LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 392: Skill Issue
The Great Ugor did not have formal or standardized training beyond what he was forced to endure during his time as a prince. He was strong only because he had taken power from the Underworld.
Zach, on the other hand, had trained like a madman. Day and night, forgoing rest, and eating while training or making up for not eating by relying on his world essence energy or Alzara's potions and supplements.
The Great Ugor had lived almost fifty times of Zach's lifetimes, but the time Zach had spent training was longer. While the Great Ugor had rotted away on his throne, Zach had shed blood, sweat, and tears to train.
Right now, the two of them were in a similar state. Both of them were far stronger than they were used to. Power surged through both of their bodies, elevating them to a level they hadn't seen, much less touched before.
As if that wasn't enough, Zach had another handicap. He was consumed by emotion. The pent-up thoughts, feelings, and bouts of insanity from his time as a stone statue exploded in contact with Yanael's condition, robbing him of his mental clarity.
Zach couldn't stop even if he wanted to, which he didn't. He saw no reason why he shouldn't throw himself into this rage and let it take the reins. He welcomed it.
The Great Ugor was strong but clumsy. It wasn't noticeable against a weaker opponent since he had the sheer strength to make his clumsiness a non-issue.
But Zach, even when devoured and transformed into a killing machine by his rage, was perfect. His muscle memory guided the body strengthened beyond its limits by the world essence energy. His movements weren't flawless. Not yet, at least.
Against an opponent who could rival his strength, the Great Ugor's clumsiness was blaringly apparent.
Zach toyed with him.
Every attack the Great Ugor lashed out, Zach easily thwarted before returning a kick to whatever part of the Great Ugor looked juicy.
Best of all?
The Great Ugor regenerated. He healed every injury he received in a matter of seconds. It was great.
Zach could do whatever he wanted, and the Great Ugor would be fine just a few moments later.
Even better than that?
The Great Ugor felt pain.
He suffered both from the wounds he received and when they healed.
He was an underworlder now, but one of the only times he was beaten was when he failed his rebellion. He had felt pain before his descent into the Underworld. But after taking the throne from the Daughter, he had only felt pain a few times, the worst of which being when the Daughter tried to take the gem.
The pain Zach was inflicting didn't even come close to that level of pain. But that pain had flashed for a moment before disappearing.
Zach's attacks were unrelenting. He aimed for the Great Ugor's weak spots. He broke shins, shattered knees, and bent his joints and fingers too far in the wrong direction. He even managed to bite off the Great Ugor's nose once before spitting it back in his face.
The Great Ugor was only imagining it, but he saw Zach's mocking smile as the nose reattached itself. He was mocking the Great Ugor's regeneration ability.
The Great Ugor couldn't stand it. The regeneration was as much physical torture as it was mental. It was the only reason he could still move around and try to flee from Zach, but it was also the only reason why he still had to do that.
If he just stopped regenerating, Zach would stop breaking his bones repeatedly. Of course, it also meant he would die sooner, which the Great Ugor didn't want.
But he didn't know what to do.
The Great Ugor looked toward the exit. It might be worth trying to flee. He knew the tunnels better than Zach.
He would need to return someday since he was tied to the Underworld now, but Zach wouldn't be able to lie in wait forever. He would need to take care of his familiars. As soon as he left, the Great Ugor could just close up the Underworld and hide until Zach died of old age or forgot about him.
The Great Ugor made a mistake.
He looked toward the entrance. He didn't think about how that might appear in Zach's eyes.
To Zach, it looked like the Great Ugor was looking at his familiars.
The rage that had cooled down at the satisfaction of seeing the Great Ugor's suffering and panic grew red hot. World essence energy swept around Zach's body, unable to be contained by such a feeble vessel. It blew away the underworld energy as Zach suddenly appeared in front of the Great Ugor.
Zach walked on the air, towering over the Great Ugor.
He reached out a skeletal hand toward the exit. He waved with his fingers as if asking for something.
The Great Ugor wondered what was going on as his eyes darted around, looking for an escape or somethnig to overturn the situation.
Nothing happened with Zach's hand. Zach impatiently turned around. He looked straight into the exit.
"I know you're there. Give me what I want." Zach's voice cut through the throne room and the darkness of the tunnel leading to the fifth layer. The Great Ugor flinched at the cold voice. But Zach wasn't looking at or talking to him.
A sigh slipped out from the tunnel before a one-handed man, accompanied by Monolith stepped out with a tiny black bag in his hand.
"This?" He waved the bag lightly. It was made of the same black cloth that the underworlders used to conceal or seal underworld energy.
Zach just looked at the man, his hand still outstretched.
"What, not even a please?" The man teased before tossing it over. Zach caught it and turned around only to discover that while he had pointed his attention into the tunnel, the Great Ugor had slipped to the side and stuck his hand into the ground.
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Zach frowned.
The Great Ugor might have gone crazy from panic and pain, but he wouldn't stick his hand in there for no reason.
He wasn't doing it for no reason.
A moment later, he pulled his hand out. In it was a beating black and green heart. While locking his crazy eyes with Zach's, the Great Ugor ate the heart.