Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 44 - : ABYSS VS NEMESIS II

"Well, what are you going to do, surrounded like that? Guess you lose. Swordsmen are easier to deal with than the rest," Abyss said triumphantly.

"Well, on a normal occasion, yes, then you are right. But you see, the norms don't apply to me," Nemesis said, running toward Abyss.

The undead, of course, rushed toward Nemesis, attacking from all fronts. Nemesis dodged skillfully, not wanting to rely on his talent. He dodged and then slashed at an undead, delivering a critical hit. An undead jumped, its mouth wide open, preparing for a bite, but Nemesis didn't give it the opportunity. Moving to the left, he dodged the attack, and while the undead was still in the air, he slashed at its neck, leaving a deep cut. Another undead, like the previous one that jumped—a dire wolf undead—swung its claw at Nemesis, planning to slash his hand. Nemesis raised his sword and blocked the attack, kicking the undead away, then turned around and slashed at another undead.

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Nemesis was skillful, cutting down undeads one by one, reducing their numbers slowly but surely—not enough for people to notice, but enough for him to know that there was progress.

"Hmm, he's just like the last swordsman I fought, fighting the undead till his stamina bottoms out and he loses. I expected better from him, but I guess he's all bark and no bite," Abyss thought, disappointed that Nemesis was following the same steps that Dual Blade had.

Kyle watched Nemesis's display of brilliance—his sharp instincts that allowed him to escape danger, his body control, and his understanding of his opponents that let him make only minimal movements when dodging while perfectly timing each attack.

"Hmm, he is good, but I guess Abyss will win. His stamina will probably bottom out soon, and then he'll be swarmed by the undead and lose. But he was pretty good, just a bad match-up, that's all," Kyle said to no one in particular, already giving up on trying to talk to Scarlett, the lady persistent in not speaking to him at all.

"That is you judging him by the norm. He can't be judged by the norm," the silent Scarlett finally spoke to Kyle for the first time.

"Oh, you can speak. I never expected you to talk to me, you know. Thought you would remain silent and all of that," Kyle said, surprised to hear her talk.

Of course, he was unable to realize that it was Annabelle—her voice being different while talking to him. The same reason he was not aware that Nemesis was Greg when Nemesis talked to Abyss. It was quite simple, though—it was the work of magic. Well, dragon magic, or better still, dragon tongue.

"So tell me, Scarlett, that is if you are still willing to talk to me—why do you feel Nemesis will win? And what do you mean by saying I'm using the norm to judge him?" Kyle asked, trying his luck, although not expecting an answer.

But surprisingly, he got a reply again.

"Because he is Nemesis. The norms don't apply to him or anything he does."

"Wow, sounds almost like you're a fan of his," Kyle joked.

Back to the battle, Nemesis continued his relentless slashing, stabbing, cutting, and kicking of the undead—their numbers reducing slowly but surely.

Abyss couldn't help but notice an abnormality. Nemesis had been fighting for so long, but his stamina hadn't bottomed out, nor had he taken any stamina regeneration potion.

"How is this possible? You have been fighting for so long, and you still haven't emptied your stamina. It certainly doesn't make sense," Abyss shouted at the busy Nemesis.

Nemesis, after cutting down an undead, lifted his head and stared at Abyss.

"Like I said before, the norms don't apply to me," he said, stabbing a goblin undead that was trying to sneak up on him—without even bothering to look.

"Wow, show-off," Abyss muttered.

Nemesis continued fighting, killing, and killing and killing undead—their numbers no longer looking infinite or the same. Their numbers were finally reducing.

"Wow, it seems like I underestimated him. How silly of me," Abyss said, chuckling softly.

"Wow, 30 undeads left. Guess I will have to get serious. 30—just the right number within my limit to control," he said.

Nemesis swung his sword, attacking a gorilla undead. But unlike before, where his attack connected, the gorilla blocked his sword with its fist while throwing a punch with the other. Kicking the hand that tried to punch him, Nemesis was catapulted backward, away from the gorilla.

"I guess you have gotten serious and are finally controlling your pets," Nemesis said, smiling.

This time, it was Abyss doing the ignoring.

A fire-blasting undead snake spewed fireballs at Nemesis. Nemesis dodged the attack, but he was not out of danger, as a gorilla fist was already close to his face—punching toward his dodging path. Bending his upper body backward, Nemesis narrowly escaped the attack of the gorilla. Placing his hands on the ground, his upper body still bent backward, he lifted his legs—his hands acting as support—and delivered a kick to the gorilla before taking his hands off the ground and throwing a backflip in the process, landing on his feet.

"Impressive. Very impressive, if I must say," Abyss complimented, increasing the tempo of his undeads' attacks.

But still, Nemesis showed why he was number one in Apocalypse, dodging perfectly and attacking at the right moment. Soon, Abyss's undeads were reduced to just one… then zero.

"Wow, that was crazy. To kill all my undeads and still have stamina left? I mean, they were in their hundreds. How did you not get tired?" Abyss asked, curious about the answer.

It's easy. I'm a god. My stats cannot be compared to mortals," Nemesis said apathetically.

"Wow, saying cool things in an aloof way. How cool," Abyss muttered.

"But you see, that's not the end of it. I don't believe that if you face all my undeads again, you won't get tired. Rise from your slumber!" Abyss said, and the undeads all rose again.