A Madman and a Murderer

The spears tore through Orion's body.

The purple flame that covered the hand was subsiding.

The fist, clenched so tightly that the blood was visible, loosened powerlessly.

His body pierced by spears fell near Donte.

Watching the guy, Donte was preparing for the unexpected.

But nothing happened.

Scarlet blood flowed from Orion.

It formed a small puddle.

The eyes that used to stare fiercely at Donte tried to focus.

— I thought you'd throw something else... — I looked super into Orion's eyes.—But that's all...?"

A powerful Aura began to burst out of Orion's body.

Donte jumped back sharply.

— Fuck... — Said Donte.

"Why can't you lie down for ten!Ten damn minutes!?"

The guy stood up pulling the earthen spears out of his body.

Every touch to the spear was accompanied by unbearable pain.

"I'm going to die... this time I can definitely die..."

"I shouldn't be standing here right now..."

His wounds were healing, forming new flesh in place of the pierced one.

— AAAARGH!—It burst out of the scaly mask on the guy's face.

Pain.

There was only pain in his head.

The pain of copies.

The pain of Hydra regeneration.

"Run..."

The guy thought.

He's just a student going through a competition.

He's not a hero.

He's not a lifeguard yet.

He wanted to run away.

Run away without looking back.

But he couldn't.

Donte will catch him and kill him.

Orion could only resist him.

He has two Options, but only one outcome.

So why should he run away from the enemy?

He has nothing to lose.

He has no one else to lose.

The first step.

Behind him were the corpses of his friends.

The second step.

Blood dripped from his body, complementing the picture of destruction.

The third step.

There was a bastard in front of him who did it all.

The world around me turned gray, completely devoid of colors.

Only the blood had its own scarlet color.

— I have no one else to lose.

Orion rushed to the Donte.

The body was covered with purple flames.

Using the will of the dead man, the guy approached the bastard.

Many copies of which could not be counted flew in his direction.

Orion's eyes stared at the spears flying at him, and his body dodged.

The pressure was increasing, the ground was being pushed through.

Vertical pupils full of madness were visible through the scaly mask.

The spears touched him.

The scales sparkled protecting the body.

He moved forward without stopping.

Stop just for a moment, he will die.

The spears were gone.

One fist shot towards Orion.

Then the second one.

The guy hit back.

Their blows created air gusts that could be heard far beyond the simulation.

Donte was strong.

Being a Class C athlete, he could defeat a Class D fighter physically.

But the guy standing against him absorbed all the blows.

By increasing gravity at the moments of blows, Donte should have won a long time ago, but he could not.

They clashed time after time.

They beat, blocked and evaded.

"That's the difference..."

The difference between the powers of abilities.

Someone trains tirelessly to become stronger, and someone has such strength from birth.

It's like a comparison between rich and poor people.

The world has never been fair.

But right now, Donte felt envy, anger, anger and other emotions.

Rage that he might lose to a student.

The dark scarlet aura of despair began to move again in his body.

The world around him was disappearing.

Darkness and one person were visible…

No, one madman who lost everything.

And in front of the madman stood a murderer whose body was drowning in the blood of countless victims.

An unprecedented power overflowed Orion's body.

His flesh was torn and restored.

The skin became stronger with each exchange of blows.

The body has adapted to the load.

His strength grew and stabilized, bringing all the energy into balance.

But Orion didn't know that.

He wanted to end everything, here and now.

If he dies, so be it.

If he survives…

So he will survive.

* Baaaam!*

The two fists collided.

Both hit wrong.

Their fists should have hit the opponent's body, not their hands.

The shock wave separated them.

Donte couldn't feel his left arm.

She hung down like a doll.

*Cap*

Blood was dripping from his forehead.

"Shit!Who taught him close combat?"

Thought super.

"Atlanta reinforcements should be coming soon…You won't be able to capture him alive."

I'll kill you.

Donte's pupil shrank to a point.

The wind began to blow him from all sides.

A vortex formed in the outstretched right hand.

The vortex in his hand began to increase.

The pressure in him was incredibly strong.

It absorbed all objects near Donte.

—Distruzione.

Donte said.

Orion started moving as soon as he noticed the swirl.

But the enemy's attack was faster.

The vortex came into contact with the scales on the left breast.

* Whoosh!*

Orion stopped.

The left hand fell to the ground.

There is nothing left where the whirlwind passed.

The left breast was completely destroyed.

The scales covering his body had completely disappeared.

— Fuuuh... — Donte breathed out.— We should have attacked like that right away.

Donte's heart was beating like crazy.

"We need to get out of here."

He analyzed it.

* Rumble!*

Black clouds gathered over him.

White lightning was visible.

Putting his hands on his sides, Donte was surprised.

— I don't remember there were clouds in the sky…

Pausing for a split second, it dawned on him.

He's in a simulation.

There can be neither rain nor thunder in it.

The heavens were roaring.

The body became heavier, as if something was squeezing it.

— No…

Donte said, looking at the building in the distance.

There he saw a red-haired man.

Electric arcs enveloped his body.

Ice began to appear around him.

Kyle was looking at Donte.