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***
Colosseum. Early morning.
The noise of the crowd was like the howling of the wind that filled the air. The ground seemed to tremble beneath their feet. The tribunes, resembling ancient runes, were occupied by countless crowds of people anticipating the blood that would be spilled. They were shouting and waving their hands uncontrollably so that this sweet moment could finally come.
These men were wrapped in dirty, tattered clothes and worn boots with thick mud oozing under their soles. A dusty, suffocating cloud lingered in the air.
Mongul stood on a circular platform stretching to the center of the arena like a true king among the commoners. Right above the maddened crowd of people he grinned contentedly.
His loyal champion, Dreigo, was fighting in the arena, knocking the fearsome three-meter-long mechanical creature to the ground with a final blow of his axe. And the bio-mechanical creature, resembling an elongated blob with creepy tentacles, collapsed to the ground, right at the feet of the reigning champion.
Dreigo leaned over his opponent and warily raised the axe that glinted in the light.
«Should I kill him? - Growled Draigo to the crowd.
«You heard him! - Mongul exclaimed, grinning, "Do you wish to spare or kill?!
The people threw their fingers down, and Dreigo glanced around the stands with a frown of concentration. He raised his axe over the hapless robot's head, and brought his axe down. Black, black, tar-like blood flooded the tortured, painful ground.
«Power belongs to the people! That's real democracy! - Mongul grinned.
But suddenly the people began to let out disgruntled cries, and soon their faces were contorted with discontent. Dreigo had killed the enemy too quickly! That was terrible! It was uninteresting! The people were not happy!
Mongul bowed his head glumly and glanced at his assistant, who looked like a purple lizard in a red robe, and hummed unhappily. The lizard-assistant bowed his head guiltily.
***
The captain of the World of War hunters had just finished capturing the two alien creatures and was checking the data on his tablet. At that moment, the titan's formidable yellow face, with its high chin and red, angry eyes, appeared on the onboard screen.
«Captain, I want you to hear something," the titan muttered.
In the background of the video link, the Captain heard the outraged voices of the men. Mongul grinned as he watched the reaction of the Captain and his acolytes, who were clearly frightened. Then Mongul curled his lips in displeasure.
«They express their disapproval of the last sample you delivered to me.
«Great Mongul, please....
«You found a dozen creatures, but none of them could last two minutes against Dreigo. Do you understand?
«I promise you, the next creature will be better! I will find a fighter who will give it a fight it has never seen before!
«He has to! - Growled Mongul and disconnected from the connection.
Captain Graari collapsed into the captain's seat and clutched his head. The creatures he'd captured weren't worthy fighters for his Overlord. Had he really screwed up that badly when he missed that Kryptonian? Suddenly he remembered that at the end of the day he had managed to catch two specimens from the planet earth that could give Dreigo a fight. But the problem was that humans were usually extremely weak, which meant they were garbage.
Captain Graari made his way to the captured creature bay and stopped at a creature that resembled a green mantis. Taking the clipboard, he checked the creature's race.
"Uzrikzuan, from a distant green planet. The fastest race lives there. Name is Nz-z-ik. A galaxy-wide known assassin who kills his victims so fast they don't realize it?"," Captain Graari's thick, split lips twisted into a grin.
«Just what you need. And these..." He glanced at the two people, one female and the other male, and frowned.
Before returning to the World of War, the Captain decided to fly to another planet rumored to be home to ogres capable of shattering rocks with a single blow. Perhaps there he could find another worthy gladiator for his Master.
***
He woke up with a severe headache and the foul smell of dirt, rotting meat, and urine. His hands were shackled to the wall with iron chains, and he felt dreadful, tired, and his stomach rumbled with hunger.
Wet, thick sand under his feet, the walls cracking with moisture behind him, as if he were in a cave.
Will looked around and saw prisoners like him, with one exception, they were all alien creatures with animal faces.
The sudden kick in the butt made Will perk up and spit up a clot of saliva. Struggling hard, he coughed. The bastard who'd done it was a huge gray titan with a vertical scar over his left eye. On his head was an iron helmet like a Viking. Not a fighter, but a mountain of muscle, a true killing machine. He didn't even need to wear armor during his fights to survive dangerous laser weapons that would turn a normal man to ash. Will knew this guy, it was Dreigo - Mongul's champion.
