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The ground below spread like mud as Michael's figure disappeared in a blur.
Francis barely had time to understand what happened when Micael appeared in front of him in an instant.
And he barely managed to react when Micael's instep hit his cheek with a kick.
With the black guy being thrown again, Micael turned his attention to the white guy, punching him.
But already visibly prepared, he saw how the white man slightly rotated his hand and the air near his body stirred slightly.
Micael didn't wait to see what kind of attack it was as he used Soru again, his body disappearing from the side and reappearing in front of the man.
In the previous position, the air exploded as if an air cannon had been fired.
Without delay, Micael attacked with a kick, the sole of his foot hit his stomach and threw him.
Micael watched the man as the other was thrown, but ended up landing on his feet, appearing to not have suffered much damage.
Frowning slightly, Micael saw that he would really have to increase his attack power if he wanted to cause any significant damage.
With his hand on his stomach, Hector nonchalantly looked at the boy who had demonstrated impressive and strange abilities.
Holding the cigarette in his mouth, he spoke. — "That was quite impressive, I'm curious to know the extent of your abilities." — Saying this, he took out the cigarette and threw it in front of him.
With the cigarette moving through the air while releasing sparks, Hector moved his hand towards the cigarette and the magic circle appeared again.
Then, as the air around the cigarette stirred, a fiery explosion erupted, sending a huge wave of fire towards Michael.
And in the face of that wave of fire, Micael remained motionless.
With a smooth movement, he raised his left hand into a fist and thrust it forward, along with that, the outline of the demon dack on his back disappearing.
And with the great sea of flames reaching him, it split open before his outstretched fist, traveling sideways without touching him.
When the flames completely passed, Micael became visible to the other two, completely unaffected by the attack.
"Huh." — Hector murmured, a look of curiosity on his face.
Beside him, Francisco calmly raised his hand, intending to make his own attack.
But Micael didn't intend to give him that time, leaning forward, the outline of the demon back returning on his back, he moved forward with a soru.
Arriving in front of Francis, Micael raised his fist to punch him, but unlike the other times, his forearm was reinforced by tekkai.
A punch that connected would do much more damage than his normal punch.
But he couldn't, because, with his fist just a few centimeters from the black man's face, through his peripheral vision, he saw the air next to him compressing quickly and coming towards him.
Reacting quickly, Micael retreated and turned almost comically while using kami-e as he narrowly dodged a wind blade.
However, he barely recovered when the ground softened much faster than before, and as if that wasn't enough, the black man appeared in front of him, attacking him not only with magic, but also with his sword.
Micael prepared to use the soru and retreat, but then, with his eagle eye, he saw how the air behind him converged and brought a cold sensation to his skin.
Ice spikes soon appeared, completely covering his escape route, leaving only a lateral space for him to move, a space that was soon covered by the white man.
The white man attacked him with the sword while keeping the ice spikes pointed at his back.
It only took a short moment for the two to create a strategy that prevented their movement from using Soru more easily, the coordination of these two was impressive.
'But they also know, that blocking me like this is useless.' — With that thought in mind, Micael frowned slightly as he approached the white man.
His back was completely exposed, but with his current vision, being caught off guard was very difficult, however, he still kept his guard up.
His left fist went into the white man's face while his other arm, also using tekkai, moved to block the sword.
His vision also remained focused behind him waiting for the attack.
With his movement and that of the two men about to come into contact with their targets, he prepared to make his move and dodge the attacks coming from behind, but a sudden event stopped him.
Micael felt in real time how the air around him seemed to solidify, the difficulty of pulling air into his lungs and the total stop of his movement, it was as if gravity had increased out of nowhere.
He was taken by surprise, but it only lasted a second, unfortunately, that second was too much for a fight of this caliber.
Hector's sword moved quickly, avoiding the boy's forearm as he took advantage of the opportunity.
The same happened with Francis, he didn't let the opportunity pass him by as his sword sped towards the boy's back.
Then, during that brief second, both swords went all the way until they finally pierced Micael.
At least a little.
The moment Micael snapped out of the surprise and felt the sensation of the swords piercing his skin and the pain that came with it, he immediately used his safe card.
Poof—
With an explosion of smoke, Micael's body disappeared and a piece of ground appeared in its place.
