Digging Up Your Grave

83. Digging Up Your Grave

"Stubborn old fossil!"

Orikan the Diviner cursed as the Necron swung his fist and smashed it into his nemesis.

"Bullshit! You're the one who ought to be buried in a grave!"

Trazyn the Infinite retorted, drawing on his energy reserves as he struggled. The Diviner was straddling him, hammering his face, and Trazyn had no choice but to shield his head with one hand—getting punched in the face was clearly undignified.

Both sides had exhausted their secret weapons in their earlier battle of wits, so the two gladiators returned to the purest form of dueling. They battered each other with their living metal bodies, producing clang! clang! sounds.

Back in their Necrontyr days, these two "civil officials" clearly would not have been able to beat each other so fiercely and satisfyingly. Their bodies might not have endured such intensity.

"You're disrupting fate—"

Orikan roared, driving an elbow into Trazyn!

"The timeline I painstakingly straightened out has been ruined again! The stars have shifted, the suns are in chaos—Trazyn!!! All of this—it's your fault—!!!"

"If you can't calculate it right, stop barking here!"

Trazyn covered his face haphazardly. A hole had been smashed into his metal skull.

"For that so-called 'hundred-percent accurate' prophecy of yours! How many times have you used the temporal reverter?! Just to make 'reality' match what you predicted?!"

He gathered energy at the joints of his legs, preparing to strike the Diviner in the groin as he straddled Trazyn's waist and beat him.

"This isn't prophecy at all!" Trazyn roared, readying himself. "This is a script you wrote and staged yourself!!!"

He exerted force! Thump!!!

Orikan let out a scream. Seizing the chance, Trazyn scrambled up from the ground and unsteadily kicked the Diviner.

Beside the platform where they fought, the last