«What a disappointment. So many of you, and not one true warrior. What are you doing here, you little worm? You're the biggest disappointment of all," Draigo said, spitting in Will's face.
A mixture of familiar sensations descended with a chilly swaddle as Will slammed his eyes shut, watching Dreigo walk away in annoyance.
"That line... How the hell did I end up here!", Will remembered this place, this was where Superman should have been instead of him, "But how is that even possible? Shouldn't Mongul's hunters have captured Superman?"
It was slowly dawning on Will that the canon of history had changed again, and now anything could happen. Maybe Superman hadn't survived the bomb blast while trying to destroy the asteroid, or maybe Dreigo had already killed him.
Both were hard to believe, but Will was already pretty fucked up about being alone in the World of War.
Will leaned thoughtfully against the wall.
"Three Battles. Three deadly battles Superman survived before he was rescued. Will I be able to...?"," the question was a question, and my nerves were jangling.
Before Falconer and Green Lantern saved Superman, he had survived at least three deadly battles that Will didn't know how to survive on principle.
Mongul needed a worthy opponent for Draygo, which in canon was Superman, and now he didn't have one. Without seeing a decent fight, the crowd of onlookers could go crazy with disappointment at the next fight, which could spawn a rebellion and revolt against Mongul.
As Willard weighed his chances of survival, one of the local captives stood across from him, holding a bowl of crunchy bugs, which he picked up with clawed paws and tossed into his fanged mouth. This prisoner resembled the Lizard from Spider-Man, only this thing was skinnier and dumber.
"In the canon story, Superman didn't get to World of War alone. He had the Martian Manhunter with him...wait, where's Vanessa?!"
«F-ff perf-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-ing razz-ss? - The lizard addressed him.
«Oh shit... Hey, buddy, have you seen the girl? Black hair, blue eyes, bitch.
«Netfpu.
«Fuck.
Will began to think of where she might have been taken. Some open space near the water... a sewer? Probably the same place John had been taken. To Will's left was an exit to the arena, and to the left was a passageway to somewhere... somewhere, I guess, where he needed to go.
"If I'm reading this right, she could have been put down by the ditch...," the sobering smell of blood hit my nose, it seemed someone had been mauled nearby.
Will vaguely remembered something fanged and dangerous where the Martian hunter had almost died. And his heart clenched soberly in his chest, bringing Will to his senses. He jumped sharply to his feet and began to look around.
"I think we're in serious trouble. I can't remember, but it feels like if I don't get there in time, Vanessa's going to die," and he jerked his hand nervously, making the chain restraining his arm shake, but it insistently brought his hand back against the wet, cold wall.
«What an asshole," he hissed.
Supes broke those chains for fun.
A cold shiver ran through his body, his muscles tensed, another tug, but the chains wouldn't budge. Will grinned. Something was missing.
It lacked the real power that slept within him.
He slowly clenched his fists, exhaled. A long stream of hot energy ran from his stomach, higher, to the sides... along his arms and legs, hitting his head. His blood began to boil, his muscles swelling with anger, and Will jerked his arm away.
Whether the rust gave way or he was fabulously lucky, the chains snapped off the wall with a clang of metal, showering the wet sand with scattered stone. White, earthy dust rose into the air.
Will tore off the shackles with throbbing fingers and stretched his shoulder, and lifted his head. In his ears... no, in the Sensation Sphere, somewhere behind the thick wall, he heard someone else's quiet voice, the only reference point that could save Vanessa. Will rushed to the place where, in his memory, blood would soon be spilled.
A metallic aftertaste lingered on his lips, and memories of the recent fight flashed through his mind... Vanessa had yelled at him, angry and attacking, and he hadn't followed her and let it all happen because of his immediate emotions. Then memories of the prison bay of the ship flashed by, and how the red-faced creatures with upturned noses had thrown the unconscious Vanessa into shackles.
The cave-like corridor finally ended at a door with bars, through which I could see two men who looked like green orcs. The orcs were carrying some kind of lizard corpse, puffing and talking quietly:
«It's inevitable. You're a champion now, and one minute you're crocodile food," the orc wheezed.
Will recognized the bastards immediately, they were the ones Superman had encountered when he'd gone to rescue John from the jaws of the crocodile ogre. The iron door certainly wouldn't budge when he tried to pull it open, and apparently could withstand even the onslaught of the mighty creatures trapped in the same cell as him.
