The Berserker was thrilled, but the Rising Tide leader was having a real pain in the ass.
Shouldn't you realize the gap between us now and just admit defeat...?
I don't understand your reaction at all!
The Rising Tide leader frowned deeply as he watched the two fighters enjoy themselves more and more. After some thought, he raised his hand again, and three streams of the same mysterious energy as before appeared.
A few seconds later, three Berserker replicas joined the fray.
"Don't you love fighting? Then fight to your heart's content!"
The Rising Tide leader sat on the ground, glaring viciously at the Berserker as he was ganged up on.
He had materialized four Tier Three beings, and extremely powerful ones at that. It had taken quite a toll on him, so he sat down to rest for a while.
The Berserker, meanwhile, had no such leisure.
One replica could more or less fight the Berserker to a standstill, though it was slightly outmatched. With four, however, the Berserker himself was the one being overpowered.
Actually, "overpowered" was too mild a word. He was getting thrashed.
The Berserker had just traded punches with the replica before him when another punched him in the face before he could recover, sending him flying.
While he was still in midair, another replica appeared and brought its leg down like an axe, slamming him hard into the ground.
Then the last replica appeared, phantom steel spikes forming over its right fist. It had unleashed the Berserker's signature move, Spike Fist.
The punch headed straight for the Berserker's chest.
Spike Fist's main functions were breaching fortifications, breaking defenses, and piercing through targets. If that punch landed squarely, the Strongest Shield really would be broken.
At the last moment, the Berserker suddenly twisted hard and