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The Bone Removal technique was unleashed with incredible speed, leaving the approaching Cosmic Worms in a state of passivity. Freyr swung his staff without hesitation, striking at both weak points and vulnerable targets above him. The heavy blows caused pain to radiate through his hands, and several leg bones were shattered. He did not give his opponents a moment to hesitate; with a swift kick, he sent two of them flying.
Freyr's eyes seemed to be shrouded in a blood-red haze, and his body felt more agile than before. He could sense the wild power within him awakening, and instead of suppressing it, he embraced this surge of energy, allowing it to fuel his murderous intent. The staffs in the hands of others bent and broke under the force of his strikes.
He discarded the iron rod he had been wielding and moved with the speed of a shadow, darting through the chaos like a beast. His teeth were quickly armed for battle as he clenched his fists, using his arms to block incoming strikes. He tore at the clothing of a nearby Cosmic Worm, opening his mouth wide to bite down hard on its neck.
The heavy bite brought forth the sweet taste of blood to his tongue.
As soon as he tasted that sweetness, his consciousness suddenly returned. He released his grip on the Cosmic Worm and ripped off the medal from its chest, kicking it aside. Had he not regained his senses at that crucial moment, he might have bitten off a large chunk of flesh, making him a target for everyone. This strange sensation was subtle yet profound; he felt chains within him beginning to unlock.
Freyr understood that the mysterious energy hidden inside him was a latent ability known as Gene Lock, sealed deep within his body. It would only awaken in moments of life-and-death decisions. The consequences of overusing this power were severe, so he knew he had to achieve victory within the effective time frame of Gene Lock.
To others, it might have seemed reckless for him to engage barehanded against weapons like an animal, but he succeeded where many would fail. Several Cosmic Worms removed their plastic masks and medals in surrender, their faces betraying their embarrassment.
They discarded their medals and masks ceremoniously at Freyr's feet as he walked past them. The seriousness on his face had not faded; there was no time to focus on the spoils of victory. According to the rules, only those wearing medals on their chests were considered victors, and by surrendering, these individuals had effectively declared their withdrawal from the fight.
Ahead stood one individual who showed no signs of conceding. Since this person refused to admit defeat, Freyr intended to force him into submission. The man standing before Xiong Tai was none other than the captain of the Cosmic Insect Faction—a towering figure at two meters tall with an impressive wingspan, undoubtedly a warrior with near-explosive combat prowess. However, in Freyr's previous life, this man's reputation was far from favorable.
Yet this upcoming battle would surely attract attention. Freyr charged forward with explosive speed, moving as if gliding over flat ground while facing the massive opponent wielding a staff that came crashing down with thunderous speed. Freyr ducked just in time as the staff whizzed over his head, feeling a rush of heat from its passage.
Sensing this change in momentum, Freyr quickly lowered himself and slipped between the giant's legs before delivering a powerful upward strike against its back. The massive figure lurched forward unexpectedly. However, another roar echoed as Freyr executed a swift backward roll and looked back at where he had just been standing—now reduced to dust as the ground shattered under the impact of the staff.
The sense of danger did not diminish; everything around him seemed predictable in this heightened state—especially in those critical moments before an attack when tension surged within him. He steadied himself and suddenly surged forward with incredible speed toward his opponent's chest, unleashing a flurry of heavy punches.
His opponent endured blow after blow that twisted his face in agony; however, hidden behind the plastic mask was an expression that revealed nothing but fury—his pride lay in strength yet he failed to land a single hit on Freyr. Humiliated in front of everyone during such an important match made him feel like nothing more than a scrawny monkey with an arrogant glare.
Fueled by rage that reached its peak, he lifted his staff and swung it violently. His heavy body trembled against the ground with each step like a frenzied penguin—powerful yet unsteady. Freyr appeared slightly overwhelmed by this brute force but showed no hesitation; his reflexes were sharp as he sidestepped just in time.
Freyr’s athleticism was extraordinary; such speed was beyond ordinary human reaction times. By the time Maggie realized what was happening, it felt like a Mighty Bull charging forward again with no effect whatsoever.
The feeling of danger lingered heavily in his heart as Maggie roared in frustration while wildly swinging his staff again and again—each strike missing its mark and crashing into the ground instead. Despite witnessing this scene unfold before him, Maggie dared not stop swinging his weapon; even though Freyr moved with blinding speed, he kept pace without showing any signs of fatigue.
However, merely exchanging blows yielded no advantage for either side; neither could inflict damage on the other—one attacked while the other evaded—and prolonged engagement would only lead to exhaustion for both parties as blurred shadows from Maggie’s swings passed by without landing a single blow on Freyr’s body.
Freyr felt a surge of anxiety as the sense of crisis intensified. He quickly realized his legs were beginning to weaken, a side effect that was gradually manifesting. His consciousness was rapidly dissipating, and the world around him appeared as if it were flickering like an afterimage. With no time to hide any longer, Freyr knew he had to strike first.
He initiated his attack with Bone Removal, aiming to crush the speed of his opponent.
At that moment, he focused intensely, his body feeling utterly exhausted. However, this was the time to exert himself. All the strength within him surged toward the tip of his fist. The massive figure charging toward him seemed to move in slow motion, like a scene from a film. There was no time for him to overthink; he dashed forward, and compared to earlier, his speed had noticeably declined, indicating a severe drop in stamina.
