Chapter 119: Checkmate
Chapter 119 of "Galaxy Fall: All My Skills Are Maxed" opens with suspenseful action: ’She not only knows how to counter my mental illusion, she can also heal herself...... Keep going!
’She not only knows how to counter my mental illusion, she can also heal herself... Is she an All-bloodlines?’ Yakima thought, her soul eyes narrowing as she tried to categorize this impossible student. In the history of the Dragon Empire, those who possessed the ’All-bloodlines’ trait were myths—entities capable of channeling any elemental or physiological ability. She clenched her fist, pushing aside her disbelief.’No matter, I just need to touch her,’ she thought, relying on her absolute trump card: the necrotic paralysis. And with a displacement of air, she instantly vanished.
Mirabella sighed, a soft sound of sheer boredom, and casually moved to the side just as Yakima’s hand materialized, moving downward in a lethal arc, only touching empty air.
"This?"
Yakima’s eyes widened. She quickly vanished again, relying on her maximum agility to retreat, and appeared back on her previous position. She lowered her gaze, finally noticing the faint, intersecting lines of spiritual energy forming an invisible chessboard on the ground beneath Mirabella’s feet.
’Chess art? How did she acquire this?’ Yakima thought in profound shock, looking up at Mirabella.
’Only the Sun family can use this skill... This is bad. As long as this thing is activated, I can’t get close to her, and if I get inside the chessboard, she will have absolute control of all spatial directions... What a snake with a snake skill,’ she thought, moving her gaze around the place, analyzing the grid’s dimensions and realizing the tactical nightmare she had just stepped into.
’What if.’ The black star in her gray eyes spun again. An invisible, telekinetic force—capable of crushing a drake’s skull—shot towards Mirabella.
Only for Mirabella to simply raise her hand and slap it into nothingness. The sheer kinetic shockwaves of her casual action sent out a powerful wind current that whipped across the arena, cracking the stone, but Mirabella stood perfectly still, entirely unbothered.
"What?!!" Yakima was completely shocked.
Up in the VIP stands, Hayatobi stood up in sudden surprise. Even Princess Delphine and the entirety of the audience were dumbfounded by the casual display of physical dominance.
"How? How did you locate my attack and stop it with your hand?!" Yakima asked in confusion, her composed facade finally cracking.
"My magical and physical attack stat is 3,000,000, even if you stop it with your hand, your bones would surely be shattered. But you aren’t even injured," she added, her voice echoing with disbelief over the impossible math.
"3,000,000 magical attack stat, you truly held back with those kids." Mirabella removed the sweet from her mouth, holding the stick between her fingers.
"That is impressive... But do you think your attack is even close to mine?" Mirabella asked with a knowing smile.
’Close to hers? What does she mean by that? I am a Lv300 fighter, she is just Lv100 plus, it’s structurally impossible for her to have a stronger physical attack stat,’ Yakima thought, her mind desperately trying to reconcile her lifetime of combat logic with the anomaly standing before her.
Mirabella finished licking her sweet, staring at Yakima with a mock frown. "Ok then, I will attack." She joined her palms together in a dramatic, theatrical gesture and yelled:
"Eternal Fog!!!"
While she outwardly projected the fake skill name, she simultaneously muttered in a low, almost inaudible voice: "Fog Lord." She smashed her palm violently onto the arena floor:
BOOOOM!!
The reinforced obsidian ground instantly shattered under her physical attack, and thick smoke enclosed her. From within the mundane dust and debris, a dense, unnatural fog rapidly flowed out, quickly covering a 100-meter radius in an impenetrable gray haze.
’Fog Lord is one of the skills I copied from the Devil Cult member I fought... If I use it here openly, it will only raise suspicion from the Empire’s elites. But loudly calling a wrong skill name, and covering myself with this physical smoke and dust to unleash the actual fog from my mouth, will completely hide its true origin,’ Mirabella thought, her gamer-mind executing the perfect smokescreen. She looked up at Yakima’s obscured figure through the haze.
’Of course,Yakima’s Soul Eyes can see through normal smoke and dust, but by covering myself with my invisible chess pieces, she can only see white, ghost-like figures masking my true location. Chess Art is truly one of my strongest utility skills,’ she thought, and stood upright as the thick fog fully enclosed the whole Arena.
"Now, what about we steal 50% of your physical and magical attacks." Mirabella activated another, far more sinister hidden skill.
Instantly, the ambient laws of the arena warped. Yakima’s monstrous attack stats dropped by half, the stolen numerical values surging directly into Mirabella’s own attributes.
’Now, to avoid your paralyzing touch,’ Mirabella smiled as a ring of Eternal Flames rose into the air, surrounding her physical body in an absolute defensive barrier.
"Now, Yakima. With the fogs affecting your vision, let’s play," she said, her voice echoing from everywhere, and vanished into the grid.
’Shit! What sort of fog is this?! Only the Devil Cult’s signature fogs can block all visual-based ocular skills... But this can’t be it,’ Yakima thought, her heart racing as her absolute vision was rendered useless. She desperately remembered the name Mirabella called out.
’She said Eternal Fog, and also smashed the ground to trigger it. Those aren’t the activation requirements to use the Devil Cult skill, which means she has a unique skill which is almost on par with it,’ Yakima reasoned, falling perfectly into Mirabella’s tactical trap.
WHOOSH!
Yakima froze abruptly, staring down at her hands in horror. ’What is this? All my base attacks just got halved... What is she doing?!’
Yakima frantically moved her gaze around the dense fog, her suppressed Soul Eyes finally catching movement. She stared as five distinct life signatures began rapidly moving towards her from different angles.
’Five? Did she use a high grade cloning multiplication?’ she thought in surprise, her combat instincts taking over. She pointed a finger precisely at the nearest one:
"Light bullet."
WHOOSH!!!
Five concentrated, blinding light bullets shot out from her fingertip, heading with lethal accuracy towards the five silhouetted targets in the fog.
BAM! X5
The five silhouettes froze midair upon impact, the light illuminating their true forms. They instantly transformed back into intricately carved, human-sized chess pieces.
"Chess pieces?! No, don’t tell me?!" She looked down, her blood running cold as she saw the glowing grid lines beneath her boots. She hadn’t stayed outside the grid; the grid had expanded to swallow her.
"You are in my domain now!"
She spun around, only to see Mirabella bypassing the distance entirely, heading directly towards her with terrifying speed.
BAM!!
Mirabella’s raw, unadulterated punch smashed brutally into Yakima’s arms, which the Guild Leader had barely managed to cross defensively over her face.
CRACK!!!
The sickening sound of breaking bone echoed through the fog. Yakima flew violently backward, her right arm completely broken from the sheer, overwhelming physical force of Mirabella’s attack. She smashed heavily into the ground, sliding across the stone, and growled through the pain:
’Such an attack!! How is her attack stat this impossibly high? Even if she stole 50% of mine, she shouldn’t be able to break my defense like this!’ she thought, desperately struggling to get back up on her feet.
"Light Bullet."
"What?!!"
Yakima froze in pure terror. She recognized the incantation—it was her own signature skill. A compressed, red Light Bullet shot out from the fog directly towards her, striking her right shoulder with explosive force, tearing through flesh, and bursting out from her back in a spray of blood.
"AHHH!!" Yakima screamed in agonizing pain, her vision going white as she collapsed back to the cold arena floor, utterly defeated by her own appropriated power.