Chapter 90: GO! GO! BOYS GO!
Chapter 90: GO! GO! BOYS GO!
Chapter 90: Chapter 90: GO! GO! BOYS GO!
Everyone was silent.
The clearing was quiet. The wind had stopped. The monsters had frozen. The shadows had stilled. Even the birds in the trees had stopped singing.
Paul broke the silence.
"Who the fuck names a technique that?" he asked.
Brutus ignored him.
He stood in the center of the clearing. His body was still. His eyes were closed. His breathing was slow. Steady. Calm.
He breathed in.
He breathed out.
Then he spoke.
"GO!"
His right hand exploded.
Muscles bulged. Veins popped. His arm grew. It expanded. It became massive. His bicep was the size of a melon. His forearm was the size of a tree trunk. His fist was the size of a boulder.
Paul’s mouth fell open. "What the—"
Brutus didn’t stop.
"GO!"
His left hand exploded.
The same thing happened. His arm grew. It expanded. It became massive. Both arms were now huge. Both fists were now boulders.
Elara watched. Her eyes were wide. Her mouth was open.
"GO!"
His left leg exploded.
Muscles bulged. Veins popped. His leg grew. It expanded. It became massive. His thigh was the size of a barrel. His calf was the size of a log. His foot was the size of a shield.
"GO!"
His right leg exploded.
The same thing. His leg grew. It expanded. It became massive. Both legs were now huge. Both feet were now shields.
Brutus stood there. His arms and legs were massive. His body was still normal. But not for long.
He took a breath. He shouted.
"BOYS! GO!"
His chest exploded.
Muscles bulged. Veins popped. His torso grew. It expanded. It became massive. His chest was the size of a door. His abs were like a washboard made of steel. His shoulders were like boulders.
Golden mana surrounded him. It swirled around his body. It crackled and hummed. It pulsed with power.
Brutus stood there. His body was huge. His muscles were massive. His presence filled the clearing.
He smiled. A wide, confident smile.
"This," he said, "is the true power of my boys!"
Paul stared at him. His mouth was open. His eyes were wide.
"Can you even move with all those muscles?" he asked.
Brutus disappeared.
He appeared in front of Paul. He was smiling. He was inches from Paul’s face.
Paul screamed. He stumbled back. He fell on his butt.
"Don’t do that!" he shouted. "You scared me!"
Brutus laughed. A loud, booming laugh. He turned. He faced the elf.
The elf was standing there. His face was pale. His eyes were wide. But he was smiling.
"I understand," he said.
Brutus tilted his head. "Oh?"
"You used your mana to enhance your body. To make yourself stronger. Faster. More powerful."
Brutus nodded. "Yes."
"But it won’t last long. Maybe less than a minute. Then you’ll be exhausted. Weak. Defenseless."
Brutus smiled. "Right. Wrong. And wrong."
The elf blinked. "What?"
Paul raised his hand. "Isn’t it supposed to be wrong and right? There were only two suggestions."
Brutus looked at him. "The bad guy is always wrong twice and right once."
Paul whispered to himself. "That’s not how logic works."
Brutus ignored him. He looked at the elf.
"My case is different," he said.
The elf frowned. "Different how?"
"I can keep it for however long I want. But the pain increases. Every second. Every minute. It grows. It builds. It becomes unbearable."
He paused.
"And then it reaches a point where I can’t stand it anymore. And I faint. Or worse. I die."
The elf stared at him. His eyes were wide.
"You’re insane," he said.
Brutus smiled. "Maybe."
He took a fighting stance.
"GO! GO! BOYS GO! FIRST FORM!"
He paused. He smiled.
"PLAY BALL!"
He kicked.
His foot connected with the elf’s family jewels. The impact was thunderous. The sound was sickening. The elf’s eyes bulged. His mouth opened. His face turned purple.
He flew.
He soared through the air. He crashed through trees. He crashed through rocks. He crashed through everything.
He disappeared into the distance.
Brutus stood there. His foot was still extended. His smile was still wide.
"Home run," he said.
Paul stared at him. His mouth was open. His eyes were wide.
"What the fuck," he whispered.
Elara stared too. Her expression was a mix of shock and awe.
"That was..." she started.
"Amazing?" Brutus offered.
"Brutal."
"Same thing."
Paul shook his head. He looked at the direction the elf had flown. At the destruction left in his wake.
"He’s going to come back," Paul said. "He always comes back."
Brutus nodded. "I know."
"And you’re going to be in pain. The technique has a time limit."
"I know."
"And we’re all going to die."
Brutus laughed. "Probably."
Paul groaned. "I hate my life."
Elara walked toward Brutus. She placed a hand on his arm. Her eyes were soft.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Brutus looked at her. His smile faded. His expression became serious.
"No," he said. "It hurts. A lot."
"How long can you keep it up?"
"Five minutes. Maybe ten. After that, I’ll collapse."
Elara nodded. "Then we finish this in five minutes."
"We?"
"I’m fighting too. So is Paul."
Paul raised his hand. "Wait. I didn’t agree to that."
"You’re fighting."
"I didn’t—"
"You’re fighting."
Paul sighed. "Fine. I’m fighting."
Brutus smiled. "Thank you."
Elara nodded. She looked at the direction the elf had flown.
"He’s coming back," she said. "Get ready."
Brutus flexed. His muscles bulged. His aura blazed.
"Ready," he said.