Hector and Francis stopped their movement as the ice spikes disappeared and the shifting ground returned to normal.
Standing still in their attack poses, the two silently looked at the patch of ground between them, then looked away at the boy who had appeared far away from them.
Micael was at that moment checking his injuries, a one centimeter cut on his stomach and another on his lower back, both cuts went through his gray shirt that now had blood stains on it.
Letting go of his shirt, Micael raised his head and looked at the two with a frown, trying to understand what that had been.
"Gravity magic?"— He spoke, more to himself than asking.
"Haha, is that what you think it is?" — Francis spoke with a meaningful smile.
Micael didn't respond, he alternated his gaze between the smiling black guy and the relaxed white guy, his mind searching for an explanation until he thought of one.
"You solidified the air around me." — Micael said looking at the white man, his brow still furrowed.
Hector didn't bother to respond, instead, he himself was analyzing Micael's abilities which he realized weren't magic.
Micael's frown then disappeared, his face returning to calm as he regained focus.
He knew that regardless of what it was, whether there was a limitation or not, he just had to stay alert and try not to be caught by surprise again.
Breathing deeply and slowly, a yellow aura covered his wound as yellow sparks appeared, soon his cuts disappeared.
Hector and Francis naturally noticed this, with Hector muttering thoughtfully. — "Hmm."
And Francis murmuring, looking interested. — "Oho?"
Without wasting any more time, Micael disappeared in a Soru.
Appearing between the two, this time he approached the black man, deciding to attack him as he believed it was perhaps a minor problem.
But maybe it was wrong, as he barely appeared in front of him when the ground shifted again, but that had been different again.
Instead of the ground becoming unstable and him sinking even faster than before, he saw almost in slow motion how hands made from the ground appeared behind the man.
And as if that wasn't enough, the air around his face began to grow cold.
Micael was speechless, as if these guys' reflexes weren't ridiculous enough, their coordination was really annoying.
Canceling the attack, he changed direction and using Soru, went towards the white man, his foot moving against his chest.
But, as before, the white man anticipated his attack as the air around him solidified and his movement immediately stopped.
Frowning at the abrupt lack of air, Micael activated demon back at full power alongside the tekkai as he forced his movement.
Even though it seemed like he was submerged, his stationary foot managed to move towards the target again, but the force behind it was weak, the white man blocked his foot effortlessly.
With a frown, he looked towards the corner, the ground-based attack approaching his back.
He watched as the hands came closer before latching onto him, gripping his limbs and torso.
And as if that wasn't enough, his foot had his shin grabbed by the white guy, and the cold sensation soon came from the contact area.
Micael also began to feel pain where the hands touched him, as if thorns were piercing him, and looking at the hands he saw how they began to deform, creating thorns.
Instantly, Micael used the replacement jutsu again.
Poof—
With the smoke, the piece of ground appeared in its place, but instead of appearing far away, Micael appeared behind the two.
Feeling the growing pain in his eyes, Micael knew he couldn't use the replacement jutsu for long, he had to think of something to counter that strange magic.
Changing his approach, the demon back was deactivated as he raised his arms together, in one swift movement, he thrust his arms and a torrent of fire erupted from his fist.
As the waves of fire approached the two, the ground in front of Micael deformed as more hands appeared, and in addition, the air between his arms distorted as a blade of air appeared.
Micael watched in calm silence as the two's attacks approached, his own fire attack being driven away by a wave of air.
Unaffected, he used Soru and left his position, appearing elsewhere, his hands already moving as the water followed his movements.
With a crack, two whips of water moved through the air toward their targets.
This time, the defense was made by the black man while the ground deformed as two posts rose from the ground.
Along with that, the air around the water whip in the middle started to release steam as the whip started to freeze and started heading towards him.
Feeling the change directly in his perception, Micael undid the freezing of the white man at the same time as he froze the tip of the whip that hit the posts.
With a muffled sound of explosion, the ground posts were destroyed.
Remaining where he was, Micael performed a vertical kick as a blade of wind left his leg.
A rankyaku's blade traveled through the air to the white man, who then destroyed it with his own air blade.
Micael then, in quick succession, executed several kicks with the same leg, sending several rankyaku in sequence.
The air blades traveled towards the two men, but the white man quickly undid each blade.
