From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals-Chapter 593 Head on a swivel

Ty gasped, the pain radiating through his ribs, the sword still burning against his skin. He tried to stand, his legs trembling beneath him, the weight of the blade almost too much to bear. He could feel the power coursing through him, the strength that wasn't his own. It was intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

"You're just a puppet," the mocking voice echoed in his mind, the words biting, taunting. Ty shook his head, trying to push the voice away, his focus narrowing on Alexander.

Alexander didn't waste any time. He stepped forward, his eyes locked on Ty, his body emanating a cold, unyielding energy. He raised his hand, his fingers curling slightly, and Ty could feel it—the air around them seemed to shift, the ground beneath his feet trembling as Alexander's second skill came into play.

Bio-Kinetic Aura. The energy around Alexander pulsed, the ground cracking beneath his feet as he channeled the kinetic force around him. The air seemed to grow heavy, every movement carrying a weight behind it. Ty could feel it, the pressure building, pushing against him, the force almost unbearable.

Alexander moved, his fist cutting through the air with precision. Ty swung the sword, the blade meeting Alexander's punch once more, but this time, the force behind it was different. The impact sent Ty reeling, his feet slipping in the mud, his body struggling to keep up with the overwhelming power Alexander was unleashing.

Alexander followed up with another strike, his fist moving in a blur. Ty barely had time to react, the sword coming up just in time to block, the metal clanging as the blow connected. The power behind it was immense, the force driving Ty back, his feet dragging through the dirt.

Ty grunted, the pain in his arm intensifying as the sword's power flared. He could feel it, the blade almost alive, its hunger insatiable. It was as if the sword was feeding off the battle, the conflict fueling its power. Ty swung again, his muscles straining, his body pushed to its limits.

Alexander dodged, his form blurring as he sidestepped, his hand coming up in a sweeping arc. Ty barely saw it coming, the blow connecting with his shoulder, the force sending him spinning. He hit the ground hard, the sword clattering beside him, its glow dimming as if in protest.

"Get up, Ty," Alexander said, his voice cold, devoid of any emotion. He stepped forward, his presence imposing, his gaze fixed on Ty. "Is this all you've got?"

Ty gritted his teeth, his fingers curling around the hilt of the sword. He pushed himself up, his arm trembling from the weight of the blade, his muscles screaming in protest. He looked up, his gaze locking with Alexander's, the determination in his eyes unwavering.

Alexander smirked, his form blurring once again. He closed the distance in an instant, his fist aimed at Ty's midsection. Ty swung the sword, the blade meeting the incoming punch, sparks flying as they clashed. The power behind Alexander's strike sent Ty skidding back, his body barely holding together under the relentless onslaught.

Suddenly, a voice crackled in Ty's ear. "Ty! Tap your golden bracelet in a few seconds!" John's voice came through, faint but clear.

Ty's eyes widened, his gaze flicking to Alexander, then down to the bracelet on his wrist. He took a deep breath, his hand moving towards it, his fingers brushing against the metal. He could feel the power within the bracelet, the energy waiting to be unleashed.

Alexander's fist came down, the air around them seeming to shatter with the force. Ty closed his eyes, his fingers tightening around the bracelet, his mind focused on John's words.

"Now!" the voice echoed in his ear.

Alexander slid in, his fist aimed to deliver a crushing blow, but Ty vanished in an instant, just like the previous opponent he had tapped. Alexander's strike hit nothing but air, the force of the blow dispersing with a powerful gust. Confusion clouded Alexander's face as he straightened, eyes sweeping the now empty space. He gritted his teeth, frustration gnawing at him as the pieces of what had just happened began to come together in his mind.

The golden bracelet, the strange vanishing—there was a pattern, and Alexander was beginning to see it. But whatever the reason, the fact remained: Ty had escaped him for now. An unsettling emptiness settled in his gut. Time was slipping through his fingers. He couldn't let himself be distracted. The King was still in play, and Alexander knew he needed to strike before more complications arose.

He turned, eyes narrowing as they locked onto the distant castle door. His jaw clenched, determination hardening his expression. He needed to end this, needed to fulfill his purpose here. Without a second thought, he lunged forward, his form blurring as he sped towards the entrance, the wind whipping past him.

Alexander's green aura began to dissipate as he stood victorious, his chest heaving from the intensity of the battle. He cast a glance at the clearing where the combat had just unfolded, a glimmer of satisfaction passing through his eyes. But as the dust settled, his thoughts were already shifting, drawn away from his triumph by the distant sound of chaos.

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Across the vast expanse of the battlefield, the sounds of combat echoed—metal clashing, the crackle of fire, and the rhythmic thud of shifting earth. Yun-Jin stood, eyes narrowed, his stance wide, facing two approaching opponents: Rosana and Waddle. The ground beneath him seemed to pulse with energy, the vibrations traveling outward like the beat of a war drum.

Waddle advanced, each step causing a faint tremor. His gaze locked on Yun-Jin, determination etched into his expression. Behind him, Rosana followed, her eyes blazing with excitement, flames flickering at her fingertips, her fox ears twitching beneath her hood.

Yun-Jin drew in a breath, feeling his power surge. His skin hardened, darkening to a rocky texture as he muttered, "Stone Skin," his body becoming a living fortress. He watched, waiting, knowing they would come at him full force.

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Waddle gave a nod to Rosana. "Ready?" His voice was low, his muscles tensed.