After Stealing Hero's Mother, I Reincarnated in the Fantasy World!

Chapter 88 Fierce fight in the semi-finals

Donat doesn't waste any time.

"Taste defeat!"

He lets out a guttural roar and charges forward, his war hammer swinging in a wide arc. He intends to overwhelm Rain with raw force and aggression from the start.

Rain, calm and cool-headed, sidesteps Donat's charge with minimal movement, dodging the war hammer's swing. Clutching his sword, he delivers a series of blows at him.

Donat, unable to parry the first blow, quickly recovers and uses his war hammer to defend against Rain's swift attack. He follows up with a powerful, earth-shaking blow with his war hammer, aiming to utterly crush Rain on the spot.

Rain, anticipating the hammer's impact, channels his faint golden aura into Unknown Sword and uses it to deflect the blow rather than meet it head-on. The force is enough to send sparks flying, and Rain uses the small window to land a series of rapid, precise strikes, targeting Donat's exposed limbs.

This time the blade accurately found its target, but it didn't have much effect on Donat.

'Just as I thought.'

Because of his very thick body, there was no problem to hit him, but until his vital points were injured, dealing good damage to him was difficult.

Rain takes this opportunity to observe Donat's movements, looking for his weaknesses.

Donat, however, seemed almost oblivious to the superficial wounds. His lips were contorted into a smirk, a crude expression of his confidence. He lunged forward again, his movements even more furious.

"Prepare to eat the earth, pretty boy!"

As Rain shifted his weight, preparing to repel Donat's predictable attack as before, he felt the solid ground vanish beneath his feet.

A slight wave of disorientation washed over him. Reacting on pure instinct, he changed the angle of his blade at the last possible moment, managing to parry Donat's powerful attack and create some much needed distance.@@@@

Missing its intended target, the massive warhammer struck the ground with a loud thud. Or at least, it should have.

Where the hammer fell, just like where Rein had just stood, the grey surface of the battlefield lost its color and shape, turning into a puddle of viscous mud.

With confidence from his ever-increasing terrain advantage, Donat further increased his pressure.

Rain, in stark contrast, moves with a calm and efficiency.

He intercepts Donat's charge with a sidestep, as best he can on the quicksand surface of the arena, avoiding the brunt of the attack. The heavy warhammer slams into the ground, creating a small tremor, but Rain is already in motion. The rapid exchange of blows continues.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

As their weapons meet, the sounds of steel against steel and clashing auras echoing throughout the arena. Read latest stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Donat continued his domain expansion, a tide of mud reshaping the entire arena. The once solid battlefield was rapidly turning into a swamp, dramatically increasing his advantage.

"Eat my mud, boy!"

Rain felt the last hard ground beneath his feet becoming increasingly liquid and quicksand, as if wanting to swallow him whole.

'It's really annoying.'

With another glance at his opponent's smug smirk, Rain made his decision.

With a honed motion, he parried his war hammer aside with a heap of sparks. When Donat, whose hammer had again missed its target and hit the ground, was briefly confused, Rain closed his eyes for a moment.

Then, he reached for it. A thin thread of force connected him to the Fading Star Technique he had learned the day before. A subtle, almost imperceptible force that governed all things: gravity.

He focused not on the mud itself, but on himself. On his own mass, his own weight.

He had never used this power on himself before, but his senses told him he was capable of it.

The sensation was subtle, almost imperceptible. It wasn't about eliminating gravity, but about harmonizing with it, about becoming one with the force that bound him to the earth.

A lightness in his limbs, a lessening of the pressure on his feet. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, allowing him to move with greater ease, with greater freedom.

When Rain opened his eyes a moment later, he was no longer sinking in the viscous mud.