Infinite System Inheritor Return From The Abyss-Chapter 369 - 367: Scyte twin chain version

A heavy gust burst through the air the moment Yoora's monstrous mana arm launched forward.

Seojun barely twisted his body in time, leaning back just enough for the giant fist of chain to miss his chest—but the sheer force of it still sent a deep shockwave into the ground behind him, cracking the earth like glass and blasting dust into the air. He could feel the heat and pressure pass over his skin as he spun mid-air and landed lightly on his feet, sliding a short distance back.

Before he could fully recover, Yoora was already there again.

Her movements were much faster now—unnaturally fast—like she had become a living weapon.

She twisted her body, jumping up slightly with a rotating kick aimed at Seojun's face. The momentum of her leap caused her chains to whip around like blades. Seojun blocked the kick with his forearm, but the strength behind it was far heavier than before, pushing his feet back and forcing him to grit his teeth as the ground behind him cracked again.

Seojun grinned.

He hadn't felt this kind of pressure in a long time—not from a student.

He didn't speak, but in his heart, a small thrill began to stir. His blood rushed faster. His muscles tensed with excitement.

Then he moved.

Seojun stepped forward, sliding low, and swept Yoora's legs with a powerful kick aimed at her shin. But Yoora leapt up just before contact and used the chains like a platform—slamming them into the ground and springing off them like a spring-loaded weapon.

From the air, she raised her massive mana fist and aimed it straight down like a hammer.

Seojun crossed his arms and blocked again, skidding back from the impact, a shockwave spreading through the dirt beneath them. He used that momentum to flip backward, landing with both feet firmly on the ground, and in one smooth motion, rushed forward and ducked under her next chain strike.

He threw a clean punch—fast and precise—aiming for her ribs.

It connected.

Yoora gasped slightly, but her arms were too durable now to crumble from a single punch.

Instead of falling back, she twisted her body, grabbing Seojun's wrist with her glowing chain arm and yanked him forward toward her knee. Her knee slammed into his side, but Seojun raised his arm in time to absorb most of the hit. He coughed slightly, surprised at the weight of her blow.

Chains wrapped around her leg and extended into the ground again—acting like springs.

She spun.

Her entire body moved like a blade.

Her leg, reinforced by mana and chains, came around in a spinning side kick that cracked the wind open with a loud boom. Seojun raised both arms and caught the kick with his forearms—but the force launched him backward into the air, flipping once before he landed hard on one knee, sliding across the dust.

Seojun let out a short breath and slowly stood up again. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, a small smear of dust left there.

Then… he laughed. Just a little.

"She's actually making this fun," he muttered to himself.

[Warning: Student Yoora's output is increasing again. She is adapting fast. Her combat instincts have merged with her chain manipulation. She is evolving.]

She rushed forward again, her chains coiling around her like serpents. She used one chain as a whip, aiming at Seojun's legs, while she herself lunged forward with a punch using her normal arm this time. Seojun jumped above the whip and spun, catching her punch in his palm.

They were locked now—eye to eye, strength to strength.

Seojun tightened his grip.

"You've improved," he said.

Yoora gritted her teeth. "I told you. I'm enough to fight. I'm not weak."

Then Seojun suddenly pulled her forward and slammed his forehead lightly into hers—not hard, but enough to startle her.

"Then stop holding back and show me everything," he said with a grin, before kicking off the ground and spinning into a roundhouse kick that landed on her shoulder, sending her stumbling to the side.

Yoora recovered quickly, using her chains to anchor herself.

They both stood, breathing hard, sweat dripping down, eyes sharp.

And then, without a word, they rushed at each other again.

Fists. Chains. Feet. Elbows. Dust swirled, chains cracked the ground, and shockwaves echoed through the empty Ethereal Grounds.

Yoora stepped back, breathing hard, sweat dripping from her brow, but her eyes were locked onto Seojun with intense focus. Her hands moved with purpose, and mana surged from her body, flowing into her chains. Slowly, her weapon began to change.

The chain between her hands thickened and pulsed with energy, then at both ends, curved blades began to take form. Long, sharp, and wicked, they looked like scythe blades, each one almost as tall as her. The weapon was now like a twin scythe joined by a chain—something like a chained nunchaku but far more deadly. The two blades hung heavy in the air, rotating as she swung them with one arm and caught them with the other. Sparks danced around her as she moved the weapon with ease and confidence. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"I don't need to copy anyone," Yoora said, her voice steady and proud despite the cuts and bruises still visible on her skin. "Take out your scythe, Professor. I'll show you... that I'm better with it."

Seojun looked at her for a moment, then his hand moved, The dark scythe appeared in his hand. Unlike Yoora's twin-scythed chain weapon, Seojun's scythe was singular but solid and heavy, its presence sharp enough to cut the air around it.

He spun it once in his hand, the blade carving a smooth arc through the air with a low slicing sound.

"Alright," he said, stepping forward. "Let's see who's better."

Then they clashed.

Yoora moved first—her body twisting as she threw one blade toward Seojun like a whip. The chain screamed as it flew, but Seojun ducked low and stepped forward, closing the distance quickly. The second scythe came around from behind like a spinning hook, but Seojun raised his scythe and blocked it with the handle, steel clashing against steel with a harsh spark.

She pulled the chain back, and both scythes rotated around her, guarding her body like a whirlwind.