Although the threat of the Uprising Venom reached its conclusion, The Triumph Makers remained on the crime scene, gathering in a circle. Specifically, they chose their spots on the levitating blue building with the projection of the bleached-skin bald man carrying the soap and valiantly smiled.
Some armored policemen locked their eagle glares toward the Triump Makers from the far left, parking their cars on the sidewalk. The Triumph Makers were the main savior of the raid, but cautiousness still lingered within their eyes, such as the old policeman rotating his single holographic glasses.
"We're all waiting for this new hero to respawn again?" Scrap Devil asked, lifting his opened arms and rotating his teasing look at Prila.
Daigrun VII nodded and affirmed, "We need to be sure he is on our side."
"Unless you couldn't control the desire to find a pleasure partner..." Daigrun VII taunted, tilting his head to the left and bursting out a high-pitched laughter. "Then, you have to get through me first."
Scrap Devil spun his head in bothersome, "No thanks. I passed."
"This can go faster if you utter his name, Prila," Scrap Devil provoked, forcing The Hair Magician to grunt.
"That will not work," Prila replied, breathing a long chilling air. "He is the same guy who disappeared for 10 years without giving any farewell except me."
"Yes, he is quite a bizarre individual," VWX uttered, landing his gentle arm on Mina Rodax's left shoulder. "You can never think of him as a normal person in the first place."
"Then how the hell, you can be friends with him?' Scrap Devil asked with a bemused tone.
VWX sighed and chuckled as he tapped his chest, "He is the one who gave me this armor and trained me to master this power."
"The same armor that stabilizes my power back when I couldn't control my power, And the intense training before he decided to travel the world" VWX professed. "I quite owed him a lot."
"Are you sure this is still the same person you knew?" Mina Rodax asked skeptically.
"Because my telepathy couldn't reach his mind. It's like he put a strong a telephatical resistance. I'm afraid he is planning something else," Mina Rodax assumed with a worried tone.
Prila drew her hand and explained, "Probably he used some kind of dark force to prevent a telepath like you from reading his mind."
"He is not completely evil, but he is not pure-hearted either," Prila exclaimed, closing her eyes briefly.
"And if I could beat her, so did he I guess," Prila added.
Daigrum VII raised his shaking clenched fist and announced. "The new hero might be a close friend to Prila and VWX, but we should stay cautious."
"Especially with Mina Rodax's last statement, we must be prepared for the possibility of the new hero revealing himself as one of our dangerous adversaries," Daigrum VII warned the others with a rigid tone.
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The bloody duel was now fell into The Ace Duelist's favor as he flexibly glided to the left, evading the speeding beam from his foe. Viscable immediately unbridled the impulsing blast by thrust his shard to the side, hovering to Azka-Lal who frantically commanded the gatling muzzles to lock their targets at the fleeing foe
However, the blast instantaneously penetrated the joint of her crab leg first as The Ace Duelist rotated his gliding body downward, discharging the untamed strings of electricities shortly and severing her motion. It trembled Azka-Lal as she shrieked, feeling the numbness in her lower part.
Rocketing sparkles roared through the back as The Ace Duelist hurtled in the air, tangling the tip of the shard with the horde of particles. Azka-Lal might not be able to feel any semblance of movement on his lower part, but his serrated sight kept its focus on her foe, shoving her arms down.
With The Ace Duelist achieving the narrow distance of his disabled opponent, he flipped himself to the left and directed the charged-up shard on the neck. The Old Woman hurriedly fueled the barrel of the shotgun arm and pressed the trigger, repusilvely liberated the blue beam with jostling the air behind her.
In spontaneous reflex, The Ace Duelist swiveled his hovering body to the right, evading the beam. An opportunity to fire his weapon fell into his hand as Viscable hoisted the shard to liberate the magenta blast, soaring onto The Old Woman's neck that led her to hurl a beam from the sniper arm that she lashed down
The recent beam instantly transformed into the duo-colored portal when ramming the blast. The wavering portal drowned the blast into its inside, pulverizing the traces before it departed from The Old Woman's eye. She exhaled a couple of exhausted breaths, feeling the heavy pressure on her lungs.
