Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Obek felt confident that he could get to the top 5 if he just continued this route. He didn't need to compete against the top geniuses like Razer and Yasmine because he knew that he would never be able to contend against them.

The best part about this was that he didn't need to attack other competitors to gain the lead. His Canzer was already fast enough for him to overtake a lot of the other competitors. Of course, no one knew that this mount was a cheat he procured specifically for this competition. It was the perfect blend of speed and defense.

But there was still a weakness that Obek could not overcome. His chariot was only made out of plastic.

He wasn't that worried because if they tried to attack him, then he would simply use his LifeSkill to defend himself.

Case in point, Obek just passed an Olympian in 10th place, and the guy wasn't happy with that. He immediately used his eye mutation called Medusa's Gaze' and aimed it at Obek. His eyes turned vertical as a beam of gray, stony light came towards the chariot's wheels. If this attack hit, then the wheels would turn into stone and quickly slow him down.

However, Obek was prepared. He used his LifeSkill 'Gatekeeper's Authority' to summon a detachable plastic barrier that protected his wheels.

Haha! See you later, loser!

Obek continued to create distance between him and the others. He could already see the 9th placer in the distance and in just a few moments, he'd be able to overtake him too.

But then, he suddenly heard a scream behind him.

"Kagh! How?! My chariot!"

He recognized it to be the voice of the Olympian man he just passed.

What's happening?

Obek was tempted to look back, but he stopped himself. He didn't have to worry himself about losers like them. He just needed to keep his eyes on the road.

But then, he suddenly heard hooves beating on the ground. He felt the trembling in the chariot. This was unusual. Not only that, the vibrations were getting stronger and stronger as if someone was catching up from behind him.

Did that Olympian somehow get faster?

He was about to look back, when all of a sudden, he saw a chariot run in parallel with his own. The chariot then crashed into his side with paint scratching against paint.

Whose this insolent little—

His eyes suddenly widened when he saw who was riding the chariot. He couldn't believe it.

It was the porter!

Atlan, even after starting the race so late, was somehow able to catch up to him after all this time. Obek thought he was dreaming. His brain tried to immediately think of a logical reason for how this was possible.

Did he find a secret shortcut? No, if there was, I would have known about it. Maybe this isn't that porter…

But no matter how much he tried to deny it, the real thing was right in front of him.

It shouldn't even be possible. All the fast Canzers were supposed to be already taken by the other competitors. So, even if Atlan was somehow able to subdue a Canzer, then he should have only gotten the slowest of the bunch. Yet somehow, Atlan's steed was able to match his speed perfectly!

Obek was sure that the Giraffe-Horse wasn't supposed to be this fast.

And even if Obek accepted the fact that Atlan somehow found a fast steed, that still didn't explain the fact how he was able to go past the other competitors. Even he, a paladin with a defensive LifeSkill, had trouble passing those mutation-freak Olympians!

"How?!" Obek screamed. He couldn't believe that even now, a mere porter was stealing his spotlight.

Feeling the rage and anger finally explode inside him, Obek took out his short sword. This piece of weapon was a 2nd removed Masamune Original that could cut through steel with ease. Even with a porter's enhanced physique, he wouldn't be able to defend against it.

He climbed out of his chariot and charged towards Atlan. His black short sword aimed directly toward Atlan's carotid artery with precise aim. He was trained with the short sword all his life; dealing with an unarmed and inexperienced civilian like Atlan should be a piece of cake.

But somehow, the porter's reaction proved to be fast enough to defend.

Atlan moved his head away and used his left hand to swat Obek's hand away. However, Obek was no pushover. He kept pushing his short sword towards Atlan's neck.

But that wasn't enough. Obek then punched Atlan's liver to disorient him and weaken his defense. Even if Atlan had armor to protect him, Obek's martial art allowed him to transfer the force to the inside and rattle the very organ instead.

Atlan used his other hand to defend, which Obek expected.

Obek found an opening and repositioned his short sword towards Atlan's legs in an attempt to cripple him.

In response, Atlan slid his legs away just in time. But this led him to have an awkward position in his own chariot, which Obek was ready to exploit. Atlan's legs were outside the chariot, with Obek occupying the majority of the space.

He was in the perfect distance between Atlan, making his short sword still effective but giving no chance for Atlan to defend with his arms. If he did, then Obek would simply slash it instead.

With every slash, Atlan was forced to move his body in awkward positions. He maneuvered his body through the small space in the chariot, even dangling off to the side at one point. It was quickly apparent that Obek's skills and techniques with the sword were miles better than Atlan's. The porter's skills were almost non-existent.

But no matter how much Obek tried, he couldn't even make a scratch Atlan's body. Somehow, he was always able to move his body at the very last second.

If it weren't for his reflexes, then Obek was sure that Atlan would be filled with cuts by now.

No more! I'll show you how to properly mix martial arts with LifeSkills!

Obek lunged at Atlan again as he tried to slash his legs. This time, Atlan was forced to use his fists to guard against Obek's hands and prevent the blade from reaching his skin.

"Gatekeeper's Authority!" Obek screamed.

His shortsword suddenly pierced through the air and his blade disappeared into nothingness. The next thing Atlan saw was a blade suddenly appearing from out of nowhere and aiming directly towards his chest.

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