Free Web NovelChapter 63: 63: Feeling Pain After A Long Time
A lesson without pain is meaningless. That’s because no one can gain without sacrificing something. But by enduring that pain and overcoming it, he shall obtain a powerful, unmatched heart.
~ Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)
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Hillel deeply realized the uneven cultural standards of the Viltrumite Empire.
From the moment they met to when they started fighting, it took less than three minutes.
Without any warning, Matt started with a punch, aiming straight for Hillel’s face.
The air in front of his fist was compressed to the extreme, forming a white, cone-shaped shockwave.
Before the fist even arrived, the ground within a two-kilometer radius under Hillel’s feet had already sunk by a dozen meters.
Hillel’s pupils constricted sharply. He didn’t have time to dodge, so he could only cross his arms over his chest and activate his bio-field to the maximum...
BOOM!!!
With the point of impact as the center, the surface within a fifty-kilometer radius was completely leveled.
Hills, rocks, spires, and Zerg nests were all reduced to molecular dust by the shockwave, and Hillel’s body was sent flying backward like a shooting star.
He pierced through the atmosphere, flew past the planet’s synchronous orbit, and continued into deep space before he could stabilize his body in the void.
He looked down at his arms.
Most of his battle suit’s armor was shattered, his skin was covered in cracks, and blood seeped out from every single one.
With just that one punch, the bones in his arms were shattered.
"Fucking bastard..."
Hillel gritted his teeth. Pain!
Ever since he awakened his Viltrumite Bloodline, no one had ever been able to hurt him.
In the world of The Boys, he thought he stood at the pinnacle.
Yet now, a Viltrumite with weak meteorite-level strength had sent him flying from the planet’s surface to outer space with a single punch.
"Who are you cosplaying, you fucking Regent?"
Hillel cursed directly. Unfortunately, in the vacuum, his voice couldn’t carry.
Super Speed Regeneration activated.
His shattered bones began to reorganize, the torn muscle fibers reconnected, and the cracks on his skin healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just three seconds, his arms were restored to their original state.
Hillel clenched his fists, his bones making a cracking sound.
He looked up at the planet below. From outer space, the massive crater was clearly visible.
A gray speck of light was rising rapidly. Matt was chasing him!
[Viltrumite Outpost Battle · Officially Started]
[Objective: Defeat Matt Grayer]
[Time Limit: Three Days]
[Warning: If the objective is not completed within the time limit, the channel to return to the main world will be permanently lost]
Matt burst through the atmosphere and hovered opposite Hillel. There was a vacuum of several hundred kilometers between them.
"Regeneration ability?"
Matt looked at Hillel’s fully restored arms, a flash of surprise appearing in his eyes.
"It seems you killed your own father and your mother’s genes overpowered his, the one who bestowed upon you the noble Viltrumite Bloodline. Interesting! I will leave you with one breath, then rule the planet you are from, and produce even stronger Viltrumites there!"
Matt communicated with Hillel via telepathy. He stretched his neck.
"Must I kill him to return to my world?" Hillel’s eyes narrowed.
"You want to rely on regeneration to fight me? It’s useless. I can tear you apart a hundred times. You can keep regenerating, but I will wait until your mind collapses. I have infinite time to wear you down!"
Matt looked at the ’V’ on Hillel’s chest, his gaze filled with disgust.
Hillel didn’t waste words. "Then come on."
Hillel’s eyes glowed with a crimson light. His Omega Beams were ready to fire.
"Let me weigh just how much a veteran Viltrumite is worth." Matt sneered.
Both moved at the same time. In the vacuum, there was no sound.
Two figures collided at near-light speed. A brilliant white light erupted at the point of impact, and the collision of two meteorite-level forces pierced through the surrounding vacuum.
This time, Hillel’s arms did not break. On paper, his strength was standard meteorite-level, even stronger.
But Matt’s combat experience was far richer than his. The opponent’s distribution of power was perfect to the extreme. Every bit of energy was used on the blade, not the hilt.
Both sides retreated, and Matt was the first to raise his hand. He formed his palm into a blade. A transcendent Viltrumite hand blade! fгeewebnovёl.com
He slashed toward Hillel’s neck. The angle was tricky, and the timing was perfect—exactly at the moment Hillel was retreating and unsteady, with his center of gravity shifted.
Hillel instinctively tilted his head to dodge, but the hand blade struck his left shoulder. His battle suit shattered, and the hand blade sliced into the shoulder armor, sliding straight down to his collarbone...
Blood boiled and evaporated in the vacuum!
Hillel gritted his teeth. The pain stimulated his nerves infinitely, but adrenaline had already activated his ferocity.
He gripped Matt’s wrist with his left hand and slammed a punch into Matt’s abdomen with his right.
Humans aren’t afraid of getting hurt. They just strive for a flawless victory.
Once even the slightest injury is sustained, all the joking around stops.
Hillel used his full strength. Matt’s body flew backward like a cannonball, passing through the planet’s Viltrum, piercing right through the middle of the eight-hundred-kilometer-diameter satellite.
Boom!
Matt’s defense was terrifying. He wasn’t heavily injured. The battle suit around his stomach was shattered, revealing gruesome, cracked wounds.
He flew out from the debris of the Viltrum, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were even more fanatical than before.
This was the warrior race, the Viltrumites! A Social Darwinist race that could rival the Saiyans.
"Good! Your strength is actually above mine!" After saying this, he vanished from the spot.
The speed was so fast that Hillel needed to operate his super vision at full capacity just to catch him.
Then, a sharp pain shot through Hillel’s abdomen. He looked down.
Matt’s entire arm had plunged into Hillel’s abdomen, cutting straight in from the front and stabbing out from the back.
Hillel could feel the opponent’s fingers churning inside his body, grabbing his spine.
"You haven’t even grown a moustache, and your muscles aren’t dense enough. Perhaps killing your father made you think you could oppose the Empire, but the Empire never cares about the cries of ants!"
Matt pressed his forehead against Hillel’s head and pulled with force, wanting to rip Hillel’s spine out of his body.
Hillel’s mouth was full of blood. The pain was like ten thousand red-hot knives stabbing into his body simultaneously.
But he didn’t scream. His ten fingers, sharp as bayonets, plunged into Matt’s neck.
His eyes shone like stars. Omega Beams!
Two crimson beams of light shot from Hillel’s eye sockets, blasting directly onto Matt’s face.
SSSizzzzle~~~!!!
Matt’s facial skin was seared by the high temperature, revealing charred smoke. He let go in pain, but Hillel’s hands remained tightly plunged into his neck.
Matt struggled frantically, even willing to tear all the flesh off his neck. He retreated in a pathetic, hurried state.
A penetrating wound appeared in Hillel’s abdomen, from front to back, to the point where he could see the starry sky behind him.
If it were any other Viltrumite, with their organs exposed and spine broken, it would take at least a month to recover. Even Mark would be no exception.
But Hillel’s Super Speed Regeneration was running frantically. Three seconds. Spine repaired. Three seconds, flesh healed. Another three seconds, and he returned to an uninjured state.
Hillel cracked his neck, making a popping sound. The Viltrumite Bloodline would make him accustomed to pain, and even... enjoy it. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
"Interesting!" Matt stroked his seared face and the torn flesh of his neck.
"Your eyes can emit energy? Judging by the power, it’s at least equivalent to my full-force punch. This is not a standard ability of a Viltrumite. I suddenly don’t want to kill you. Your genes will become a monument in the history of the Empire’s propagation!!!"
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