Countless savage currents of blue-green electricity rained down, shooting toward Uluru as his speed grew ever more monstrous.
Uluru frowned and performed incredible maneuvers at top speed against the increasingly heavy curtain of rain!
In the blink of an eye, he became an afterimage, weaving between thunderbolts with the unerring precision of a machine.
It's useless. Unless thunderbolts this slow cover the entire field, I can dodge them no matter how many you throw at me!
Uluru grew increasingly certain that his opponent had run out of tricks:
That was the twelfth turn. Two more to go!
Feeling the strain throughout his body, Uluru dodged a thunderbolt while gritting his teeth and twisting the winding key in his chest.
The further he wound it, the more strength it required. Uluru had never wound it as far as this thirteenth turn before.
His right hand, gripping the key, had already twisted out of shape from excessive exertion, producing the cracks of fracturing bones and the snapping sounds of tearing muscles.
It was practically as though his left and right hands were playing tug-of-war with all their strength-
Uluru endured the excruciating pain, his gaze growing increasingly focused:
Just one last turn, and my speed will reach its limit-
Wait, my speed-
Suddenly, as though sensing something, Uluru froze for an instant.
Even though he had forcibly completed the thirteenth turn, his speed had not increased in the slightest. Instead, it was visibly dropping!
How was that possible?!
"Have you noticed?"
Dio stood leisurely in the rain, his arms folded across his chest, and spoke in a muffled voice.
His metallic voice passed through the curtain of rain and reached Uluru's ears with precision, leaving him even more baffled.
His ability is making my speed drop? But-how is he doing it?
Uluru