Aetherios System [Slow Build OP MC, Isekai LitRPG/Cultivation] Chapter 229: Book 3: Chapter 80: Victories and Defeat (pt1)

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Book 3: Chapter 80: Victories and Defeat (pt1) Chapter 80: Victories and Defeat There wasn’t time to think about the others. There was no time to wonder if Garret or Holly were still on their feet, or if the Magma Queen’s fury had swallowed the rest whole. If Alex so much as flinched at the wrong moment, the Original Primal Queen would end him, and then everyone else after that. Malric formed glyphs that cracked with blinding light as he thrust a sigil forward. A bolt of lightning as thick as Alex’s leg ripped through the air, its crackling scream drowning out everything else. It slammed into the Queen, only for her to raise a wing and take the strike on the appendage. Electricity arced over her body, grounding out through the dirt as if it were nothing more than rainwater rolling off of a stone. In the meantime Karsali’s blade grew even larger with writhing golden flames, the flare becoming bright enough to scare away the shadows around them. She brought it down toward the Queen’s skull with the kind of cold precision only years of battle experience could hone. The Queen’s tail flicked once and the strike that should’ve cleaved her in two was turned aside in a riposte. The sword bit into the ground, spraying earth and stone outward. Symon circled wide around the melee. The manic mage hurled lance after lance of liquid fire at the queen even with Karsali being so close. Every shot he fired was a condensed inferno. Even so, most splashed uselessly in the distance as the Queen swayed out of their path, the ground glassing wherever they landed instead. The few that reached her were brushed aside by shimmering bursts of aether, the sight of which were too close to Alex’s own [Shield] spell for comfort. Alex had no choice but to push her harder. He couple every single strike of his fists and kick of his feet with detonations of small [Aether Burst]s, sheer aether force hammering into her. But, she met every blow with equal ferocity of her own. Suddenly her stance shifted in a subtle yet unmistakably familiar way. Without warning, purple energy surged around her in a hateful and violent aura. Alex’s breath caught in his throat. He knew that stance, knew that power, because he used it himself. “Demon Asura Style…” If she is able to use a martial style, my style... He tamped down on his fear and shifted stances, pulling on the final path of the Asura. Both their auras flared, clashing angrily and violent as they slammed together. Alex's [Burning Strike] met against her own [Burning Strike]. Asura aura tore at aura. Their impacts left shockwaves that flattened the dirt beneath their feet. With Asura Style blazing hot over both their forms, it was as though they were two demons locked in a death struggle. And yet the Queen was winning. Her kick slammed into his gut, practically folding him in half. A knee cracked into his skull right after, flinging him through the air. He managed to land in a crouch, dazed, but she was already on him before his vision fully cleared. Her tail swept across his thigh, pain exploding as it ripped through skin and muscle. Karsali tried to assist, and caught a kick to her stomach as well, rocketing her away with a crash. Malric and Symon preparing spells off to the side offered him no immediate help. A fist followed, the tail swipe to his legs, smashing into his torso and tilting the world sideways. And then his [Asura’s Wrath] roared to life. The physical agony from the beating he was receiving was what fed his fury, and bolstered his power. His strength, agility, and vitality surged hot in his veins. He matched the queen's savagery with his own, his fists raining down without rhythm or restraint. Each blow enhanced by the power his martial art skill. A punch staggered her backward, tumbling. Karsali, back on her feet and rushing toward them, and quickly found the queen stumbling back her straight into her reach once again. The knight’s golden blade carved through one of the Queen’s wings, the surrounding a