Paul raised his hands. His wind swirled.
"Ready," he said.
Elara raised her hands. Her wind swirled.
"Ready," she said.
They waited.
---
The elf came back.
He was flying. His body was broken. His face was twisted with rage. His aura was blazing.
"YOU!" he screamed. "YOU WILL DIE!"
He landed in front of them. He raised his hand. Wind gathered. A spear formed.
Brutus smiled.
"Second form," he said. "GO! GO! BOYS GO! SECOND FORM!"
He paused.
"STRIKE!"
He punched.
His fist connected with the elf’s chest. The impact was thunderous. The elf flew backward. He crashed through trees. He crashed through rocks. He crashed through everything.
He disappeared into the distance.
Brutus stood there. His fist was still extended. His smile was still wide.
"Strike," he said.
Paul stared at him. "That’s the same thing as before."
Brutus shook his head. "No. The first form was a kick. The second form was a punch. Different."
"It’s not different."
"It is."
"It’s not."
Brutus ignored him. He looked at the direction the elf had flown.
"He’s coming back," he said.
Paul groaned. "Of course he is."
---
The elf came back.
He was flying. His body was broken. His face was twisted with rage. His aura was blazing.
"YOU!" he screamed. "YOU WILL DIE!"
He landed in front of them. He raised his hand. Wind gathered. A spear formed.
Brutus smiled.
"Third form," he said. "GO! GO! BOYS GO! THIRD FORM!"
He paused.
"SLAM!"
He jumped.
He flew into the air. He came down. His fist connected with the elf’s head. The impact was thunderous. The elf crashed into the ground. The ground cracked. The earth shook.
Brutus landed. He stood there. His fist was still extended. His smile was still wide.
"Slam," he said.
Paul stared at him. "That’s the same thing as before."
Brutus shook his head. "No. The second form was a punch. The third form was a slam. Different."
"It’s not different."
"It is."
"It’s not."
Brutus ignored him. He looked at the elf. At his broken body. At his unconscious face.
"He’s not getting up," Brutus said.
Elara walked toward him. She looked at the elf. Then at Brutus.
"Is it over?" she asked.
Brutus shook his head. "No. He’ll regenerate. He always does."
The elf’s body glowed. His wounds healed. His bones snapped back. His eyes opened.
He stood up. He looked at Brutus. His face was a mask of rage.
"I’ll kill you," he said. "I’ll kill all of you."
Brutus smiled. "You can try."
The elf charged.
Brutus charged.
They clashed.
---
The fight continued.
Brutus punched. The elf dodged. Brutus kicked. The elf blocked. Brutus slammed. The elf countered.
Paul attacked from the side. His wind blades slashed. The elf dodged. He countered. Paul flew backward. He crashed into a tree.
Elara attacked from the other side. Her wind spears thrust. The elf dodged. He countered. Elara flew backward. She crashed into a rock.
Brutus was alone.
He fought. He punched. He kicked. He slammed. He used every form. Every technique. Every ounce of power.
The elf fought back. He was fast. He was strong. He was relentless.
But Brutus was stronger.
He punched the elf in the face. The elf flew. He crashed. He regenerated.
He kicked the elf in the stomach. The elf doubled over. He regenerated.
He slammed the elf into the ground. The ground cracked. He regenerated.
No matter how much Brutus hurt him, the elf kept coming back.
But Brutus was slowing down.
The pain was increasing. His muscles were screaming. His bones were aching. His body was breaking.
He had minutes left. Maybe less.
He had to finish this.
He took a breath. He steadied himself. He raised his fists.
"Final form," he said.
The elf stopped. He looked at Brutus. His eyes were wide.
"Final form?" he repeated.
Brutus nodded. "Final form."
He closed his eyes. He focused. He reached deep inside himself.
He found it.
The core of his power. The source of his strength. The heart of his boys.
He grabbed it. He squeezed it. He pulled it open.
Golden mana exploded from his body. It swirled around him. It crackled and hummed. It pulsed with power.
Brutus opened his eyes. They were golden. Burning. Glowing.
"GO! GO! BOYS GO! FINAL FORM!"
He paused.
"BOYS! TOGETHER!"
He punched.
The elf raised his hand. A shield formed. The punch connected. The shield shattered. The elf flew.
He crashed through trees. He crashed through rocks. He crashed through everything.
He disappeared into the distance.
Brutus stood there. His fist was still extended. His smile was still wide.
But his body was shaking. His muscles were trembling. His breath was ragged.
The pain was unbearable.
He fell to his knees.
"Brutus!" Elara shouted.
She ran to him. She knelt beside him. She grabbed his arm.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Brutus smiled. A weak, tired smile.
"I’m fine," he said. "Just... tired."
"You’re not fine. You’re shaking."
"I know."
"You need to rest."
"I know."
"Then rest."
Brutus shook his head. "Not yet. He’s still alive."
Elara looked at the direction the elf had flown. At the destruction left in his wake.
"He’s not getting up," she said.
"He will. He always does."
The elf appeared.
He was flying. His body was broken. His face was twisted with rage. His aura was blazing.
"YOU!" he screamed. "YOU WILL DIE!"
He landed in front of them. He raised his hand. Wind gathered. A spear formed.
Brutus stood up. His legs were shaking. His body was trembling.
He raised his fists.
"Come," he said.
The elf charged.
Brutus charged.
They clashed.
And the fight continued.
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