Mutant awakening: My evolution knows no bounds

Billy stood opposite Vic, his muscular arms folded, his body tense, and his expression radiated pure rage as his eyes locked onto Vic, burning with intensity.

"Hello, Vic," Billy greeted, his voice dripping with anger, the words laced with venom. The atmosphere between them was thick with tension.

Vic, though aware of Billy's fury, leaned casually against a nearby structure. "What do you want, Billy boy?" he asked with an air of nonchalance, though the slight tightening of his posture betrayed a hint of unease that he worked hard to mask with a calm demeanor.

"I came here to settle scores," Billy said, his tone cold, steely, and full of promise. "And also to make sure you don't stand in my way ever again."

Vic tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he raised a brow. "Settle what scores exactly?" he asked, his voice oozing sarcasm. "Because, as I recall, it's you and your little group that's been coming after me with no real reason. If anyone should be settling scores, it's me with you."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Billy's hands balled into fists, his voice rising with barely controlled fury. "You and your group are the problem! You know what your issue is, Vic?" Billy spat, his voice full of disgust. "You're always trying to show off. Whether it's in the ranking arena, at the academy, or anywhere else!" His eyes blazed with the fury of a man pushed too far.

Vic's smirk widened, his gaze remaining steady. "Ah, I see now. So that's what this is about," Vic mused, a hint of mockery in his voice. "You're angry because you got banned from the ranking arena after your teammate, Mark, made a mess of things. Or maybe it's because of what happened in the cafeteria that night? But last time I checked, you were the ones who threw the first punch."

Billy's eyes darkened with pure rage. "Mark died trying to defeat the Ghost Ranger and reclaim our spot—the spot you *stole* from us! You took it from us and flaunted it like it was yours to keep. The top spot was ours, and you took it, you selfish bastard!" Billy shouted, his anger growing with each word.

Vic's expression remained calm, even though the tension in the air grew thicker. "You wouldn't have dropped in the rankings if your teammates hadn't lost to a fighter with no skill slots. Who loses to someone like that?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain. "The Ghost Ranger was obviously weak, yet your boys couldn't even beat him. And now you're blaming me for that?"

Billy's temper snapped. "You know what?" he shouted, his voice vibrating with anger. "Enough talk!" With a primal roar, he ripped his shirt off in one swift motion, revealing his well-built, muscular body, and the glowing Grade 4 skill slot at his waist. "I didn't come here to chat. I came here to *end* this. I don't care about the consequences. I don't care if I get punished later. I don't care if they lock me up again. All I want is for you to *perish*, Victor Hardcastle!"

Billy's words echoed around them as he activated his telekinesis. The ground beneath their feet trembled, and the buildings around them shook as Billy's power surged to life.

Sebastian, one of Vic's allies, started to move forward instinctively to protect his friend, but Vic's right arm shot out, blocking his path.

"Stay back, mate," Vic said firmly, his eyes narrowing as he refocused on Billy, refusing to be distracted. He could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him, but he stood his ground, fully aware of the threat in front of him.

Billy, undeterred, gestured sharply to his own minions. "Stay back!" he commanded. "This is my fight."

Without warning, Billy extended both of his arms, and the daggers of dead goblins rose from the ground behind him. With a flick of his fingers, the daggers shot toward Vic, speeding through the air with terrifying precision.

Vic didn't flinch. He slammed his foot onto the ground, summoning a massive earthen wall that rose behind him just in time. The daggers collided with the stone, embedding themselves deep into the surface.

Billy's eyes flared with determination. He pulled the daggers from the wall using his telekinetic powers, bringing them back to him, and launched them again.

Vic's response was immediate. With another stomp, five massive earth spikes shot from the ground, soaring toward the incoming daggers. The two projectiles collided with a loud crash—the daggers slicing through the spikes, turning them to dust as they continued their path toward Vic.

Without missing a beat, Vic raised his arms and created another makeshift wall just in time to stop the daggers in mid-flight. The force of the impact made the stones crack, but the daggers were stopped, their deadly momentum halted.

Vic lowered the wall, his gaze widening in shock as he saw Billy standing directly in front of him, far closer than he had anticipated.

Before Vic could react, Billy swung his fist with deadly intent. The blow landed with a sickening thud against Vic's face, sending him staggering backward.

Billy, sensing an opportunity, yanked Vic forward with his telekinesis, pulling him back into range. His fist connected with Vic's face again, the force knocking Vic back once more.

"Come over here!" Billy spat, his voice thick with rage as he pulled Vic closer yet again. This time, Vic was ready.

As the invisible force yanked him toward Billy, Vic leaped into the air, clearing several meters before crashing his knee into Billy's face.

The impact was brutal, and a loud crack echoed through the air as Billy's nose twisted grotesquely. Blood poured from his nose in a crimson flood as the force of the hit sent him stumbling backward, his body rocked by the blow.

Billy clutched his nose, his face contorted in agony and fury. His chest heaved with anger as he glared at his minions. "What the hell are you just standing there for, you useless bastards?!" he yelled, his voice hoarse with rage.

One of his minions, looking uneasy, scratched the back of his head. "Uh, but you told us not to intervene... that you wanted it to be a one-on-one fight."

Billy's eyes narrowed, his anger boiling over. "When the hell did I say that, you idiot?!" he snarled, his voice laced with fury.

The minion nodded quickly, pulling out his blade and turning toward Vic. Without hesitation, he charged.

The boy lunged forward, swiping his katana with speed and precision. A thin line of energy sliced through the air, heading directly for Vic.

Vic reacted instantly, forming an earthen shield to intercept the energy blade. He then summoned a blade of his own, crafted from the earth beneath him. As the minion reached striking distance, Vic sidestepped and parried the katana with his own earth-made sword, then swung it toward the boy's right side.

The two blades clashed with a loud clanging sound as the boy staggered back, forced to regain his balance.

But Vic didn't have much time to recover. A massive green energy beam surged toward him from the front, while an earth spike shot forward from the side.

'He's distracted… now's my chance.'

Billy, standing a few meters away, made his move. He subtly twitched his fingers, and one of the goblin daggers, previously discarded, rose silently behind Vic, aiming for the back of his neck.

The dagger zipped through the air with deadly precision, moving swiftly toward Vic's unguarded neck.