Chapter 68: Desperate fight.

Words : 1066 Updated : Sep 19th, 2025

As the heavy footsteps drew nearer, Rex could finally make out the hulking silhouette of the Khryssari Champion emerging from the swirling sands. The creature's green-glowing eyes narrowed with cruel delight as he stopped just out of reach. "Kukuku... this inferior being turned out to be far more entertaining than I expected. He has my praise," the champion sneered before casually tossing Carlos's limp body to the ground in front of Rex. Rex's heart lurched. Carlos lay sprawled in the sand, his helmet cracked, one arm missing, blood staining his battered armor. "Carlos!" he choked, rage and horror flooding his voice. "Focus, Rex!" Cleo's voice rang in his ear, sharp and steady. "He's still alive. But if you want him to stay that way, you need to finish this. Now." Rex clenched his fists, breathing heavily, his gaze never leaving the Khryssari Champion. "Cleo... all I need to do is hold onto this device, right? And you said it's made from materials that can withstand big explosions?" "Yes, why do you ask?" Cleo's voice wavered, sensing something reckless in his tone. Rex smirked, ignoring the pain and fatigue gnawing at his body. With a surge of strength, he wrapped his arms around the device, planting his feet firmly in the sand. Muscles straining, he began to lift, pulling it from the ground with a primal roar that echoed across the battlefield. The electromagnetic field reacted instantly, weighing down on him like a crushing, invisible force, trying to pin him in place. "Rex! Wait! This is too dangerous. Stop it!" Cleo's voice was panicked now as she watched his vitals spike, red alerts flashing all over her screen. The strain on his body was intense, his heart rate soaring, blood vessels straining, but Rex's focus was unbreakable. "Kukuku... What are you trying to accomplish now, little human?" The Khryssari Champion mocked, striding closer, his massive fists flexing. "Do you wish for death? I would be delighted to oblige." Rex ignored him, teeth gritted, veins bulging in his neck as he fought against the electromagnetic pressure. Just as the Champion closed in, barely a meter away, Rex finally wrenched the device free from the ground and swung it with every ounce of strength he had left. The makeshift weapon smashed into the champion's face with a satisfying crack, sending the towering creature staggering back. "How's that, you ugly bastard?" Rex roared, his voice filled with fury. Without missing a beat, he swung the device again, aiming for the champion's chest. But this time, the Khryssari was ready. He caught the heavy device with one massive clawed hand, stopping it dead in its tracks. "Kukuku... using the very trap I set for you as a weapon. Clever... and amusing," the champion sneered, his grip tightening on the device. "But I wonder... how long you can keep up this charade!" With a snarl, he drove his fist into Rex's face, the impact ringing out like thunder. Rex staggered but didn't back down. He spat blood and grinned defiantly. "Is that it? You hit like a damn child!" He swung his fist, smashing it into the champion's face in return, feeling his knuckles crack against the creature's unyielding exoskeleton. The champion chuckled, unfazed, as if Rex's defiance amused him. "Kukuku... your pathetic provocations mean nothing, human. Why should I care what a weaker creature thinks?" He drove his fist into Rex's jaw again, each blow resonating like the beat of a war drum. The two clashed, exchanging brutal punches, locked in a savage contest of endurance. Blow after blow, Rex's vision began to blur, his breaths turning ragged. He could feel his strength draining, his body reaching its limit. Rex fumbled with his helmet, blood obscuring his view. With a hiss, he deactivated it, feeling the hot wind whip against his face. His long, dark hair fell across his eyes, streaked with golden blood. "Rex," Cleo's voice crackled in his ear, softer now. "I'm redirecting energy to start healing you, but it's going to drain your strength. You'll barely be at half power, and overdrive is off the table." He coughed, wincing. "That's fine... just patch me up. The bald idiot's going to need help before he ends up uglier than he already is." "Take care, Rex." Cleo's voice faded, and with it, the familiar HUD in his eyes blink out. He could feel his strength slipping; his powerful frame weakened, but he wasn't about to let that stop him. He had to fight the champion once more alone. With a wry smirk, Rex forced himself to his feet, gritting his teeth against the pain. He wasn't alone. He never had been. Even as a kid, there had always been someone watching his back. Staggering forward, he spotted the device still intact and humming with power. He gripped it, feeling its familiar weight in his hands, and set off on a stumbling run toward the brutal fight between Carlos and the Khryssari champion. Carlos was holding his ground, barely, but the champion was relentless, pressing him back with savage blows. With all the strength he had left, Rex lunged, swinging the device at the back of the Khryssari's knee. The champion grunted, forced down onto one knee, momentarily vulnerable. "Now, baldy!" Rex roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield. Carlos shot him a wild grin. "Took you long enough, you fancy-haired princess!" With a defiant laugh, he powered up his hammer, the weapon crackling with energy, and brought it down in a devastating arc onto the champion's face. The K. Champion staggered, tumbling down the sandy slope, his body skidding and rolling across the dunes. Rex laughed through the pain, wincing as he held his bleeding side. "Looks like your ugly mug survived after all." Carlos snorted, breathing hard. "This face won't be ruined by some freak with a horn." From below, a low, menacing chuckle rumbled as the Khryssari champion rose again, his injuries already beginning to heal. "More!" he hissed, his eyes blazing with bloodlust. "Entertain me more!" Carlos tightened his grip on his hammer, his muscles tensing. "You ready for round two, Rex?" Rex took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Only if you are Carlos."

Chapter 68: Desperate fight.

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