped around Henry's continuous and wild punches, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Henry, on the other hand, was growing increasingly frustrated with Emir's evasive tactics.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"You can't keep running forever!" He bellowed, charging towards Emir with his fists clenched.

Emir waited until the last possible moment before sidestepping and delivering a swift kick to Henry's side.

The blow sent Henry reeling, but he quickly regained his footing.

Their eyes locked again as they both stepped back, each trying to predict the other's next

move.

The only sound that could be heard was the faint whisper of their breaths.

"RAAAAAAAH!"

Henry broke the silence with a sudden deafening roar, charging towards Emir with a fury that shook the very foundation of the shelf they stood on.

They trembled and threatened to collapse under his weight as he closed the distance between them, his fists raised and ready to strike.

Emir stood his ground, his Aetheric shield shimmering with power as he braced himself for the impact.

The two fighters clashed in a blur of movement, dodging and weaving, their blows raining down on each other with deadly force.

Every hit was like a thunderbolt, shaking the shelves and sending chunks of wood flying in all directions.

And then, with a fierce cry, Henry charged again, his fists glowing with Aether as he aimed for Emir's head.

Emir narrowly dodged the blow, but the shelf behind him wasn't as lucky, collapsing in a shower of splinters.

The room was in chaos, and the air was thick with dust and debris.

But that didn't faze Emir, as he instantly swept Henry's legs out from under him with a well- timed kick.

Henry hit the ground hard, but he was quick to recover with a roll.

Standing back up, he lunged towards Emir, attempting to grab him in a bear hug.

But something as slow as that would be easily seen by Emir.

So instead of fighting against Henry in something that he knew he would fail at, he simply walked off the ledge of the shelf and grabbed it.

And using his momentum from the fall, he threw himself behind Henry.

While flying through the air, he chanted:

"Aetheric Blades."

Reaching Henry's back, he swung his daggers once more, aiming to shred his opponent.

However, Henry's augmented suit force shield was strong enough to protect him.

Which caused Emir to be pushed back as his attack was bounced off, and although Henry took no damage, he still stumbled forward because of the force behind the swing.

Emir took that opportunity and rushed forward once again, but Henry quickly turned around while picking himself back up.

"IRON FIST!"

Henry chanted as he took a stance with Aether quickly gathered into his fist and punched the air in Emir's direction.

The force of his punch almost sent Emir flying off the shelf.

However, instead of defending against the attack, he used it and let himself float to the back as he landed on a nearby shelf, creating some distance between them.

He pulled out his weapon and held the trigger.

Although Emir had great Aether reserves compared to those he ranked the same as they were still quite minimal, and he used almost all of it in his fight with Noah and the constant shields

he proped up.

So now his only option was to use his Aetherstorm Launcher and Aetheric Blades ability to kill

his opponent.

The weapon whirled as it let out a white beam of light, which instantly reached Henry.

But he managed to block the blast while it pushed him off the shelves by the sheer force of it.

Emir rushed at him and jumped down.

His daggers shined as he chanted, "Aetheric Blades," once again.

The air crackled with tension as the daggers lit up with a dark, ominous hue.

With fast movements, Emir reached Henry and swung the deadly blades towards the brawler,

who was still reeling from the impact of crashing into the ground.

Henry tried to block the attack with his hands, but he was too slow.

Emir's first slash was deflected by Henry's augmented suit, but the Aetheric Duelist was unfazed as he swung the dagger at Henry once again.

And with a sickening sound, the dagger broke through Henry's defense and gutted his chest

open.

"GAH!"

Emir's face was splattered with blood, but he ignored it.

He took this chance and plunged his daggers deep into Henry's heart.

"YOUUUU..."

The brawler screamed as he tried to fight back with his last ounce of strength, but it was

futile.

All he could manage was a feeble push to Emir's face, a pathetic attempt at a punch.

And as Henry's eyes went lifeless, Emir stood over him, watching with a smile.

The silence soon returned to the ruin as he took a deep breath while savoring his victory like

usual.

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