Nyatui gritted his teeth. He was so excited by the fight that it was the closest thing to a smile he could offer his opponent. Both of their bodies were bruised. Their abdomens and chests were splattered with blood. Wounds throbbed all over their arms and legs.

Colonel Ngare was furious. The fight between the two was taking too long. He and his allies should have gotten there and executed the Masters of Suspicion without delay, and taken the Spiritual Key of Faith as a gift. He looked at the electrocution claws; he had already killed several people with a single, deadly blow. However, his opponent stood as if nothing had happened. He was being overcome by the medium's resistance.

He wiped his chin with the back of his hand. His breathing was heavy. His muscles ached from all that physical effort. He took a combat drug from his suit and injected it into his thigh. He let out a grunt. Vigor returned to his tired face. Watching the scene, Nyatui shook his head as if he disapproved of what he saw.

"What is it, arf-arf?"

"If you hadn't done that, arf-arf... you would have died with honor, Colonel. Only losers use doping."

"I didn't come here to compete with you, arf-arf... you damned medium."

"You don't guarantee yourself in x1, that's for sure. You promised me a bitter defeat, so far I've seen nothing..."

"Shut up, you bastard."

Ngare took off towards Nyatui with extreme speed. He tried to use his claws like scissors and cut it off. The frontal blow left the soldier's belly exposed. The medium used his spear like a baseball bat. The phalangite was thrown backwards. He used his claws to break the impact. A curtain of dust and pebbles was raised in the action.

The curtain lowered and the medium emerged with his spear raised like an axe. He landed a blow, but his opponent managed to dodge. The combat drug had enhanced Ngare's abilities. In addition to his share of cheetah DNA, his senses were sharper, giving him incredible agility.

Nyatui wasn't impressed. On the contrary, he was angry. He swung his spear furiously to force his opponent to use everything he had. In his experience, the ex-sage knew that the colonel wasn't using all his strength. He was offended by that. He who sat on the Throne of Force had no need of advantages.

When he realized that his enemy wasn't going to show his true power, he decided that he would use his and put an end to the whole thing. Nyatui held his spear horizontally in both hands and bent his knees. He concentrated his Axé on his blood circulation. This caused his muscle mass to increase and stiffen.

Are you wasting your energy on an enemy as insignificant as this?

Mrs. Dalji, let me make this arrogant man pay for his tongue.

You're always so passionate, Nyatui.

Isn't that the charm you saw in me?

"Superhuman: Break of Values."

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"Have you gotten bigger? Are you trying to make up for something?"

Before he could laugh, Nyatui appeared in front of Ngare, grabbed him by the neck as if he were a doll. He lifted him off the ground and prepared a spear thrust that would decapitate him in one blow. In desperation, the colonel drove his claws into his enemy's arm, but they broke in half. The medium's skin seemed armored.

Ngare could no longer allow himself to be carried away by his vanity. He concentrated a large amount of Axé on his legs. This attracted Nyatui's attention. At that moment, he jumped up and kicked the medium in the abdomen. It was the same sensation as kicking an iron pillar. The former sage didn't move an inch, but loosened his grip.

Ngare retreated as far away as possible. He took up a circular race around Nyatui. It was so fast that residual images formed in the air for a few seconds. The Axé concentrated in his legs gave him an advantage over the medium. With all the Axé injected into his body, he slowed down.

With part of my cheetah genome, I can reach a top speed of one hundred and thirty kilometers per hour. But with this technique, I can reach a speed of Mach 1, breaking the sound barrier! He won't even know what hit him.

Ngare advanced against Nyatui, disappearing from his field of vision. When he appeared, the colonel produced a sonic boom and a wave of air pressure was left behind. He kicked the former sage in the neck. The medium tilted his head to the side. His opponent disappeared, emerging on the other side with a knee to the right shoulder.

The sonic booms continued to bombard the room. The colonel appeared, struck Nyatui's joints and disappeared. The target remained rigid where he was. He didn't seem to be affected by any of the blows. The soldier had attacked his joints in order to immobilize him. Ngare took his distance, waiting for the other man's body to fall. He had been attacking Nyatui for several minutes without him uttering a single sound.

"Poor guy, he died on his feet. At least he died like a man."

"What a disappointment, I expected more from a Gahiji phalangite."

He began to walk with firm, determined steps towards Ngare. The colonel couldn't believe his eyes. His opponent had not received a single wound in that sequence of blows. Nagre rose from the ground. He prepared one last attack aimed at decapitating the medium.

"Transvaluation: Rupture of Values."

Amid the sonic boom, the soldier appeared in front of Nyatui. With a flick of his spear, he severed his opponent's leg. The limb went to one side, and Ngare fell to the other. The soldier's eyes went wide. Someone had managed to stop and anticipate his movement at that speed, more than that, to counterattack.

"Carrying out such a flashy and repetitive attack makes you predictable, Ngare."

"NOOOOOO! You should already be dead. I'll regenerate, I'll kill you."

"Even if that were possible, it wouldn't do any good."

"We're phalangites, of course we can regenerate."

"Your friends, if they're not dead, yes, not you."

Ngare looked at his thigh. No blood was dripping from the wound, nor was it possible to see the tissues, muscles and lacerated bone. There was something like an irregular energy field at the site of the wound. It felt like his atoms were being pulled out with tweezers. Tears involuntarily streamed down the soldier's face.

"No matter what you do, your leg can no longer be regenerated. My Ofó doesn't cut matter at the cellular or molecular level, but at the subatomic level. I cut your atom in half and disperse its subparticles. It's the most powerful spear technique, with which I can cut through everything."

"No, no, no! You're not that powerful. Nobody is that powerful. That's almost like being a god."

Ngare crawled like an animal towards his severed leg. He laughed and cried madly. He had suffered a blow that was impossible to heal. He tried to concentrate his Axé on the wounded leg, but his life force was dispersed in the air as if it were refusing to come into contact with it.

He tried to stand up on one leg, but he couldn't keep his balance and collapsed to the ground. Nyatui went towards him. Ngare crawled with speed, but the former sage drove his spear into his abdomen. The man flopped on the ground like a gutted fish. The medium lifted him into the air. The weight caused him to slide down the spear.

"I'm not going to die alone!"

Ngare grabbed a hand grenade. He triggered the pin. A huge explosion erupted. The soldier's body was completely charred. Pieces of it flew in all directions. However, Nyatui didn't suffer any damage. In a sudden movement, he threw the corpse away. He dematerialized the spear. He undid his Ofó.

Dalji came up behind him. She observed the medium's hair. It had gained several gray strands.

"You took an unnecessary risk, you foolish medium. The Ofó of the Superhuman grants you invulnerability for a few minutes. However, it consumes too much Axé, to the point of causing you to age prematurely. If you use it with Transvaluation, do you want death to visit you sooner, Nyatui?"

"What's the point of fighting if you don't do it with all your might, where's the honor in that? Don't lecture me, Lady Dalji. In other times, you fought alone against a huge army and recklessly lost your life when you could have retreated..."

"Back then I had no choice, unlike you. We'd better go and check on the boy in the Discharge Barrier."