Changing his attack again, Micael lowered his raised leg while stomping hard on the ground.
As a result, the ground beneath the two men rose, pushing them off balance.
But the black man reacted quickly, with a wave of his hand, the ground descended again in an instant.
Meanwhile, Micael was already attacking again, pieces of ground rising up as he pushed them away with his fists.
Two pieces of ground quickly flew towards the two, while both of them stopped his attacks.
The black man exploded the piece that was flying towards him and the white man broke it in half with a blade of air that was coming towards him.
With the remaining pieces of the ground piece scattered around them, Micael stomped on the ground while using Soru.
Appearing in front of the black man, Micael's fist was already heading towards his face.
But like other times, the ground deformed, the air changed, and his body slowly became sluggish.
So he did what he had in mind.
His body disappeared in an explosion of smoke, a piece of ground in its place, but Micael didn't move far.
Exactly one meter away, his body appeared behind the black man, with his fist already stretched out in a punch.
His plan was simple and easy to understand, to the point where he believed they should expect it too, but that was also the point, its simplicity was what made it effective.
The key point was perfect timing, and with his current eyes able to predict his movements as if he saw the future, his timing was perfect.
And even if that brief moment in which Micael took advantage of the application of that strange magic was wrong and the white man could use it on him now, it would still be too late.
Then, seeing firsthand how his plan came to fruition, Micael's fist traveled to the black man's face as he slowly turned around.
Ignoring the sharp pain in his eyes, demon back activated at full power, tekkai was applied to his arm while a yellow aura surrounded his fist.
With the intention of killing, Micael saw his fist go to the black man's cheek.
But in the middle of the movement he noticed how the corner of the black man's mouth stretched slightly, becoming alarmed, Micael watched as his eyes widened slightly when his fist hit an obstacle.
With a dull thud, Micael saw his fist collide with a transparent blue barrier that appeared out of nowhere, Ripple's energy traveling harmlessly across the surface.
But he didn't even have time to look properly because, faster than he could see, a blow hit him in the side, his breathing stopped as he leaned to the side.
Crack—
With the sound and the pain he felt, it was clear that his ribs had been broken and in his vision the cause of this was the black man's foot that kicked him, his body enveloped in a white aura.
Micael barely had time to process these changes or the pain as his arms moved instinctively as he tried to put up a guard.
But he wasn't fast enough.
Crack—
With another audible sound, another kick hit him in the sinking chest, with his mouth opening reflexively due to the loss of air, Micael was thrown away with force.
Thud—
But his body didn't get very far as he collided with a piece of the floor that had been lifted by Francis to impede his movement.
Falling to the ground after the collision, Micael fell to his knees with one hand on the ground and the other on his chest.
Fighting the pain and shortness of breath, Micael raised his head while clenching his jaw as he looked at the two men.
In his vision, he saw how they both had a white aura surrounding their bodies and he didn't need to make any effort to recognize it.
'Is this Touki? What the fuck, since when can humans use this?'
With a confused frown appearing on his face, he stared at the two men.
And seeing the expression on Micael's face, Francis at that moment decided to speak. — "By your face I see you recognize what this is, so be happy knowing we both had to use this, you really are a troublesome brat."
Hector, with a calm face and still relaxed behavior, also spoke. — "How about you give up now, kid, or do you still have some hidden cards? If so, you better use them now."
Instead of responding, Micael just stared at them for a moment, his mind trying to process this abrupt change.
But without reaching a result, he put it aside and refocused his mind.
His current fighting style would not be enough against Touki, he would have to change his "build", despite not liking what it would be, however, his situation did not allow him to be efficient.
Then, wanting to sigh, he changed, his pupil returning to a circle and the ring of brown light disappearing with his eyes returning to normal and the outline of the Demon's Back disappearing against his shirt.
While Hector and Francis waited, they saw the boy slowly get up, however, it was the popping sound coming from him that stood out.
While they were already speculating what those sounds were, the boy stood up completely, the sinking of his chest and ribs no longer visible, but that wasn't what caught their attention.
In a mix of surprise and caution, they looked at the boy in silence.
This is because, now, in Micael's left eye, contrasting with the dark brown iris, the sclera was black and the veins were red.
At that moment, Micael was like a half-ghoul.
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