18 Opportunity
Propelled by the forceful blast, Johnny's form rapidly recoiled just as the room crumbled, narrowly evading the cascading earth and rubble.
"What's going on?"
"Did you hear that commotion from the redhead's side? Is he fighting someone?"
"Let's go! Let's check it out!"
Amidst the clamor of the explosion and subsequent collapse, the entire fighter area buzzed with activity. Distinct voices carried through the chaos, drawing numerous spectators toward the source of the disturbance, eager for a spectacle.
Within moments, the room lay in ruins, shrouded in billowing smoke and dust, with stubborn flames flickering amidst the debris.
Observing from a safe distance, the group of red-skinned boys regarded the collapsed structure with a mix of awe and trepidation.
"Boss went berserk, and now he's brought down our headquarters. Just because he offed some kid?"
"Yeah, and once he lost it, he couldn't tell friend from foe. We're lucky we got out before..."
"Shh! Keep your voice down!"
Their hushed conversation reverberated amidst the dissipating dust and smoke.
But abruptly, their discussion ceased, as if abruptly stifled.
As the haze cleared, a figure emerged unscathed from the wreckage, his eyes gleaming despite the dust clinging to his form. The sight left the red-haired boys dumbstruck, disbelief etched across their features.
"How... how is this possible?"
The incredulous murmurs swept through their ranks. No one could fathom that amidst the rubble, Johnny, the instigator of their altercation, stood unscathed. Meanwhile, the redhead was nowhere in sight, presumably buried beneath the debris.
But Johnny remained focused, his gaze fixed on the collapsed ruin with solemn intent.
He knew the redhead's formidable resilience firsthand, and the mere collapse of a room wouldn't pose a significant threat. Moreover, snippets of the redhead's conversation hinted at his volatility, bolstering Johnny's confidence in his assessment.
Indeed.
Amidst the lingering haze of smoke and dust, a towering figure emerged from the rubble, roaring with unbridled rage.
The earth and rocks flew in every direction, wreaking havoc on the surrounding buildings, prompting onlookers to retreat in fear of being caught in the chaos.
The flames surrounding the red-bald guy surged once more, his scarlet eye scanning the area with an intense heat that seemed to sear the very air.
Locking eyes with Johnny, the red-bald man erupted into a furious roar, his sanity slipping away in a berserk frenzy. In his frenzied state, he singled out Johnny as his primary target, heedless of friend or foe.
With a thunderous roar, the red-haired behemoth charged toward Johnny, his speed surpassing even Johnny's own agility. As he closed in, the flames surrounding him intensified, coalescing into a scorching inferno on his palm.
In response, Johnny's gaze turned steely, withdrawing the fire energy within him and transmuting it into an icy chill—the ultimate cold.
Before the red-bald guy could unleash his fiery assault, a swift, dark blur streaked across his chest, accompanied by the sound of rending flesh and spurting blood.
The dark blur was none other than the undead Spectre, seizing the opportune moment to strike. Caught off guard in mid-air, the red-bald guy found himself vulnerable, unable to defend against the Spectre's razor-sharp claws.
Though the red-bald guy boasted formidable defenses, even Johnny's fists could only do so much. But the Spectre's attacks were in a league of their own, capable of rending through the most solid of barriers with ease.
A guttural cry of agony rent the air as the red-bald guy staggered back, clutching his wounded chest. Blood gushed forth, mixing with the flames that licked at his skin, a grim testament to the severity of the Spectre's assault.
The Spectre's ethereal grasp tore into the red-bald guy's broad chest, leaving five deep, bloody gashes that exposed bone. The wounds were clean, as if sliced by a razor-sharp blade.
The red-bald guy, his gaze fixed on the Spectre, returned to Johnny's side like a zombie, his murderous intent palpable and unforgettable.
"What just happened?" was the question on everyone's mind.
In mid-air, as the red-bald guy prepared to strike Johnny, five deep scars materialized on his body. It was evident he'd sustained severe injuries, with his chest torn open to reveal muscle and sinew.
Blood dripped from the red-bald guy's chest, each drop igniting like fiery blossoms, raising the battlefield's temperature significantly.
Despite the successful strike, Johnny's solemn expression only deepened. A wounded beast often becomes more ferocious, and the injuries on the red-bald guy's body were already showing signs of swift recovery.
"Spectre, strike!" Johnny commanded mentally, feeling a chill run down his spine as he ordered the Spectre to attack.
Faced with the fiery red-haired assailant, Johnny made a strategic decision, employing his dormant ice control abilities.
Empowered by this skill, Johnny emanated a frigid aura, countering the red-bald guy's fiery energy. With a mere thought, an ice blade materialized in Johnny's palm, extending to a meter in length in the blink of an eye.
Ice and fire clashed, and to maximize damage against the red-bald guy, Johnny opted for elemental restraint.
Coordinating with the Spectre, Johnny and the spectral entity flanked the red-bald guy.
Having already experienced the Spectre's formidable claws firsthand, and sensing the imminent threat posed by Johnny's ice blade, the red-bald guy abandoned his wounded arm and focused on defending against the dual assault.
The Spectre, unafraid of harm, lunged at the red-bald guy, absorbing the impact of his blow and leaving deep lacerations on his arm before being thrown back by the force of the counterattack.
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