'Impressive this so-called new hero managed to injure me like this,' The Old Woman mumbled with a gratified tone, glancing toward The Ace Duelist who drifted to the right side and aimed his glassy shard at her.
The Old Woman cleared her throat and continued, 'He indeed pushed my nerve to use the full extent of my power."
'It seems every new hero now is much stronger than I expected. I might enjoy the fight, but I couldn't fail my comrade' Azka-Lal thought, flickering the emerald-green gleam through her eyes.
Azka-Lal waved her mechanical arms and chanted, "Heed me to unleash your venom to the rest of the world, Serpentistinger!!"
Another discerning blast was omitted from the shard, heading to The Old Woman who submissively bowed her head, As the magenta blast was about to puncture Azka-Lal's neck, a tempest of emerald acid marched from beneath her, enveloping her entire body like a butterfly cocoon.
The cocoon shielded the blast, nullifying its penetrating strike and alerting The Ace Duelist to initiate a retreating hover to the right. He hopped on the particles under his feet to launch him further from his opponent, but the effort wasn't a complete success with the cocoon spouting the acidified balls
The balls fell on top of the glassy shard, melting its surface and driving The Ace Duelist to toss it aside. After watching his weapon rapidly evaporate into a mass of smoke, Viscable hastened to move back until he hit the arena's barrier. He anticipatively lifted his right guarding arm on his face.
"She changed form, quite a surprise" The Ace Duelist whispered, rubbing his chest and transferring more flare on the dark flare shelving his beating heart.
Viscable giggled and uttered, "The true form that only a few people faced her and survived."
"Cannot wait to see its full potential before I crush her," The Ace Duelist said with an enthrallment consuming his voice before he glanced at the black watch and precisely darted his sight at the fist icon.
"Or perhaps I should transform too when she is done," Viscable added, chuckling and elevating the watch closer to his eyes.
Then, The Ace Duelist rested his hand and witnessed the acidified tempest shrink without leaving any remains, unfolding the striking sighting. To be more precise, Viscable caught The Old Woman's arms entire back was constricted by a hundred green snakes either opening their hungry fangs or forming a furious stare.
Azka-Lal gently mashed her hands which were tainted by the wrapping green ropes, signaling the snakes to implant their fangs on her back. She growled in stammering pain, feeling hundreds of molten needles pinched on her. Encroaching green liquid streamed into the rest of her limbs, retreating her arm.
Nevertheless, the pain of the side effect encountered its end with the hundred snakes dispersed into the massive mass of sparks fleeting away. No longer enduring any sense of tormenting pain in her back, Azka-Lal pushed her sight, which flickered the dancing gleams in her eyes.
The trio of the girthy forest green snaked with violet spots stitched on her spines and possessed the hazy plate closely resembling scorpions stings on their heads. A large metal olive green snake tail was unveiled as the result of the transformation, slamming itself to create a small quake. A corroded skeletal head planted on the tip of the tail, fulminating the boiling air within its holed eyes.
The Ace Duelist heedfully hovered in Azka-Lal's direction and wrapped the watch as he continued. Obtaining the sighting of Viscable approaching her, the tail carried her to move by crawling forward. She positioned both her arm weapons in a straight line shooting position, continuing to glance at her foe who still coming closer.
"I have a question Does your battle arena have something special other than a death match?" Azka-Lal asked, peering at the trio of snakes behind her.
The Ace Duelist cackled hushedly and replied, "When you die in Parallel Freedom, you will be back in an unconscious state and have most of your injuries recovered."
"Did you still uphold the usual moral code of never taking a life?" Azka-Lal taunted.
"Nah. It's only a personal preference. I never like having the blood of the dead on my hand" Viscable countered and continued with a deep stern voice."Unless you manage to push me, then I have no hesitation to kill you."
Azka-Lal sniggered, "You truly a selfish monster who only cared about his pride more than the rest of the world."
"I might love to fight with a young hero before I ended their wildest dream, but at least I still cared for Uprising Venom and my comrades," Azka-Lal scolded with a little bit of resentment. "While you embrace the selfishness. quite ironic that you are supposed to be the pure-hearted hero."
