"I'll make sure to finish this battle...so there will be a clear winner and loser." The blessed slaughterer declared.
"Heh, by the way, I always wondered if that metallic arm had anything different," Charles replied. "But it looks like that arm will make this fight more exciting than it already will be!"
"Ah, yes. This arm is a modification." The blessed slaughterer responded as he lifted his sleeve, revealing his entire metal arm. Unlike before, it was not radiating with energy. "Although not completely charged, I was trying to kill you...still, your arm got scorched. Using it to the full extent was unnecessary the first time we fought, so you have something to brag about at least."
"Is that so!?" Charles ecstatically asked before rushing the blessed slaughterer. Immediately, they began close-quarters combat.
* * *
Nailhead left the building he got knocked into by Charles, and angrily regrouped with his comrades. His face was bloody, and he had bruises on his body.
"Damn it! That bastard super soldier took that dumbass from me!" Nailhead yelled as the trio watched the blessed slaughterer in action with the criminal.
"Sigh, there's nothing we can do now," Zombie stated. "I just hope he doesn't screw up with killing Charles like last time."
"Yeah, we murdered Jack, so he should murder the other extreme threat," Lancer added.
* * *
"Damn, is that the guy Charles been whining about wanting to fight?" Nathan asked as he continued to spectate. "He doesn't seem as scarred as that walking corpse over there, but I bet he's strongest if Charles longed to fight him so much."
The bastard developer seriously expected me to do anything to them with my current strength...what a piece of shit.
* * *
As they fought, Charles began throwing numerous gust-creating jabs while the blessed slaughterer parried them with his palms.
"I can see you've got stronger than the last time we fought." The blessed slaughterer commended as he parried Charles. "Your attacks are pretty powerful. So the other three weren't just weak then."
"Ha, you haven't seen nothing yet--"
"But you don't seem fast enough to hang with me." The blessed slaughterer interjected before striking Charles in the side of his face with his palm. The striked packed so much power behind it that it disoriented Charles for a split second.
Before Charles regained his composure and attacked again, the blessed slaughterer delivered a triple-palm heel strike to his jaw. In response, blood flew from Charles's mouth.
"Yeah. You aren't fast enough, nor can you react to me." The blessed slaughterer said.
Physical Enhancement: Blood Doping - Maximum!
Suddenly, Charles's muscle mass decreased in exchange for extensive arteries surfacing on his body. In addition, Charles's eyes became bloodshot.
"Oh?" The blessed slaughter said with a look of interest. Charles continued throwing attacks, but they were noticeably faster than before. Creating whipping sounds, his punches cut through the air.
The blessed slaughterer still blocked his attacks, but unlike before, his counters were not as successful. In his attempts to deliver any palm strikes, Charles could react and weave them.
"Hmm, you learned some strange tricks since our last fight too," The blessed slaughterer said as they were both weaving (and the blessed slaughterer parrying) each others' attacks and counters. "But unlike before, your attacks don't pack the power."
Suddenly, the blessed slaughterer caught Charles's fist, and without hesitating, he delivered a powerful straight to his fast. That significantly affected Charles, as he was visibly staggering and disoriented. Following up, the blessed slaughterer performed a sequence of left and right jabs, causing Charles to fall to his knees.
"You're still not enough." The blessed slaughterer said as he spin-kicked Charles while he was on his knees, sending him across the city block. Digging his hands into the ground, Charles stopped his movement.
Noticing parked vehicles, Charles did what he usually does - chuck them. The blessed slaughterer noticed oncoming cars and even trucks being hurled towards him.
Seriously?
Effortlessly, he moved around to avoid being hit by them. The vehicles instead crashed in the ground or the property, resulting in multiple explosions.
Tsk, this criminal is just causing unnecessary property damage...I should end this fast.
The blessed slaughterer stopped him from throwing anymore by quickly dashing up to him, where their close-quarters battle continued. Once again, the blessed slaughterer managed to block every punch and kick that Charles performed.
Charles did everything he could, even alternating between blood and adrenaline doping for faster strikes when attacking, and better durability for defending. That proved ineffective, however, as he still lacked the attack power in his attacks, and the reaction time needed to counter after successfully defending.
With the blessed slaughterer's overwhelming physical prowess, he executed a brutal combination of palm-heel strikes and punches all over Charles's body. With each attack, visible bruising emerged, and blood was coughed up.
Mercilessly, the blessed slaughterer grabbed Charles and spun him around. As he spun Charles around, powerful winds were generated. Contended with the speed he was spinning Charles, the blessed slaughterer tossed him.
Like a pinball, Charles ended up bouncing around numerous (already damaged) infrastructure and vehicles, before soaring high into the air. Finally, the blessed slaughterer, who was hovering over Charles, delivered a downward hammer fist, sending him crashing into a very large building, wrecking it in the process.
Damn...I got a bit engrossed in the fight...but it's fine. I'll just kill him...
* * *
"Looks like our 'strongest' won't be having any trouble, huh," Lancer said. "At least he gets to redeem himself now."
"Tsk! Who the hell do I even get to rip apart then!?" Nailhead angrily asked.
* * *
"Damn, they are moving too fast, so it's rather hard to see what's going on, but I think Charles is getting his ass handed to him." Nathan surmised. "Tsk, hopefully he has a trick up his sleeve, because if he dies, then I literally have zero chance of winning this war."
The blessed slaughterer approached Charles, who was lying in debris from the destroyed building. Charles was rather visibly injured but was slowly trying to get up.
"You remember, Charles?" The blessed slaughterer suddenly spoke. "When we fought last time, I beat you so badly that your entrails were strewn across the ground."
"Ugh..."
"But even though I put you in such a bad state and left you for dead, you somehow managed to survive." The blessed slaughterer continued. "Well, who would've guessed that someone could survive the injuries you sustained."
"Haha...there's no way...I would have died in such a mundane way...as being left for dead!" Charles declared as he stood on his feet."
"Yeah, you're right, and that lesson taught me to always make sure my opponents are dead." The blessed slaughterer added. "I'll crush your heart, your lungs, your liver, and your brain. You'll die from that, just like the other criminals I've done that to!" He declared before performing a thrust kick, which Charles barely blocked.
Charles was knocked out of the building, which the blessed slaughterer nonchalantly walked out of.
"Haha...you really are...strong." Charles complimented. "You truly are my greatest rival..."
"You were never my rival." The blessed slaughterer corrected. "Since you're so weak."
"Nah, you are my rival. Which is why I'm glad I trained." Charles said, which intrigued the blessed slaughterer somewhat. "I've been keeping this skill, just for you!"
"Huh--"
"Physical Enhancement - Stacking!"
Charles kept the increased muscle mass from his maximum adrenaline doping, but strangely, his body was littered with arteries and his eyes were bloodshot from maximum blood doping.
What is this now?
Far surpassing the speed of sound, Charles rocketed towards the blessed slaughterer, surprising him. Charles delivered a flurry of punches, which although the blessed slaughterer blocked, he managed to break through his defenses. Much to the trio of super soldiers and Nathan's shock, Charles delivered a clean right hook to the blessed slaughterer's face.
"What!?" Lancer uttered as the trio watched with shock.
As he was knocked away, the blessed slaughterer kept his feet planted, causing a trail to be left in the ground. His jaw had a slight visible bruise from the hook.
"What...the hell is this...now?" The blessed slaughterer asked, with a look of annoyance.
"Hah...this is the first time I'm using this in a fight," Charles responded. "But I'll soon get the hang of this. The real fight starts now, blessed slaughterer!!!"