"We'll see about that."
There was weakness in his body, but there was still some strength in Will's fingertips that gave him a slight confidence in what was about to happen. Just as he was in his thoughts, the image became reality: the iron door flew off its hinges as he kicked it off his foot. With a whistle of exasperation, Will laughed.
«I'm fucking awesome! Oh, oh, right, Vanessa! Fuck!
Time was running into seconds, there was no way to screw up. When Will ran out to the pool of murky green water, he saw a pile of breathless arena slaves who had been ignominiously beaten and scrapped. Some of these unfortunates had been dumped here simply because they were weak lowlifes. And right beside the water lay an unconscious Vanessa Wayne. As Will rushed to her side to rescue her, a giant crocodile swam out of the pool.
Splashes of murky water showered the covered, cracked tiles.
The crocodile was huge, and different from the terrestrial species, with tough black-brown scales, a huge mouth capable of swallowing a pack of people, and a long tail with fins for maneuverability in the water. It opened its mouth, leaning right over Vanessa, and reached out to her with a thick tongue that was larger than her own.
"If I throw myself at him rashly, I'll die."
In the Justice League episode, even Superman's punch didn't stop the crocodile. The beast only got angry and pulled Clark into the abyss, where the fight began.
Will sprinted forward, trusting only to his own speed. Time slowed habitually as the Crocodile's jaws closed over the unconscious Vanessa. And as her hair fell from her forehead... Will was already at her side, surrounded by yellow lightning. He took her in his arms and bounced her aside.
The crocodile only had time to close its mouth, which was filled only with the rotten air of the local cloaca. The furious beast struck furiously with its paw, splashing the muddy puddle beneath it, and roared throughout the sewers. It lunged at the nearest carcasses and dug into their flesh, jerking its head furiously like a rabid dog chopping flesh, pouring blood all over the floor while its eyes opened and the victim cried out in horror, while bones cracked and blood squelched like succulent syrup.
Will lowered his head with a heavy breath and squeezed Vanessa in his arms. He couldn't believe what he'd really done. Fucking was fucked up, but he was covered in cold sweat and shaking from heel to toe, and he was high. He hadn't felt adrenaline like this since he'd been born.
"Well, the jokes are over."
Vanessa was trembling in Will's arms, cold and pale as death. Her breathing was quiet, sniffling, but a few more seconds of delay and there would have been nothing left of her but bloodstains. If he hadn't saved Vanessa, he wouldn't have been able to look Kara and Bruce in the eye.
He leaned his shoulder against the damp wall of stone, and exhaled quietly, deeply, diligently gathering his thoughts. How to get out of this stalemate? No one could be heard in the hallway, and beyond the wall a giant alien alligator was walking and wandering. There was an arena overhead, with a bunch of freaks ready to tear you to shreds, and somewhere in the neighborhood there were guards running around.
"This is a completely different planet, far away from Earth. Will I be able to get out and find a ship to take Vanessa and me back?"
The plan in the long run is as simple as a nut, but in the realization of it, I don't know what to do. He knows nothing about on-board computers, but here it's a whole alien civilization.
The empty walls beneath the arena seemed dangerously silent, except for the occasional splash of water and the predatory growl of a giant alligator that made my lungs shake with nerves. To make hasty decisions in such a position seemed the height of insanity. In similar situations, people died simply by being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Opening her eyes over Will's chin, Vanessa flinched startled and shoved his chin with her hand:
«Let me go!
«Wait a minute... shh!
Vanessa pressed her damp palm against his chin and kicked his leg away from her. She managed to slip her foot between his chest and her own when they were almost breathing into each other. She kicked back with such force that Will barely managed to keep the blow from smashing into his palm.
«Calm down and stay quiet, we're surrounded by enemies," he issued calmly, covering her mouth with his hand.
Vanessa frowned and looked around.
«Mm..." she hummed commandingly, and Will pulled his hand away. - This is... World of War?
«Mongul Coliseum, the sewers," Will added quietly.
Vanessa crawled back to the wall and raised her hand vertically with slight reverie, and a small screen appeared on her thin wrist, hugged by the black suit. It began scanning the area.
"She got the hang of it fast," Will hummed, looking out over the corner at the sewer.
The crocodile has disappeared.
