NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 267: Michael’s Grit

Bright white projectiles emerged out of John and streaked towards Michael.

Michael’s eyes widened as he saw the projectiles coming towards him. He ducked and rolled to the side, narrowly missing the attack.

"You’re not so tough, John. I’m going to end you right here, right now!" Michael shouted, charging at John with his fists raised.

John clicked his tongue. ’I can’t use Artillery Strike against someone so fast.’

He raised his hand and released a deafening shockwave to create some distance between them. He focused on Michael’s figure and willed Appraisal into view.

[Michael ??]

[Age: ??]

[Strength: 75.1]

[Vitality: 25]

[Agility: 83]

[Energy: 53.2]

Whatever it was that Michael swallowed, it had almost doubled his stats.

John shook his head and took a deep breath, focusing on his own energy. He could feel it surging through his body, and he knew that he could take Michael down with everyone’s help.

Michael rushed towards him, his hands outstretched, but John was ready.

He enveloped himself in his Haze Veil and vanished from Michael’s sight.

"Where are you? Coward!" Michael shouted.

He glanced around, trying to locate John, but he couldn’t find him.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his back as Zara appeared behind him, her swords slashing at his back.

Michael stumbled forward and turned towards her, but John emerged from the shadows and struck him with a powerful kick to the chest.

Michael grunted and flew back, hitting the ground hard.

He groaned and got to his feet, his eyes darting from one side to another.

Michael’s men rushed to his side and regrouped.

They were ready to attack, but Elaine stepped in the middle.

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"Michael! You said you wouldn’t kill him!" She yelled.

"Shut up, bitch! Get out of the way!" Michael snarled, pushing her to the side.

"No! I’m not letting you kill him!"

"Get out of the way, Elaine!"

She shook her head, her eyes burning with determination.

"Fine! We’ll do it the hard way then," Elained said, pulling out her sword and rushing towards him.

The sound of steel clashing echoed through the park as they fought, their blades clashing with each strike.

John’s people joined the fray, and soon, the battle was raging all around them.

John’s eyes narrowed as he observed the fight. He couldn’t afford to lose. Michael’s gain in stats was significant, and he couldn’t underestimate him.

’There’s only one way I can defeat him. I’ll have to use all of my women’s buffs. Celeste’s Stat Syphon should prove useful.’

John closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, feeling his stats rise as his Haze Veil disappeared. His muscles bulged with the power of Muscle Strengthening and a faint glow enveloped him with the power of Julia’s Strength Buff.

He turned around and shared a glance with Julia. She nodded and aimed her hands at him. As she did, he could feel his Agility increasing thanks to Julia’s Agility Buff.

’This should be enough. I can beat him if I use Stat Syphon. As a last resort, I can use Berserker’s Rage.’

John’s feet hit the dirt with a force that sent a spray of grass and dirt flying up around him. His face was twisted in a determined grimace, his bulging muscles showing through his shirt as he prepared to strike.

"Shockwave," he muttered before he was propelled forwards by the blast of his own skill and travelled across the battlefield at breakneck speed.

Michael’s eyes widened in surprise as John’s dagger flashed in the sunlight, and he quickly raised his arms to block the incoming strike. The power of the blow sent him flying backwards, and he landed on the ground with a grunt.

"Damn, that was close. You’re stronger than you look, John," he spat, rising to his feet and dusting himself off.

’The best thing about this Stat Syphon skill is that you don’t realise you’ve been affected by it until you start to lose strength,’ John thought to himself and smirked.

He didn’t respond, instead stepping forward and delivering a swift kick to Michael’s ribs, but Michael blocked it with a wicked grin on his face.

"You didn’t think it would be this easy, did you? I have a few tricks up my sleeve too, John," he said, pulling out a strange object and throwing it at him.

Before John could react, the object exploded in a shower of sparks and shrapnel, sending him flying backwards.

"Damn," he groaned as he landed on the ground and struggled to get back up.

"Bad move, Michael," John spat as he staggered to his feet, his body battered and bruised.

"You can’t beat me at long distances," he said as he charged up his Artillery Strike.

John’s body glowed and dozens of bolts of energy shot towards Michael, hitting him squarely in the chest.

He gasped and rolled to the sides, then backwards, then to the sides again. Michael struggled to dodge the bolts, but his speed and agility were not enough to avoid the attack completely.

Finally, a bolt hit him in the shoulder, and he cried out in pain.

"You bastard!" He roared as he struggled to his feet.

John smiled and shrugged.

"Come on, Michael. You should know better than to underestimate me," he said, preparing his next attack.

"I’m not letting you!" Michael roared as he lunged at John. He allowed some of the artillery to hit him. It was a good trade-off for closing the distance with John.

John smirked as he saw the invisible threads connecting Michael and him as the Stat Syphon began to drain Michael. It wasn’t immediate, but he could feel his strength growing.

As he drew near, Michael’s fist crackled with electricity and swung towards John.

With a roar of determination, Michael’s fist crashed into John’s raised arm with brute force. But to his disbelief, John’s arm remained unfazed, as if made of solid steel. The impact sent a shockwave of pain through Michael’s hand, causing him to stumble back in surprise.