Clang!! Crash!
The sound of shattering glass echoed heartbreakingly. Hasya's telekinetic shield shattered into pieces under the pressure of Fyar's Neutralize energy.
Hasya's eyes widened. His pupils shrank to the size of needles.
"Hahahaha." Hasya laughed stiffly. "I lost."
Slash! Crunch!
Rasie's fire sword slashed Hasya's left chest. That pale skin charred instantly, the flesh gaping wide until white ribs were visible behind the boiling blood.
Fyar's katana stabbed the right shoulder, piercing the trapezius muscle until the blade tip emerged from the back.
And Zaefal. The black Void sword slashed horizontally without mercy towards Hasya's left arm that tried to parry.
...I think I found people who might surpass you...Hasya muttered inwardly.
Shluk
Fresh blood spurted like a fountain into the air.
The severed piece of Hasya's left arm, from the elbow down, was thrown flying. The piece spun slowly in the air before falling to the white ground with a wet thud.
"Aghhh!"
Bam!
Hasya detonated telekinetic energy from his pores to throw himself backward.
Hasya's body was flung backward. He rolled roughly on the ground, leaving a horrifying long trail of blood drag marks. He stopped ten meters away from them, kneeling on one knee.
His breath was ragged. His face deathly pale. His right hand clutched the stump of his severed left arm. Blood dripped heavily, dyeing the white ground into a dark red puddle.
Silence.
The night wind rustled, bringing the smell of iron and burning flesh.
Fyar, Zaefal, and Rasie landed, gasping for breath. Their eyes widened, staring at the result of their own actions.
"Oi Hasya!! Are you okay? Did we go too far?" Rasie asked. Her hand trembled violently holding the sword hilt.
"Hasya, are you okay?" Zaefal stepped forward hesitantly. His face was tense.
It should be fine... I'm sure his regeneration is good enough. That's why he dared to tell us to unleash 100 percent power... Fyar thought, trying to suppress the guilt creeping into his chest.
Hasya looked down. His bangs covered his eyes.
"He... hehehe..."
A quiet laugh escaped Hasya's mouth. His shoulders shook. The laugh got louder. Crazier.
"HAHAHAHAHA! CRAZY! YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY!!"
Hasya looked up. He stared at his severed hand lying far ahead like looking at a victory trophy.
"It hurts... this hurts like hell, you bastards!" he shouted while laughing freely.
Sstt.
The muscles around Hasya's wound moved alive. Pink flesh fibers knitted themselves at high speed. Broken bones reconnected. New skin closed the gaping wounds on his chest and shoulder. The bleeding in his arm stopped completely.
"To make me, who was using 30 percent, get hurt like this..."
Hasya stood tall. He spread his right arm.
"I am proud of you!!"
"I am proud of you, Rasie!!"
Rasie wiped the sweat from her forehead, the corner of her lips lifting to form a satisfied smirk.
"Zaefal!! Fyar!! Illya!!"
Zaefal exhaled a long breath, his grip on the sword tightening, his eyes shining with determination. Fyar adjusted his stance, a thin smile full of satisfaction appearing on his face. Illya in the distance lowered her hands, her gaze sharp and focused, her chin lifted slightly.
"You exceeded my expectations!!!" Hasya shouted loudly.
His wounds were now perfectly closed, leaving only dried bloodstains on his torn clothes.
"Alright, you pass." Hasya smirked faintly, the aura around him starting to condense. "We can stop now or... continue with the 50 percent version of me..."
Rasie, Fyar, and Zaefal fell silent for a moment.
Rasie smiled widely, showing her teeth. "Aghh? Stop?! You're kidding BABY?!!!"
Zaefal and Fyar looked at each other, then stared sharply at Hasya. Their stances went low again.
"Teach us a lesson, Hasya!!!" Zaefal shouted loudly.
Sst!
Illya teleported, appearing beside Fyar, her fingers ready to cast a spell.
Sst!
Wind exploded.
Hasya dashed forward. His speed made no sense. He was already right in front of Zaefal, Fyar, Rasie, and Illya's noses in the blink of an eye.
Thud! Thud!
Without giving a chance to react, Hasya's fists slammed into Zaefal and Fyar's stomachs. He then stomped both hands downwards.
Phew!
A telekinetic shockwave exploded. They were all blasted away in all directions like dry leaves blown by a storm.
He's faster!! Much, much faster than before!! Fyar thought frantically while his body floated in the air.
Fyar spun his body, landing by stabbing his katana into the ground to brake his momentum.
Sst!
Hasya instantly appeared in front of Fyar's face.
Hasya sent a right straight to the head. Fyar threw his face to the side, the punch passing one millimeter in front of his nose.
Hasya pressed forward. He launched a high kick to the right side of the head. Fyar raised his left arm to withstand the impact. His bones vibrated violently.
Hasya didn't stop. He ducked low, aiming for Fyar's liver with a left fist.
In the moment Hasya ducked, Fyar saw an opening. He punched Hasya's jaw with the remaining Neutralize energy gathered in his hand.
Thud!
Hasya slumped slightly. His eyes blinked due to the momentary dizziness effect.
Utilizing his falling momentum, Hasya spun his lower body and swept Fyar's legs with a hard kick.
Fyar tried to block with his hands, but the sweep's power was too massive.
Bam!
Fyar was slammed hard against the giant tree trunk behind him. His katana slipped from his grip, falling far out of reach.
At the same time, five fireballs floated fast towards Hasya from the right side.
Hasya quickly raised his hand, trying to create a shield. But as his hand went up, Rasie and Zaefal were already floating above him, slashing cross-swords at his body.
Hasya canceled the shield. He shot vertically upwards, escaping the pincer attack.
Rasie's fireballs turned sharply upwards, following Hasya like guided missiles.
Hasya spun in the air. He deflected the fireballs one by one with his bare hands.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
Bang!
A Neutralize bullet shot from below, hitting Hasya's back precisely.
Hasya jerked. His concentration shattered. Gravity pulled his body falling downwards.
Down there, Illya muttered a spell. Cold vapor gathered. A giant ice spear formed and shot up aiming for Hasya who was free-falling.
Hasya's eyes glowed again. His power recovered. He created a long staff from pure telekinetic energy. He spun the staff in front of him like a helicopter propeller.
Clang! Clang! Crack!
The ice spear shattered into pieces becoming snowflakes upon collision with Hasya's spinning staff.
Hasya landed.
Just as his feet touched the ground, Zaefal had already dashed forward sweeping his legs with the Void sword.
Behind him, Rasie lunged with an explosion of fire.
And on the right side, Fyar without a weapon aimed a deadly punch at the liver.
Simultaneous attacks from three directions.
Hasya didn't dodge. He blasted his 60 percent aura in all directions.
Phew!
The energy explosion bounced Zaefal, Rasie, and Fyar back a few steps.
Hasya jumped back, did a somersault in the air, and landed gracefully on the branch of a giant tree glowing neon green. He gazed at his students from the height while wiping a little dust off his shoulder.