2025-02-18 01:02:11Oliver's eyes widened in terror as he watched the claws heading towards his chest. When the claws was only centimeters away from his chest, Oliver moved his body to the side, weaving the slash by a hair length. After dodging the slash, Oliver stretched his right leg forward and sent out a kick towards Dan's stomach.
PAH!
Dan lifted his left arm, blocking the kick easily and sent out a punch of his own.
"It's time I see what this Sprint Talent really means." Oliver pondered internally. "Activate Sprint!" He called out internally.
[SPRINT HAS BEEN ACTIVATED]
Activating the skill, Oliver felt his whole body become light as a feather, and the breeze in the cafeteria felt like it could blow him off. Even the fist heading towards his head seemed to have decreased drastically in pace and was now moving as slow as a tortoise.
Reacting swiftly, Oliver moved to the side and dashed towards Dann who was still moving like a snail, and he sent out a punch of his own towards Dan's right cheek. Dan's eyes widened in shock after watching Oliver weave his punch at an incredible speed and also sent out a punch that was too fast for him to react.
Oliver's fist collided with Dan's right cheek, and the sound of teeth breaking reverberated throughout the cafeteria as Dan was sent sliding across the cafeteria floor, until his body finally hit the wall and he passed out.
The whole crowd's eyes widened in shock after witnessing the impossible scene that just played out right in front of them. The boy they all deemed as trash knocking out two high ranked Talent users without breaking a sweat.
Oliver stood there proudly before shifting his gaze towards Christopher who still sat there with a look of disbelief etched on his face. Christopher rose from where he sat and stepped forward.
"I see you've grown wings, eh?" Christopher blurted out as he walked forward with his face bright red in anger. "You dare lay your fingers on my friends? You are going to die!" Christopher spat as he stretched his right hand to the side, repelling a metallic chair towards his side and sent it towards Oliver, using his telekinesis ability.
The chair traveled through the air at a tremendous speed as it headed towards Oliver. Before the chair cold get close, Oliver leaped into the air and delivered a kick towards the incoming chair and knocked it down to the floor.
Oliver landed back on the ground,and before he could catch his breath he caught sight of three more chairs heading towards him. This time he charged towards the incoming chairs, and when they were only centimeters away from him, he clenched his right fist tightly and punched it out towards the incoming chairs.
BAM!
His fist slammed heavily onto the chairs,and the force behind the punch sent the chairs back to the sender. Christopher's eyes widened in shock as he saw his own attack being sent back to him, and in the last second he was able to slow down the pace with his Talent and sent it back to Oliver.
Oliver repeated his actions and punched the chairs back, Christopher also did the same and sent it back. The chairs kept going back and forth, and anyone who just stepped into the cafeteria would think they are playing a tennis match.
"Enough of this crap." Oliver said internally as he clenched his fist tightly, and his bones could be seen popping out with so much hatred. He then punched it forward and it struck the chairs really heard, causing it to fly back towards Christopher in a pace that was times two faster than the previous one.
Christopher who didn't expect expect such a speed, had no time to dodge. The chairs crashed against him and sent him flying backwards until his back hit the wall and he fell.
Christopher swiftly got back on his feet and regained composure instantly.
"What's with this trash? Where did he suddenly get so much power?" Christopher pondered internally in disbelief as he had his gaze fixed on Oliver. "Isn't he the same trash? Why does he give me chills?"
Christopher stood there in contemplation before leaning down beside Dan and touched his body. He also touched the body of Ken and rose back up.
"I don't know how you are able to do what you are doing right now, but all I know is that your little luck has run out, and now it's time for you to pay!." Christopher voiced out before shifting his gaze towards his two friends that laid down unconscious before charging in once more.
Oliver swiftly got in a fighting stance as he watched Christopher charge towards him in a fast pace, and in less than a second he arrived in striking distance and punched out his clenched fists together.
Oliver watched the fists heading towards him at insane speed,and in the last second he ducked low, dodging the punches by a hair length. Before Oliver could regain composure, Christopher, sent out a kick towards Oliver's chest.
Oliver who hadn't expected the kick,had no time to block. The kick connected neatly to his chest and sent him flying backwards and rolling on the floor.
"Aahhhh!!!" Christopher made a battle cry as he began to dash towards Oliver would still struggled to stand on the edge of the rooftop,and his only goal was to kick him off completely. Christopher arrived in striking distance and he raised his right leg and sent out a kick towards Oliver's head.
Oliver split his legs and and went low, dodging the kick completely. Before Christopher could retrieve his outstretched leg, Oliver stretched his right leg forward and kicked Christopher's last leg, making him lose balance and began to stumble.
Christopher stumbled for a few seconds, and when he was about to regain balance, Oliver struck him with a round house kick that connected neatly with his head and made him lose balance once more and fell.
In a blink of an eye, he regained composure.
"You really think you can take me out just like that?" Christopher questioned with a huge grin on his face.
"How?" Oliver questioned with a slight look of confusion.
"If i told you my secret technique it won't be such a big secret anymore would it?" Christopher spoke up with a smirk. It seemed like Christopher was the mouth of the whole brothers since he has been the one doing the talking this whole time while the remaining two just remain mute.
"You guys have made me pass through hell day in and day out. That ends today!!" Oliver muttered as he got in a fighting stance, gesturing to the group to come at him.
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