"Oh man..."
«There's a barrier outside," she said.
Memories from the past flashed through Will's mind... In them, Superman crashed into that barrier and flew back;
«There are robots flying around the neighborhood, apparently armed with...
Their shots hit Clark, knocking him out with two hits;
«Id.
"Mongul won't let us run around his Colosseum in peace," Vanessa is hardly aware of the local Ruler.
Will told Vanessa everything he knew about the World of War. He included the power of the robot guards, who were too numerous to fight, and their weapons could knock them out with a single hit. Then he told her that Mongul was organizing gladiatorial fights, and that the barrier that prevented them from escaping could be turned off if they could get to the place where the most powerful weapons, capable of destroying an entire planet, were concentrated.
Nodding, Vanessa immediately gave out a workable plan:
«If you're right, to get out of the Colosseum, we need to remove the barrier first, then get to the ship.
«Can you find out where they took our ship?
«Don't worry, I've had a lot of practice hacking into alien mechanisms in my daddy's cave," she said thoughtfully, "but I need to get to the control center somehow. There I can remove the barrier and find our ship.
«So... how do we do this?
«Not us, me.
«What do you mean?
I should have known that Vanessa was a bitch, not only in words but in deeds as well.
She pulled the Bat-hood over her head through her long black hair and contorted her masked lips in a nasty grin. Her entire costume resembled tight black tights, and it fit her big, neat ass just fine. Like Batman, Vanessa had long black horns on her head, and her eyes had white lenses, which made her eyes look milky white, but on the whole it looked neat and emphasized her pretty face with a neat little chin, chubby cheeks, low-set nose and big eyes.
«By the way, I forgot to tell you... our presence has been noticed," she tossed in one last quip.
And then all that beauty Will had been marveling at was suddenly gone, leaving behind a reminder of a sly smirk with black lips.
«I'm counting on you to divert all the attention to you properly, handsome," Vanessa's voice boomed.
A beeping bomb appeared on the wall near Will and immediately exploded. Will was thrown aside as he mentally berated Vanessa.
At that moment, he was already surrounded by silver robots that flew straight out of the corridor. They looked like triangular pieces of metal with gun-like units instead of arms. They silently hovered above the ground like ghosts, jabbing their silver cannons at him menacingly.
Will held up his hands with a languid smile and said:
«Fucking bitch. I mean, I give up, guys...don't hit me.
John and Superman's escape phase went something of a friendship, something of sacrifice and selflessness. When they were stuck in the Colosseum, John didn't want to leave Superman alone, but Clark, lying on the dirty ground, all beaten up, told his friend to run because it would be better for them. A true friendship. What about them? Vanessa kicked his ass, detonated a bomb, and took off with a smile on her lips! Will was ready to rip Vanessa's ass off.
Glancing at the trailing robots, from whom it was unclear what to expect, Will seriously considered running away.
"Take it easy, Will. You're still gonna make it, you're gonna make it. Robots don't seem to shoot, so... I'll make it out of this without that bitch Vanessa."
The robots flew closer, somehow menacingly. The muzzle of the cannon began to heat up, heralding the imminent firing. Will immediately lunged at high speed to the side, knocking one cannon upward. The robot slammed into the other, and a shot rang out, one of them going down, exploding like a bomb.
Another shot hit where Will had been standing only moments before... but the last shot hit Will in the back. Before he lost consciousness, he noticed that the robot-stranger was firing ahead of him.
"Now at least it makes sense how they felled Clark..."
Vanessa watched Will being carried away by the robotic guards with bated breath the entire time. As she'd suspected, the local defense system and robots were tailored to hold captive even the most dangerous humans, gathered from all over the galaxy for Mongul's spectacular battles.
Their cannons kept up even with Will's speed, and apparently had the computational ability to calculate the humanoid creatures' actions ahead of time, one of Vanessa Wayne's notes.
***
Mongul ran his finger along the smooth throne of solid stone, enjoying the open view of the Colosseum through the wide windows. The modern buildings hid behind its walls, peeking out only at their ends. Here, in the center of the city, things were a little different than outside of it. The very room in which Mongul sat was an empty, high-ceilinged room, luxurious and regal for the World of War.
