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Chapter 167 - Power Without Power

"So, what's the gain of doing this again?" Jamal asked the man, shivering slightly.

It was an unusual chilly night, after quite an eventful day, and Jamal was shuttering with each breath outside the building. He stared ahead to the man, who eyed him cautiously, before getting into a stance.

"Before we practice, I must test your current ability without powers. That's why I told you to put on the tight outfit, it's due to the fact that many people are dependent with them, and without it, they are nothing." the man told him, "Now, let's get started shall we."

Jamal watched almost eagerly, thinking about the old days of training with Boom, and the others. But that was in the past, and in his current form, he was going to lose to Youden. That was unless he changed right now and here.

"Then let's give it a go!" Jamal was determined, as he rushed towards the man.

Although he was much slower, Jamal eyed carefully, as he attempted to kick the man's face, before having the attack blocked with ease.

"You're going to have to do more than that, that won't be good enough for even some former students like mine!" the man grinned, before punching Jamal back.

It caused him to stagger, feeling pain in a similar way to the way he was attacked to weaken him to lose his powers. Taking a deep breath, he concentrated only on the man, homing into him, and ignoring his surroundings. The man eagerly looked pleased, as he began his counter, stinging with each attack. Jamal hissed in frustration, before launching a punch to the man's stomach. With no difficulty, the man grabbed his arm, causing Jamal to travel forward, before getting kneed in his chin.

"This is embarrassing." Jamal muttered, with the man staying back, patiently watching.

"Boom would probably agree." the man agreed with.

That name sounded familiar to Jamal, before realizing he meant the one and only. That, that couldn't be right could it?

"Ah, he never told you about me? No wonder you have no idea about me." the man said, "It's Calwort. Calwort Denzig."

"No. You couldn't have trained him. That's impossible!" Jamal had to figure, "If that's really the case, then I owe you more then this."

Calwort just watched, as Jamal just stood in place, before closing his eyes. He watched as the man was straining himself to create fire, heat, or anything at all.

"Don't forget, you have the retardant suit on. Your powers will unfortunately not work."

"Oh yeah, almost forgot about that." Jamal recalled, "But I still have one trick up my sleeve."

Calwort just watched as Jamal started yet another rush. But something was different, as the young man sidestepped to the side. Anticipating a kick, Calwort raised his arm to block, before gasping in pain. Jamal had planted his feet into his stomach, to which was unguarded, before pushing off the man.

"I've only been using my arms, but my legs are where my true strength comes into effect. Thanks for that reminder."

Calwort was a bit confused, before Jamal kicked his blocking arm even harder then before, completely off the ground, causing the man to slide to the side several inches. So that's what his plan is going to be then.

"Alright, I can work with that," Calwort noted, as Jamal began to grin, even more confident than before.

Soon, Calwort was back to barely holding off Jamal, as each ferocious attack left a searing pain across his entire body. Even trying to hit his weak points, Calwort was unable to touch him, as Jamal would continue to dodge even faster than before.

"I think that's enough for today." Calwort was panting, with Jamal itching for more.

"You give up already? I finally get the edge, and you gotta back down now?" Jamal hummed with excitement.

"I didn't think you would figure out your strengths so quickly. At least I know you do have some actual skill, but there is still much to learn and master." Calwort noted, before beginning to walk back to his home, to with disappointment, Jamal walked behind with his main goal still in mind: for Youden's death to be brought by his hands.