The air was electric with anticipation as Crinix charged forward, his fists clenched and his eyes blazing with determination. The crowd held its collective breath, their eyes fixed on the impending clash.
Crinix's feet pounded the ground, his muscles coiled with tension. He threw a punch with all his might, his fist flying towards Niski's face. But Niski was no ordinary opponent. With a swift motion, he raised his palm, and Crinix's punch landed with a resounding thud.
The crowd gasped in shock, their eyes wide with amazement. Niski's palm had blocked Crinix's punch with ease, as if it were nothing more than a gentle breeze.
Takahishi's laughter echoed through the air, his smile faltering . "Ha-ha-ha, Crinix, you're joking, right? You just wanted to scare him?"
Crinix's face was a picture of shock, his eyes wide with incredulity. "That's impossible," he whispered, his voice trembling with fear.
Niski's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Too slow, your attacks are pathetic. How disappointing. I thought you were going to be a challenge for me, but I guess all those rumors about you were just made up."
With a swift motion, Niski rolled up his fist and punched Crinix hard in the stomach. Crinix's eyes widened in agony as he felt a wave of pain wash over him. Blood spurted from his mouth, and he started coughing, his body doubling over in pain.
The crowd gasped in horror, their faces pale with shock. Takahishi's eyes were wide with fear, his voice trembling as he whispered, "Crinix, no!"
Niski's laughter echoed through the air, his eyes glinting with malice. "How pathetic and weak you are," he sneered, his fist flying towards Crinix's face once more.
Crinix's head snapped back, his body flying across the courtyard as if he were a rag doll. The building wall loomed behind him, and with a sickening crunch, Crinix's body slammed into the wall, the bricks crumbling beneath the impact.
The crowd gasped in horror, their faces pale with shock. Takahishi's eyes were wide with fear, his voice trembling as he whispered, "Crinix, no!"
Crinix struggled to his feet, his body battered and bruised. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth, and his eyes were dull with pain. But he refused to back down, his spirit unbroken.
Niski's laughter echoed through the air, his eyes glinting with malice. "You still want some more, weakling? You deserve to die. You disgust me."
With a swift motion, Niski raised his hand, and a bolt of lightning erupted from his palm. The air was electric with energy, the sparks flying everywhere.
The crowd gasped in horror, their faces pale with shock. Takahishi's eyes were wide with fear, his voice trembling as he whispered, "Crinix, run!"
But Crinix stood frozen, his eyes fixed on Niski's lightning-filled hand. He knew that he was no match for Niski's power, but he refused to back down.
Niski's eyes blazed with fury as he squeezed his right hand tighter, the lightning bolt crackling with energy. "LIGHTNING STRIKE!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the air.
Denji stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock. "Niski, he can't seriously be thinking of using that technique!" he exclaimed, his voice dripping with malice. "It's over, your friend is as good as dead."
Takahishi's eyes widened in confusion. "What do you mean, good as dead?"
Denji's eyes trembled, "Niski is going to kill him. That technique he's using is a killer technique."
Takahishi's body went cold, his heart racing with fear. "Crinix, get out of there!" he shouted, but it was too late.
Niski charged forward, the lightning bolt glowing brighter with every step. Takahishi struggled and broke free from Denji's clutch and tried to run to Crinix, but his legs felt like lead, moving in slow motion. Niski's speed was incredible, leaving a trail of dust behind him as he closed in on Crinix.
Crinix's eyes were fixed on Niski, his body frozen in terror. He tried to move, but his limbs felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot. Niski's hand was mere inches from his chest, the lightning bolt sparking with energy.
Crinix could feel the electricity coursing through the air, his heart pounding in his chest. He was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or escape. The lightning bolt was going to strike him, and he was going to die.
The sparking sound grew louder, the electricity crackling with energy. Crinix's eyes were wide with terror as he waited for the inevitable.
But just as the lightning bolt was about to strike, a hand shot out of nowhere, grabbing Niski's wrist and holding it in place. The lightning bolt sparked wildly, mere inches from Crinix's chest.
Crinix's eyes went wide with shock as he stared at the hand holding Niski's wrist. He was alive. He had escaped death.
With a deep breath, Crinix's body relaxed, his heart still racing with fear. He looked up to see who had saved him, his eyes locking onto a figure standing behind Niski.