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Only a few months may have passed since their first fight but Ben couldn’t deny he was interested in seeing how a new one would turn out. He was already leagues stronger than he had been, both in skills and attributes, while Abel’s own growth was a lot more humble in comparison, evening the odds out between them, even if it might not have been enough in the end.

Intelligence, mana, its regeneration rate, and stamina. Those were the attributes he beat Abel in and in terms of stamina, it wasn’t even by very much. Certainly not anything significant when considering that it had more to do with how long he or anyone else would be able to keep working rather than something that applied to a sparring match, and yet, he wasn’t unconfident either.

Even if some of his other attributes were thousands of points below hers, what mattered most to him was his mind, something he already knew would be the key in that and likely all other fights going forward and he lightly hopped in place while Abel stared at him, looking practically manic in excitement.

“You ready?”

“So long as you call out your outer ancestry, I don’t want Delair reacting badly.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“Thank you. And Foast, when she calls it out, do me a favour and cover my student’s eyes. I can’t trust her to not give in to her curiosity and I don’t need her family complaining to me about it.”

“Aw, come on, let me see just once!” Delair yelled back while the shifter nodded by her side.

“Don’t worry, she won’t see a peep.”

“Thank you. And in that case, if you’re ready Abel, wanna have Foast call us to start?”

“Sure. Do it, perv!”

“Fine. Ben, go put her in her place!”

He wasn’t sure if he should have taken that as the sign to fight but Abel sure did, wasting no time creating more monstrosities as her blood spilled on the ground before rising once more in the form of her warped beasts, grey, fleshy slime-mould creatures springing up with sharpened bones protruding from them, covered in both eyes and orifices that focused in on him, right as the world froze.

It didn’t seem like she was going to use one to strengthen herself again but she was likely still under the effects of doing so in her fight with the other third tier, with her priority being to overwhelm him from the start, charging with multiple monsters at once while he looked on, considering how he wanted to approach things.

He’d decided to not use deep connection for the same reason he’d avoided it the first time they’d fought. If it was something he couldn’t use against a soul god with any certainty then it was something he needed to get used to fighting without. The fact that he’d already proven he could sneak uses of the skill past the gods of that world did hint that it might not have been completely blocked off from him but even then, it would be a last ditch effort, not something to rely on like he would for other aspects of his life.

But even without that, the solution seemed simple from the start. Extensions of herself though they were, the monsters Abel would make could be killed without harming her and with the power he held he could do that with ease, taking the world around him and spending his mana to raise it up at each beast and crush down, leaving them as nothing more but a grey splatter on the ground.

A result that only made Abel grin deeper, her expectations raised from how things went compared to their last fight but not stopping her production of them as she created more, her blood sinking into the world below before rising once more, remade as the horrors under her control.

If she just keeps doing this then I wonder if I might win from her going through too much blood loss? Not entirely clear how her biology works but considering malevolent form, I doubt it. Still, waiting her out might be an option.

“Outer ancestry!” She yelled out, wasting no time upon seeing how much better Ben was already handling things.

Or not.

She and her creatures started to warp as she said it, straining against reality itself from her more chaotic form as she entirely gave up the more hominid shape she’d been using as her body took on the greatest change, resembling more closely the monsters she’d made as all at once, she stopped holding back.

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He knew from her fight with Foast that when it came to him she had been restraining herself a bit, testing the waters to see how his current attributes compared and finding a suitable playmate in what he currently held, moved like she meant it, over fifteen thousand points of agility enough to make it look like she was teleporting to any casual onlooker, even if Ben could keep up.

Her creations were continuously squashed under his power before they could get too close, the effects of her outer ancestry leaving them secreting unnatural fluids that ate into the world beneath them, leaving the dirt and dust to evaporate into the air while her far more deadly true body closed in, dripping that same alien substance while Ben moved to contain her.