As Yaxoc sprinted alongside Mr. Hight, they arrived at the scene of the explosions, only to be confronted by a vast swarm of enemies. Yaxoc's eyes widened as he took in the sheer number of foes encircling them. "Damn... Mr. Hight? We're completely surrounded."
Mr. Hight glanced around calmly, his tone unwavering. "We've got two options here. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your call."
A smirk tugged at Yaxoc's lips as he cracked his knuckles. "Let's make it interesting. The hard way."
Mr. Hight sighed, but a faint smile played on his face. "Alright then. Get ready."
Without further warning, the enemies rushed in, and the battle erupted into chaos. Yaxoc darted forward, fists flying as he swiftly knocked out one enemy after another with precise punches and powerful kicks. His movements were fluid, brutal, and relentless. Meanwhile, Mr. Hight unleashed his telekinesis, effortlessly flinging enemies aside, clearing large groups in seconds.
Despite the overwhelming numbers, they were holding their ground, the two of them cutting through the enemy forces with terrifying efficiency. However, amidst the fray, a figure stood silently on a nearby rooftop, observing with growing interest.
The powerful enemy, eyes gleaming with amusement, watched the battle unfold. "Interesting..." he muttered to himself. His gaze fixed on Yaxoc, his expression shifting from curiosity to disbelief. "Who's that white-haired kid?"
He focused for a moment, trying to sense Yaxoc's magic, only to be met with nothing. "No magic? How is that possible?" His eyes narrowed as he watched Yaxoc continue to tear through trained enemies with ease. "Magicless, yet this strong? He's taking them down as if they're nothing. There's more to this one than meets the eye."
The powerful enemy's intrigue deepened as he contemplated his next move.
As the powerful enemy watched from the rooftop, a cruel smile spread across his face as he saw his forces fall at the hands of Mr. Hight and Yaxoc. "Looks like it's time for me to make my move," he muttered. With a burst of speed, he leaped from the building, dashing toward them at an incredible pace, his A+ speed making him almost a blur.
Before he could close the distance, a powerful fist collided with him, sending him flying back several feet, crashing into the ground with a thud. Mr. Hight, watching the whole thing, glanced over at Yaxoc. "You reacted to his speed?" he said, his tone indifferent but laced with subtle admiration. "Hmph. Seems like you don't need magic to handle opponents like him."
Mr. Hight then turned his gaze to the dazed enemy, now struggling to his feet. "Zarzock... I should've known it was you." His voice carried a hint of disdain. "The traitor who turned on us five years ago."
Zarzock, shaking off the impact, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and let out a twisted laugh. "So, you still remember me, huh?" He cracked his knuckles, eyes gleaming with malevolent excitement. "And this student of yours... No magic, yet he's strong enough to knock me back? Interesting."
Mr. Hight took a step back, locking eyes with Yaxoc. "Yaxoc, he's all yours."
Yaxoc blinked, a bit confused by Mr. Hight's sudden withdrawal, but shrugged it off with a confident grin. "Don't sweat it, Hight. I'll take him down right here and RIGHT NOW!" he shouted, stepping forward into a fighting stance, his eyes fixed on Zarzock, ready for the clash.
Zarzock, barely regaining his balance, sneered through gritted teeth. "Really, Hight? You let this kid fight for you? Pathetic—" His words were cut off as Yaxoc blitzed him, landing five rapid punches to his face and torso with shocking precision.
"Don't get cocky, old man!" Yaxoc smirked, his confidence radiating. "I'm about to break you!" With a sudden burst of speed, Yaxoc launched a flurry of relentless attacks, each punch pushing Zarzock further back. The villain could barely block, struggling to comprehend the overwhelming strength behind each blow.
In Zarzock's mind, panic set in. How is this kid so strong?!
Yaxoc didn't let up, finishing his onslaught with a devastating roundhouse kick that connected squarely with Zarzock's chest. The force sent him careening through the air, smashing through six buildings before coming to a halt, buried in the rubble.
Mr. Hight, watching from the sidelines, couldn't hide his surprise. "He sent Zarzock flying with one kick… I never imagined this."
Just then, Luna rushed over, concern etched across her face. "Mr. Hight! Are you okay?"
Mr. Hight, still focused on Yaxoc's impressive display, nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." He gestured toward Yaxoc with a hint of awe.
Luna's eyes widened in disbelief as she watched the aftermath. "How... How did he do that?" Her gaze darted to the collapsed buildings. "How did he…?"
Mr. Hight's tone grew serious as he answered, "Yaxoc's kick was so powerful, he sent Zarzock crashing through six buildings." He paused, a note of respect creeping into his voice. "He might be stronger than even the Z+ ranked saviors... and that's saying something."
Zarzock, still reeling from the earlier attack, teleported a safe distance away from Yaxoc, glaring intensely. "You bastard..." He paused, sensing something unsettling about Yaxoc's presence. A cold chill crept down his spine as he muttered, "What is this...?" His eyes narrowed, trying to figure out the source of the unease.
But before he could fully process it, Yaxoc had vanished from his spot.
Zarzock's eyes widened in disbelief. "What the—?!" He spun around just in time to see Yaxoc reappear behind him, his fist already cocked back. With no time to react, Zarzock took the full brunt of Yaxoc's punch square to the head. The force was so overwhelming that Zarzock was knocked unconscious instantly, crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.
Luna and Mr. Hight stood frozen in shock, their eyes locked on the fallen villain.
"I knew Zarzock was strong enough to destroy an entire city," Luna said, her voice shaky. "But seeing Yaxoc hit him like that... it's insane!"
Mr. Hight, equally stunned, nodded slowly. "If only I had known what power that fragment held... It's the Yeoric bloodline that strengthens the shard's power within him. This is beyond anything I've ever seen." His gaze lingered on Yaxoc, realizing that the boy held a force even greater than they could have imagined.
After Yaxoc knocked out Zarzock, he quickly straightened up, his cold, overpowering presence fading away as he muttered, "That guy was weak."
Mr. Hight and Luna, feeling a wave of relief, exchanged glances and nodded.
Luna, still concerned, asked, "Are you hurt?"
Yaxoc shot her a deadpan look and replied, "Yeah, no shit, Sherlock."
Annoyed by his response, Luna's ears twitched in frustration. Without hesitation, she slapped him hard across the face.
Yaxoc grunted, holding his cheek, "How the hell does a catgirl have a slap that strong?!"
Mr. Hight, watching their interaction with mild amusement, let out a small smile. "Impressive..." he murmured under his breath. He then turned away and gestured for both of them to follow. "Come on, Luna, Yaxoc. Our job here is done."
With that, the three walked off, leaving the chaos behind.