"Because I also sense some darkness within your heart. A literal dark magic" Azka-Lal added, glistening her sight that zoomed into view of The Ace Duelist's beating heart, shelved by the active dark torch.
The Ace Duelist declared a round of ridicule laughter and mocked, "Foolish trick. You try to put my fighting spirit down through morality talk."
"Sorry, it's not going to work on me, you old woman," The Ace Duelist assured. "I only become a superhero as a path to achieve my goal. To become the best one in the whole world."
"I will do anything to achieve it!!" Viscable added, raising his voice. "Even if it costs my life!!"
The Old Woman deeply grumbled and challenged her foe's argument, "Why are you so eager to become the best one?
"It's my greatest life goal!!" The Ace Duelist deepened his blaring voice and uplifted his firing fist of eagerness. "My sole purpose to ever walk on this world!"
Azka-Lal shook her head and blew a high-pitched whistle, "You are indeed committed to your life goal."
"What a rare opportunity to see a hero who centered his goal on a selfish ambition," Azka-Lal admitted, provoking the snakes on her beck to hiss. "This experience was one of the most memorable once I claimed your head."
"Then, now let's try facing my new form," The Ace Duelist said, tapping the fist icon on his watch.
The backpack rapidly blew the sparkling steam before it hastened off The Ace Duelist, leaving it flooded by the grayish particles. It led the backpack to drop and scatter into thousands of particles as Viscable landed on the ground, assertively pointing his hand to the sky above. The majority of the main ornament from The Ace Duelist form disintegrated, quickly returning Viscable armored into its original form.
"Since you already changed form, allow me to do it too," Viscable muttered and raised his voice as he chanted. "The boxer who consistently secures his position as the deadliest champion in the ring."
"Many foolish challengers tremble with his almost endless combo of attack!!" Viscable shouted, jabbing his chest and evoking the tornado of amber particles to enfold his entire body.
"Strike your way out and lend me your strength, Blaster Jabber!!" Viscable added, spawning the voluminous square projection from the amber particles merging behind him.
The flashing surface of the projection was tributed to materialize its true form especially with it gliding closer to Viscable. Hence, it morphed into the stannic amber square with the silver-steel logo of the main proudly presenting its champion belt. The black dots on his back sprawled out the amber strings that magnetically tangled the square back and dragged to fasten on his spine.
The dazzling amber light shone through the entire part of Viscable's armor before it dimmed out, dominantly replacing the gray color with a glittering amber. The tornado made its last spin to the right and completely ceased to exist, unfolding the new form into The Old Woman's face, and sprinting back.
Solidified golden head-guard covered Viscable's entire head, securing the tiny bright yellow rectangular crystals on the side parts. His face was sleeved by the embarking yellow mask with the rectangular dark-yellow eyes. A group of tied golden ball necklaces swaddled his golden neck, glistening the ray of the creamy beam like a party light.
A pair of girthy rounded flaxen shoulder pats covered both Viscable's shoulders. The shoulder pats displayed the small yellowish silhouette of the man ready to jab. They also hung the silver spiraling surfaces of twin cables on his arms, connected to the amber-quartz surface boxing gloves that fastened on his hands.
Brawny tow-colored, metal chest plate bolted on Viscable's entire upper limbs, presenting the white jewel glove, affixed on the middle spot. Creamy coin dots patched on both sides of his upper chest part, flickering the amber glimmers shortly before they unroll the small mass of amber particles.
Amber light radiated within the glossy front part of his armor, generating the fair-yellow projection on his knees. The fair-yellow gleams shimmered into the back of his legs's reflecting surfaces. It arrayed the tiny rectangular projection on the back part of his ankles. He also sported a pair of gem-like yellow boots scattering the feral group of amber particles through his ankles.
"Changing your form into a boxer?" Azka-Lal commented as she scanned her foe's newest appearance
"Interesting move for switching your fighting style into a complete melee," Azka-Lal spoke with a captivated voice. "Or there must be another surprise coming from your new form, new hero."
"We shall see about it," Viscable replied chillingly. Under his mask, he stretched his grin as he eyed The Old Woman and looked at the arena's above view.
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