Rebirth Of The Bastard Spirit Summoner

"Simple flow technique, warrior's fist!"

Stark's palm slammed into the mimics armour, causing it to ring loudly, the dust around them blew backwards and a bright glow erupted from where his palm had made contact.

Yet…

It was completely unharmed.

Kabaka stared down at him, bringing back the mace for another strike but Stark had curved behind him.

He dug his heel into the back of the monster's knee, his hands glowed once more as he drove his palm into its back, and then finally, he delivered a heavy kick to its side.

But even after all the attacks…

"What the hell?"

Even after that, the armour had not even been dented in the slightest. Whispering ash could not cut it, the warrior's fist did minimal damage, his swords were useless and his fists were just as bad.

'How do I bring it down?!'

The question coiled around his mind unanswered as Kabaka lunged.

Stark jumped back, darting to the side as the mace exploded into the ground and proceeded to continue dodging more and more strikes.

But Kabaka was moving like a mad horse, no restraints in his attacks, no pause in his strikes. Just pure unrestrained violence.

And soon, Stark would become a victim if he didn't figure something out.

As the spiked mace cut past his head, one of the spikes cutting a large wound on his forehead, Stark realised something.

Chubby was no longer healing him…

He glanced at him in the distance, noticing how weak he looked. Although he was still golden, his glow was barely visible and his body was fading.

Chubby was running out of mana.

Stark could even feel that the buffs were seconds away from expiring.

"Damn it!"

Whoosh!

Kabaka's foot whistled past his face and Stark gritted his teeth. He could see the foot swiftly passing him, the raindrops dripping from its robust frame and the glint of its mace as it came down.

Then lightning flashed above them.

For a second, the world seemed to slow down. Each second was drawn out, each breath lasting for far too long but each thought racing like a horse in a derby.

That was when it clicked in his mind. Like a bulb lighting up a dark room.

Stark spat out blood as he dodged to the side, the mace colliding into the ground and splashing mud on his shirt—

Then stepped on the mace and raced along its pole, charging towards the beast.

Kabaka took a step back, unsure of what to do. It could not exactly throw the mace since it was a part of its body and yet it had to get rid of Stark.

And so with a guttural screech, Kabaka launched him into the air, like the projectile of a catapult…

It was perfect, far too perfect.

As the last embers of the buff were seconds away from fizzling away, Stark reached for his core.

He pushed his internal energy, rotating it around his body violently. He continued, increasing the speed and intensity up until he could feel the energy burning him from the inside out.

He breathed out and his breaths came out steamy.

The energy turned to lightning within his veins and his body turned red from overheat.

And then his energy spoke to the warm, calling the elements and the lignting above.

There was only one move in his arsenal that could save him from Kabaka, an attack he had reserved for the worst possible conditions.

It was something that could only be used in special conditions. A storm? The top of a mountain? It was just too perfect.

With a desperate scream, Stark called into the world and it answered.

Lightning whistled down, tearing through the clouds and evaporating the rain as it collided with him, electrifying his insides.

The force of the lightning flung him down like a comet, his body charging right at Kabaka.

Stark's eyes were wide as he drew his arm back, he sucked in a breath only to breath out steam.

He had practiced this move countless times now, and yet was he confided that he could land it?

'Just this once, Even if this is the only time…'

"I have to land this hit!"

Vwoooosh!

Lightning circled around his body like an electric serpent and then it exploded out of his back, a violent surge of lightning that cascaded onto the skies.

And down came more lighting bolts, joining it and coalescing into a menacing form…

A figure that causes even Kabaka to kneel.

Behind Stark the lighting had formed the image of a ferocious dragon mid snarl, its jaws wide open.

Stark let out a battle cry the moment he reached Kabaka, unloading his fist with more force than necessary. "Lighting, Strike!"

Bang!

The dragon descended with a devastation worthy of recognition.

The earth simmered, burning at the point of impact and creating a shockwave that enveloped the entire mountain peak.

Rocks were shattered, trees burnt to ash and mud evaporated.

As for Kabaka, all that remained was blacked charcoal, its body crumbing to ash a second later.

The last of the golden aura fled Stark's body and he coughed out blood, clutching onto his chest tightly.

Chubby had returned back into his soul, due to lack of mana and his body, although not as bad as when he first attempted lightning strike, was in a terrible state.

Stark crawled through the ash that reminded of the mountain, the rain returning with even more force.

He paused and opened his mouth, allowing a few drops to say he his thirst and calm his burning body then proceeded.

His goal was just a few feet away from him… right atop the mimics burned corpse was a glistening glass like shard.

A spirit core, his only salvation.

Once he finally got to it, he grabbed it immediately, cradling it in his hands just before he crushed it.

The essence suddenly invaded his body, filling him with so much energy that he gasped. Then his artifact materialized, once again glowing with terrible black flames.

The word went dark.