I Own EVERY Class in This World: Life Set to HELL Mode!

44  Shadows VS Owners

Fighting each other's shadows was much more risky than anything else for one simple reason: if for example Orasio died while fighting Stark's shadow, his shadow would die, resulting in Stark having to fight his shadow who still had much more HP than he had.

Basically… if one of them died before they could finish them, it was game over for both.

"COME AT ME, FAKE ORASIO," he shouted again and dashed toward the red-haired boy's shadow, it had his shield in hand, ready to block all the attacks.

"ALl-TImE BArRRiEr" it mimicked one of Orasio's skills, and when Stark tried to punch the guardian, he was met with a green sphere that took his attacks.

~PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH~

~CRACK~

In the momentum of his punches, a crack started forming around the sphere, meaning that he was in the right path to kill Orasio's shadow.

But of course, these things weren't dumb.

~FWISH~

The fake Orasio dashed at Stark while he was about to punch again, and…

"SWING!" it swung its shield at Stark, hitting him in the stomach, luckily for him though, he saw it coming thanks to focus and used his aura to protect the area that was targetted.

"-736!" it didn't do much damage since a shield couldn't do that much, but it still hurt.

Not wanting to give it a break though, Stark dashed at it again.

~CRACK~

The sphere was mosly cracked now, only a few more punches and it would be completely shattered.

But then something unexpected happened.

As Stark was about to deliver the finishing blow, Orasio's shadow deactivated [All-Time Protection].

'…?' Stark punched ,his fist full of aura.

"BLOCK!" The shadow raised its shield and placed it in front of Stark's attack.

Not seeing any reason to stop, Stark continued in his momentum.

~CLANG~

He hit the shield in full force, and of course it resulted in no damage being dealt to the shadow.

"OUCH!" Stark's arm burned as he came in contact with the shield.

"-361!" he was damaged for some reason.

…

[Skill: Block]

[Description:] Deflects any type of attacks as long as the user has the level and aura to, in response to physical attacks, it absorbs the damage and deals 10% of the absorbed damage back to the attacker.

…

'This shit is fucking OP?' Stark used perception to check out why he had been hit, but he couldn't have imagined such a skill existed.

Not only was Orasio's defense incredible, but if you tried to attack him physically, he could stall for enough damage to kill you.

Basically: he was the worst kind of opponent Stark could meet as he had only physical attacks other than 'Aura Smash' which had a cooldown and would be blocked.

The shadow stood there, shield up, waiting for the next attack, it wasn't engaging in combat, just waiting for Stark to make the move as it knew there was no reason for it to attack.

'These things are smart… probably mimicking their owner's intelligence as well…'

Stark dashed again, he would not be dominated by such a thing, they both had the domination class after all, so it meant that the winner was the one that dominated the battle the most.

"AURA SMASH!"

He needed to act, and quick… It wasn't about outsmarting a shadow anymore, but Orasio himself since they had the same skills and thought process.

'Let's do this,' he breath in and out, then opened his eyes, his pupils burning with that same crimson aura that enveloped him.

~FWISH~

He punched the air once in the shadow's direction, which just got ready to absorb the attack, a wide grin on its face.

~FWISH~

He punched it again to send the second crimson fist, not toward the shadow though, but beside it.

"Block!" the shadow blocked the first fist easily, dealing not damage.

But this wasn't what Stark wanted to do… instead he focused on the second crimson fist, the hand he used to send it stretched and his palm open in its direction.

'COME ON,' he tried to do something he didn't even know was possible, all he wanted to do was try.

With determination glowing in his eyes, he closed his hand while thinking of the fist's trajectory, and then…

~FWISH~

The fist, which was behind the shadow since Stark had sent it beside it, suddenly changed directions and came back toward him, essentially aimed at the fake Orasio's back.

'GOTCHA!'

The shadow sensed the fist, and so it turned to block the attack, absorbing all the damage.

And as he turned again to face Stark… it saw that his fist was right in front of its face.

~SLAM~

He punched it in the face with an extremely powerful attack, sending it flying against one of the mirror walls, and destroying at least a dozen of them.

"-4728!" Stark thought that this attack would be enough to kill it, but it seemed like it wasn't just Orasio's style that was based on defense, his defense stat was also extremely high to begin with.

'Alright, I only need to outsmart it once or twice more,' Stark sighed while grinning.

Knowing that Orasio's shadow wouldn't attack, he decided to observe how the red-hair was doing against himself.

Orasio was having a tough time, too.

Stark's shadow in comparison to Orasio's was actually the one initiating the attacks, perfectly copying his combat style.

Orasio used his shield to cast [All-Time Protection], but it would soon enough crack under the pressure of the punches.

And right when he used [Block], the skill the real Stark struggled against…

"-362! -436! - 572! -421! -479" Stark's shadow even though it received damage kept attacking, not caring as its HP was fairly high.

And of course, Orasio couldn't block forever, so in the end he had to remove his shield, and that's when he was punched.

"-2718!"

He was sent flying against one of the mirror walls, and many were destroyed again.

[Orasio HP: 482/3200]

Safe to say he was one hit away from being killed, Stark's shadow was just too aggresive for him.

"Ah shit…" Orasio fell to his knees, breathing hard as even though his HP hadn't dropped to zero, the damage was still a lot, "Didn't know Chosen could punch this hard…"

"Aura Smash!" in response, Stark's shadow punched the air twice in Orasio's direction, sending two crimson fists at him as it thought he wouldn't be able to block anymore.

But that was a big mistake, and it was one the real Stark would have never made, making obvious it was just a mere mimic.

"EXPLOSIVE SHIELD," Orasio threw his shield with so much force at the shadow Stark while it was using its skill that it didn't have time to dodge.

The shield burned with a bright fire and aura while it was flying toward the fake Stark in mid-air.

And then…

~BOOM~

"-8362!"

[Shadow Stark HP: 58/10000]

'It's my win,' Orasio smiled.

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