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𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘚 | ɪɴᴛᴇʀ-ɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴇxᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - 14

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Aarush sprinted towards Makaruna, weaving between debris as he closed the distance.

He moved in a blur, his footsteps barely touching the ground, and just as he was about to collide with Makaruna head-on, he dashed behind it in a flash of motion.

With all his strength, he delivered a powerful punch to Makaruna's back.

But it was like hitting an iron wall-his fist made contact, yet Makaruna barely budged, as if it hadn't even registered the blow.

Before Aarush could recover, Makaruna reached out, gripping him with hands that felt like steel clamps.

With a terrifying strength, Makaruna began slamming Aarush into the ground over and over again, each impact shaking the earth beneath them.

Aarush felt the crushing weight, but in a split second, he channeled his energy, manipulating his blood to fill the spaces around his arms and torso, creating a slick, crimson coating.

The blood acted as a lubricant, allowing him to slip free from Makaruna's relentless grip.

As soon as he broke free, Aarush retaliated with a swift kick to Makaruna's side, followed by a hard punch to its chest.

Makaruna didn't flinch.

Aarush leapt backward, summoning more energy.

He knew he had to escalate his attacks if he was going to make an impact on this seemingly invincible creature.

"Alright, let's see how you handle this,"

Aarush muttered, channeling his blood manipulation into his third variation.

"[ 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 ! ]"

He unleashed a cloud of blood shards, each one honed to a deadly sharpness, encircling Makaruna like a swarm of angry red wasps.

The shards sliced through the air, but just as they were about to make contact, Makaruna absorbed them effortlessly.

Aarush's own attack was turned back against him, the blood swarm now hurtling in his direction with even greater force.

He quickly manipulated the swarm, dispersing the shards to avoid injury.

Aarush leaped back, putting some distance between him and Makaruna.

"If it can absorb my attacks and throw them back at me, then I need to up my game,"

he thought, eyes narrowing with determination.

With a swift movement, he conjured his fourth crimson variation.

"[ 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞 ! ]"

A huge spiked bat, forged from his blood, materialized in his hands.

The weapon glowed a deep red, its surface radiating with deadly energy.

Aarush swung the bat with all his might, smashing it down onto Makaruna with a powerful blow.

The impact sent a wave of blood splattering across Makaruna's chest, but as the crimson liquid dripped away, Aarush saw that the creature remained unscathed.

"This is bad..."

Aarush murmured, pulling back, eyes widening in shock.

"The fourth variant itself could have taken out 500 men standing together. Just how strong are you?"

Makaruna seemed almost amused, tilting its head slightly, as if mocking Aarush's efforts.

Aarush clenched his fists, frustration building within him.

He knew he was dealing with something far beyond the ordinary.

He had anticipated a tough fight, but Makaruna's resilience was proving to be more than he had prepared for.

"This monster can absorb and nullify everything I throw at it,"

he thought, pacing slowly around Makaruna, analyzing the creature's every move.

"It's not just resilient. Every attack I use, it absorbs, learns from, and reflects back with greater strength."

He took a deep breath, feeling the strain of the battle weighing on him.

Sweat dripped down his face, mingling with the blood he had summoned, which now coated his body like a second skin.

His heart pounded in his chest as he sized up Makaruna once more, strategizing his next move.

Aarush crouched low, gathering energy as he considered his options.

He couldn't keep throwing variations at Makaruna if each one was simply going to be absorbed and rendered useless.

He had to find a way to bypass its ability, to land a blow that would actually do some damage.

"But how? It's body was not just tough; it was almost like a sponge, soaking up everything thrown at it and then hardening itself against those very attacks."

"I can't let this drag on too long,"

he thought.

"If it keeps absorbing all my techniques, I'll run out of options. I have to find a weakness... but where?"

He took another step back, his eyes scanning Makaruna for any sign of vulnerability.

Then an idea sparked in his mind.

"Maybe it absorbs my techniques by making contact with them. If that's the case, I need to find a way to attack without it having the chance to absorb."

Aarush quickly formulated a plan.

He raised his hand, focusing on his blood manipulation.

Instead of a direct attack, he began to create a fine mist of blood, spreading it around Makaruna.

The mist hung in the air, tiny droplets catching the light as they surrounded the beast.

Aarush manipulated the blood to remain airborne, forming a delicate web around Makaruna.

Makaruna seemed confused by the tactic, looking around as if trying to assess the threat.

Aarush grinned. "If you absorb direct attacks, let's see how you handle something more indirect."

He shifted the mist, controlling it with precise movements, making the tiny droplets converge on Makaruna from all sides.

It was a slow, insidious attack, one that didn't rely on brute force but instead aimed to infiltrate and disrupt.

The droplets began to seep into Makaruna's body, bypassing its absorption defense by spreading the impact across countless minuscule points.

Makaruna shuddered, reacting to the intrusion as it seemed to struggle with the technique.

Aarush watched carefully, noting the subtle signs of distress in Makaruna's movements.

It wasn't much, but it was enough to confirm that the mist was affecting it, however, Aarush's face has nullified with reactions.

Aarush: "it started to react now."

"Does this mean all my other four variants has simply been absorbed and repelled without it's will?"

"How weaker should that variants has to be against this bitch."

To Be Continued...