Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Atlan quickly took the reins and controlled his mount. The Gorilla-Horse lunged its two long, muscular arms toward the Giraffe's long neck and tried to strangle it. But before it could even get close, the Giraffe suddenly whipped its long neck towards the Gorilla and smacked it away.

"Tsk!" Razer's chariot almost toppled over.

Atlan's reaction was far too fast to even be called a reaction. It was as if Atlan knew what would happen before it even happened! Atlan read his moves like a book!

Now that his plan failed, Razer had no other way to close the distance between them.

If he couldn't get close to Atlan, there would be no way for him to attack him. If he used his shockwave punch, Atlan would simply rush forward and dodge the attack easily. That Giraffe-Horse's acceleration was no joke!

It frustrated the Olympian that he couldn't simply have a straight-forward duel with the porter. His burning curiosity for Atlan's strange powers made him want to forgo the race entirely and simply attack the guy after the whole thing was over.

Of course, he couldn't. He had to win this race so that Olympus would be happy with his deeds and hopefully give him a better Genus.

Meanwhile, Atlan tried to warn Razer about the oncoming horde behind them, but the guy couldn't stop for a second and kept trying to attack him.

He ordered his Gorilla-Horse to pester the Giraffe-Horse to no end, even flinging street dirt to try and distract them. But any time they got too close, Atlan would use the Giraffe's long neck to push them away. His Canzer's chitinous armor proved to be superior between the two of them as the Giraffe suffered no injuries in its head even as the Gorilla tried to punch it back.

They continued at a stalemate until they finally came to the last segment of the race.

This part had a lot of curves and zigzags, so they had to focus on the track or else they'd find themselves crashing into the railing and falling off into the cliff below.

But just as Atlan concentrated on the curve in front of him, he suddenly saw a familiar string of words appear in his eyes.

[There is death near you]

[There is death near you]

[There is death near you]

Atlan immediately looked behind him. Did the horde already catch up to us?!

But when he looked back, he couldn't see any sign of frantic Horse Canzers running towards them. He only saw the small figures of Yasmine and the others trying hard to catch up to them. Enjoy exclusive content from m-v l'e|m,p-y r

If I didn't sense the horde, then what did I sense?...Don't tell me…

As their chariots turned the corner, Atlan was able to see a glimpse of the Colosseum atop the buildings.

Everything looked normal at first, with the Colosseum's columns and arches visible even in the distance. However, Atlan saw multiple figures darting back and forth through the windows as if they were shadows in the dark.

Those were Canzers! He could even see some horse-like figures climbing atop the Colosseum and falling to their deaths.

Damn…it looks like even the Colosseum is filled with Canzers. I thought we all lured them out of there…things are much worse than I thought.

"Razer! Look at the Colosseum. There are wild Pseudo Canzers out there already! And there are thousands more behind us! This is no time to fight against each other!"

But despite Atlan's words, the Olympian man was too battle-hungry to even believe his words.

"Why are you chickening out in our fight? Don't worry, I won't beat you too bad."

Atlan turned furious.

"I'll destroy your ego later. There are even more important things to do."

The hairs on Razer's arm stood up as soon as he heard Atlan's provoking words. This was the first time the Olympian genius ever felt disrespected like this. It made him angry and amused. He would have laughed it off if he heard it from some other genius, but instead, he heard it from the one person he didn't expect to have the courage to say that: a porter.

Razer wouldn't have thought that Atlan could spit out such poisonous words.

Even though Razer started the whole thing, he was the one provoked instead. His hunger for blood grumbled even harder.

The Genus he received from prideful Zeus couldn't sit still once it heard Atlan's arrogance.

"Then show me! Show how you'll destroy my ego!" Razer roared.

Atlan thought for a second and realized that he wouldn't be able to knock some sense into Razer until he literally knocked some sense into him. Liked it or not, he would have to fight him and show him what he wanted to see.

"Fine. I'll hit you one time. Do your best not to get blasted away."

Razer almost scoffed at Atlan's joke. But once he saw his serious face, he realized that Atlan was not joking. He, a porter, was confident that the man two stages higher than him and had an S class LifeSkill wouldn't be able to handle a single punch.

It stoked Razer's competitiveness even further.

"Fine! Do your worst."

Razer commanded his steed to run alongside Atlan. The two of them were now in melee range, just enough for them to fight fists to fists.

"Defend yourself well. I don't want to see you suffering."

Razer gritted his teeth and held in his anger. He didn't have to say anything. Only when Atlan felt his own hands breaking as he tried to punch him would he finally learn the difference between the two of them.

"I'm punching in three…two–"

"Just punch me already!"

And just as he requested, Atlan brought his right hand from his hips and up towards Razer's gut, twisting his hips for maximum force. It was the simplest attack, with no other effect on his body.

Atlan's punch was a little bit faster than Razer thought, but there was nothing special with his attack.

Just as Razer thought, Atlan would only hurt himself if he thought that his punch would even injure a single hair on his body.