Meanwhile, the situation of their battle was being closely monitored. Instructor Fang watched the fight unfold on the virtual screen, nodding and clapping in approval. A nearby officer glanced at his watch and leaned closer to Fang, whispering something, only to be met with a sharp reprimand from the instructor. "What’s going on? This is getting exciting! Let them continue fighting; we’ll step in once there’s a clear winner. You go prepare; it won’t last much longer."
In the monitoring room, several medical personnel stood by, summoned for emergencies. As the game progressed, injuries were becoming inevitable. The room buzzed with anxious voices. "Medical team, we have quite a few injured students. I hope the medical equipment is ready. We still have some time; let’s get everything prepared for when it’s needed."
Amidst all this commotion, no one seemed to notice Freyr charging at the massive figure before him. As he felt a suffocating threat approaching, he instinctively halted his advance. Without thinking further, he closed his eyes and relied solely on sound and instinct to gauge the distance, hearing a deafening roar in his ears.
He suddenly thrust his fist forward, channeling all his gathered strength into it.
Maggie’s explosive power sent Freyr flying more than two meters away. He gasped for breath as he clutched his chest; that punch had fully awakened his senses. The effects of Gene Chain clearly wouldn’t last long, and he felt immense pain coursing through him—an overwhelming ache that felt like being gnawed by ants spread throughout his body as cold sweat broke out.
But Maggie also let out a sudden scream, collapsing onto her knees while clutching her leg in fury. Those watching dared not speak; despite their differing fighting styles, both had managed to hold their ground until now. Maggie's knee had been struck by Bone Removal, leaving her shaken and limping.
Freyr's vision began to blur, but he could still see Maggie slowly approaching him. A wave of cold sweat washed over him as intense pain began to subside somewhat; however, this only highlighted how weak he felt—he could muster no strength at all. He patted his trembling thighs twice and managed to stand back up defensively.
"Still want to fight? Just wait until I rip every bone from your body!"
At that moment, Freyr realized how weak he truly was after their series of exchanges. His grip tightened involuntarily on his arm as sudden pain shot through it; he felt a cramp seize him. For a moment, he struggled to relax while trying not to let Maggie notice.
She approached closer and seized Freyr by the throat, lifting him off the ground. Despite appearing injured, Maggie still retained considerable strength. As she tightened her grip around his neck, Freyr gasped for air and desperately clawed at her arms while delivering a kick straight into her neck.
Maggie twisted her sore neck but showed no signs of loosening her grip. Without any protection in place, anyone caught in her hold could easily be killed; those nearby dared not intervene—regardless of gender—they would all be seen as accomplices deserving punishment.
At that moment, Freyr slowly opened his eyes and spat blood onto Maggie's face with a wicked grin. "If you have what it takes, kill me! Otherwise, you’re my grandchild!"
Maggie seemed to sense something amiss; she flung Freyr down onto the ground and wiped the blood from her face with a grunt before reaching down to grab him again.
"Die, you bastard."
Freyr's face was covered in blood as he stood unsteadily, a steel rod appearing in his hand without him realizing it. He let his opponent reach out, knowing he only needed to strike once. The rod came down mercilessly on Maggie's knee, causing her to scream and fall to the ground, clutching her injured leg. In a sudden burst of anger, she swung her arm, and with a loud smack, Freyr lost his balance, leaning heavily to one side. His face was already smeared with blood, but he didn't care about leaving more.
Freyr responded with a punch that landed squarely on Maggie's nose, sending blood gushing out.
Maggie, frustrated, let out a high-pitched shout and lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his waist as they both tumbled and rolled in a chaotic struggle.
Freyr was no longer at a disadvantage; he bit down hard on her earlobe and yanked it violently, tearing flesh from bone. Despite this brutal act, the fight continued unabated as Maggie relentlessly pounded her fists into his face. It seemed he had forgotten this was merely a contest; instead, he was intent on killing the person who had wronged him, landing several solid blows to her vital areas.
He felt an increasing thrill as he threw punches while laughing maniacally, like a demon in human skin toying with its prey. Freyr felt his breath becoming shallow and his consciousness fading slightly. Instinctively, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the last resort: Memory Metal. At this point, he was barely aware of the pain; his nose, chest, and mouth were all battered, with several teeth knocked out—this scene was nothing short of brutal.
Suddenly, a shield of Blue Particles formed rapidly around them, enveloping both fighters. Maggie was sent flying several meters away as if struck by an invisible vehicle.
Freyr clutched his neck, finally catching his breath. Just as he steadied himself, Maggie limped toward him, her knees buckling under her weight. Yet she refused to give up; even if she had to crawl, she would ensure the humiliation she suffered would not go unpunished. Leaning against the wall for support, Freyr slowly pulled out the last piece of Memory Metal.
A blue particle of light quickly reformed. He hurled the Memory Metal into the air; it was all he could do now. If this failed too, then he would have no choice but to accept his fate quietly. The blue light from the Memory Metal began to radiate brilliantly as if a Blue Lotus were slowly blooming before them.
As Maggie walked forward, she suddenly beheld this spectacular sight. A strange sensation washed over her like being entranced. But she quickly snapped back to reality and reached out to block the light barrier. To her shock, her skin appeared transparent and pure; she could see her veins and the blood flowing through them with startling clarity. Yet despite this clarity, she could not stop the light from penetrating her being. It felt as though her body was no longer under her conscious control; her awareness began to degrade rapidly as she plummeted into darkness. With a sudden blackout, she collapsed onto the ground.
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