His lips tingled from the rich drink, which looked like hot magma that could kill an ordinary mortal. Amidst this joy, so pleasantly warming his throat, his counselor in a red robe walked around the hall, hunched and agitated, and spoke as he thought of the problems of power:
«...the food standards of our people take away the other fifty percent, another lack of medicine, a power problem. Uh...
«Why do you keep bothering me with these insignificant details? - Mongul asked distractedly, draining his glass and throwing it away with a careless toss.
«Minor? But Your Majesty, if this continues, please think of the consequences! People are already starting to talk about--
«A mutiny? There will be no mutiny.
Mongul rose from his throne and strode to the windows, which offered a magnificent view of his pride, the now, empty Colosseum, whose walls rose majestically above the city.
«If I show people fights. Really good fights, the kind that will take their minds off their problems, then...
Mongul's words were interrupted by two robot guards who brought in an unconscious boy with disheveled hair, wearing a dirty white shirt and black pants. He was thin and weak, and hardly looked like a worthy warrior.
Mongul arched an eyebrow and pointed a hand at the lowlife.
«What's that?
«An Earthman. He was trying to save himself," the Counselor replied helpfully.
Mongul took the Earthman by the chin and lifted him up to get a better look at his face. As he thought, even looking at him up close, he saw nothing that interested him. No special eyes, modifications or mutations - just a man with no abilities and no deadly weapons. Such a disappointment wouldn't last a minute in the arena.
«It's a shame. I had hoped to have a more worthy candidate for the competition, but it looks like we'll have to entertain the public with small fish," Mongul turned to the balcony and folded his hands behind his back, grinning, "give him and a few other lowlifes like him to Dreigo. If we can't distract people with a decent fight, then we'll have a show with a bunch of clowns dying at the hands of a champion.
***
Vanessa had been wandering around Castle Mongul for the second day and was finally able to find the Tower that was responsible for the barrier surrounding the Colosseum.
As it turned out, leaving the place was easier than she thought. She just had to blend in with the crowd of people going in and out of the Colosseum.
But hacking into the Vyshka proved to be much more complicated. To enter the World of War network, she needed to get inside the Vyshka, through which she could find a ship to return home.
Vanessa could compare the difficulty of breaking into Castle Mongul's system to breaking into the Watchtower, except that she had to adapt her knowledge and hacking devices to the alien characteristics. Otherwise, breaking the local defenses would have been much easier.
In a way, she was lucky that Bruce's vault was constantly milling around with alien technology that he had studied himself to be ready for any attack by extraterrestrial races. That way she could practice understanding and controlling alien technology.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hack into the network remotely, and getting inside the Tower was almost impossible because it was too heavily guarded.
Vanessa diligently considered her options to find a ship without gaining access to the War World system, but quickly gave up because this planet was too big.
«Oh, shit... this isn't working. Just as I thought, it's impossible to hack into the system remotely," she said irritably, exhaling.
The view from the roof of the one-story house seemed to her like Tatooine from Star Wars. The houses and the deserted terrain, even the alien creatures in their tattered cloaks reminded her of the inhabitants of the famous franchise. With one exception, a large city of tall houses towered above all this desolate serenity, and the Colosseum was the only thing that held everyone's attention.
Somewhere out there now was Will, perhaps alive, or perhaps ...
"Will...damn, how could I forget?"
«Ugh-" Vanessa spit out the apple she'd stolen from the vendor in her costume's invisibility state. - What the hell?! Why does it taste like socks!
«Hey, hurry up and go to the Colosseum! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Tonight it's Champion Draigo against the strongest gladiators from across the universe!
The crowd of people headed for the Colosseum, and Vanessa, feeling the least bit remorseful, jumped down, blending in with the crowd as one.
"I hope he's okay."
The first rows with access to the arena. Covering herself from the wind beating in her face, Vanessa pulled off her hood and slammed her eyes shut in surprise. She had a grandiose view of a modern alien arena with a high podium where the assembled gladiators stood as if on a sleek silver tray.
Mongulom's assembled warriors looked like motley alien monsters covered in muscle. Unkind and savage, they glared bloodthirstily at each other. A huge ogre, whose mere breath made the air shake, was worth it.
Among these "handsome" Vanessa immediately saw a pale boy in a white dirty shirt, who somehow stood uncertainly between a three-meter ogre and a dark-skinned woman, importantly twirling a dagger in her hand.
Then the podium under the gladiators' feet disappeared. The location inside the Colosseum changed to deserted ruins. Here and there were huge cobblestones and skeletons of temples to hide in.
By rights, the assembled gladiators of Mongul should have fought on the same team against the champion Dreigo.
"Well-well, at least he's alive, but how do I get him out of there?", Vanessa thought with her lips curled in a nervous smile.
Triangular robotic guards flew over the bleachers, tensing Vanessa with their mere presence. There, at the top, a huge titan with a light orange face, the back of his head covered in metal, sat on a throne. He was under unimaginable pressure, and it was extremely dangerous to approach him.
"No, it's no use, if I interfere I'll be captured just like him. What to do?" thinking diligently, Vanessa moved on to another plan.
Above the arena, right next to the bleachers, was a tall tower that looked like a space observatory, except instead of a large telescope, it was a huge cannon capable of destroying an entire planet in a single shot. No wonder Mongul's men guarded it like the apple of their eye, but that was where she needed to go.
«I guess I'll have to make my own way," Vanessa whispered.
«Hopefully these guys will humor us at least a little," came a tired, aged voice.
Vanessa turned around and saw a shriveled green creature with a gray, dirty scarf on its head and a similar dress. The creature was hunched over, holding a cane, and its face resembled the face of a toad.
"Granny?" - Vanessa thought confusedly.
Vanessa glanced at her grandmother as if she were a disgusting cockroach, and her grandmother glanced at Vanessa as if she were a fool, and that was the end of their conversation.
Meanwhile, the crowd cheered Dreigo on with shouts and yells. Dreigo raised his axe, urging them to stop.
«Wait for the endorsements! Dreigo is not fighting for that, he's fighting for honor! And for our leader, the Great Mongul! - growled the Champion of the Colosseum, pointing to the podium.
There, from above the arena, a metal throne resembling a silver monument slowly flew overhead, on which Mongul sat majestically, accompanied by two servants and robot guards.
Rising from his throne, Mongul waved the men through with a satisfied smirk, welcoming praise and submission to him and the bloody battle he was creating with his own hands.
«Well said, Dreigo, but I wonder what your opponents think, don't you? - Mongul raised his hand to the audience, and it met him with applause. He grinned bloodily. - Let me introduce you to our fighters: the two-meter tall ogre Garga from the lost warlike planet of Farga, over three meters tall, a bloodthirsty and unmatched berserker!
As if confirming Mongul's words, Garga roared and struck the rock with a huge club. The impact cracked the rock and fell on one of the five gladiators, killing him. The audience cheered.
«I think we've already lost one fighter," Mongul grinned.
He then listed the remaining gladiators, each of whom were impressive in their fighting strength and had a good chance of winning. They included: A robot from the metallic planet Nano-24 with devastating weapons; a mantis-like "buzzsaw" from the Green Planet Urzikzul, famous for his incredible speed and criminal past; a dark elfess Kiriel from the dark abyss of neighboring worlds, whose jagged blades cut even the flesh of titans; and... Mongul looked at the last candidate with an arched eyebrow, as if he saw a ridiculous donkey in the midst of select stallions. There, near the cobblestones, in a white, mud-stained shirt, stood a skinny humanoid in chains who hardly looked like a worthy warrior.
«And the final candidate...
His faithful counselor helped him finish:
«A warrior from the planet earth, Master. He has hidden abilities that could shock the entire audience with a bloody battle," he lied, not wanting to incur the wrath of the Overlord and the crowd.
Giving his servant a suspicious look, Mongul hummed and muttered contentedly:
«And so, that's exactly what our gladiators will be doing in World of War! Spill blood!
Will waved smilingly, but the audience met him with frowning faces. The grandmother near Vanessa grumbled unhappily:
«What kind of a bogeyman is that?
«You're underestimating him, Karga," Vanessa snorted, more out of spite.
«You're funny. And cute. I'd make you my slave and fuck you in the evenings, but alas, little one, you're going to die tonight.
"I wish I could go back to Kara."
And Nz-z-zik's vertical blade loomed right over him.
«Look at him! - The speaker shouted, "The fierce Nz-z-ik is rapidly attacking the Earthman. Wait! I can't see anything, can you?! It's so fast!
«What an inept way to utilize the chakra in the body. No wonder I'm in trouble. Let's use it properly.
***
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