"By using your blood." Rocky says
"What?" Ron says in surprise.
"How did they get my blood?" Ron ask
"Remember when you first time opened your eyes." Rocky says "How did you feel?"
"Well, I felt like you went to sleep at night and woke up the next morning but in another world. That's what I felt. Then I found out that I was asleep for 800 years." Ron says
"Were you wounded?" Rocky says
"Yes, Locki's Brother took me to hospital." Ron says
"If you were wounded, then there's a chance that your blood from the wounds must be left in that coffin." Rocky says
"According to my info, Foster located that coffin and stored your blood." Rocky says
"Yeah. That's why Bruce told me." Ron says
"Let me tell you something more." Rocky said, staring at Ron. "They used your blood in Experimentation of these subjects like S-72. They also used your blood to contact beings of the forbidden region of the universe." Rocky says
"So, you are saying that the power he is using isn't his?" Ron says
"Yes. He is dead. But that blood had awakened in his last seconds. His only power was related to Time. He also got that because of your blood. But this time the blood took over." Rocky says
The ground starts trembling. S-72 stood up.
Ron and Rocky turns towards S-72.
"Any Ideas of how we can defeat him?" Ron says
"I have an idea. But you need to but me a little time." Rocky says
"How much?"
"5 Seconds." Rocky says. Then he Uses his super speed and runs backwards to S-72.
"Why did you ran?" Ron shouted after him. But felt a force on back of his head, which slammed him on the ground. It was S-72.
"You're using my powers on me? What an ungrateful man." Ron pointed towards him a surge of lightning went towards S-72 from Ron's hands.
S-72 started getting damage. Suddenly, A Strong Ki was coming at super speed from behind S-72.
It was Rocky, he poured all of his power into this last fist will will decide the outcome. Ron kept him by using lighting.
Then
Rocky punched S-72 which shattered the reality. With shattering of reality, S-72's body also exploded.
Ron and Rocky fell on the land of Hero Town.
"Finally, we won." Ron spoke laying on the ground
"Yeah, we won." Rocky said. "Now I have to go. I am wanted here, you know. If someone sees me with you that'll cause problem for you. You are the only one who can save Hero Town and bring an end to the reign of Foster from Behind the Scenes. Take Care, My Friend." Rocky spoke then used Superspeed and vanished before a blink.
Ron laid down and breathed, "We won."
A voice came, "You got lucky." Ron moved his eyes upwards and saw Yardy.
"What do you mean?" Ron says
"S-72 uses your power of your blood. But with his body, he couldn't handle it. That's the reason why he started getting damaged from the Lightning Punch and his speed got slow because his body started suffering. The guy was already dead, but such overwhelming power requires a perfect body." Yardy spoke
"No, I didn't mean that. I meant we won because of Rocky's last punch." Ron said
"Even If Rocky didn't punched him, the result would have been the same. His body couldn't handle this power, and it started vanishing the moment you delivered the lightning punch and slammed him on the ground. And about Rocky, the man ran across the infinite sized dimension to hit him." Yardy replied.
"Why are you here?" Ron asked changing the subject.
"Oh yes. Our King wants to talk to you. But that can happen after your recovery." Yardy spoke
"Fine, I'll meet him after recovering." Ron spoke
Yardy turned into air and dust and vanished
Ron dragged his wounded body into a blur and warped himself to the hospital.
After the check-up, the doctor shook his head once, then gave a small, almost surprised smile. "Your wounds are severe, but they're healing remarkably fast. One day of bed rest and you'll be fine."
Ron nodded and was led to a room. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the ceiling. I wonder how Carter is doing, he thought.
Elsewhere, in a room cut from shadow, nine chairs circled a long table. A faint blue ring hummed in the table's center. A moment later, letters rose from the ring like steam:
S-72 is dead.
Murmurs filled the room. Someone slammed his fist on the table. "I expected nothing from that worthless experiment, but he didn't even steal one USB. What a disappointment."
"His opponent was Ron," said another. "The owner of the blood that gave him and the others power. No wonder he lost."
"We should study that blood further,"
another voice suggested.
"It will help us."
The man at the head of the table remained silent. His eyes, normally brown, glowed an unnatural green.
A woman snapped, "Why did our plan collapse? Bruce is alive, Ron took the USB. Carter is the only one left—I hope he dies."
"I advise sending two or more experiments together. They'll finish Ron," another woman said.
"I agree," several voices echoed.
The man at the head finally spoke, voice low and cold. "Fine. Before DA returns, let's finish Ron."
In the courthouse:
"Your Honor, Carter is innocent. He was framed. How can anyone kill their own family? Everyone who knows Carter is a witness to his character," Carter's lawyer pleaded.
The judge slammed his gavel. "Carter is innocent. Case closed. But you will not leave the city, Carter. Dismissed."
The courtroom emptied. One man lingered in the gallery. When the last footsteps died away, he pulled out his phone and dialed.
"Carter's lawyer did well," he said once the call connected. "What are the orders?"A voice replied: "Kill the lawyer and stage another incident to pin on Carter."
The man hesitated. "Why not eliminate him outright, like Bruce?"
"You can't," the caller snapped. "Let the law do it. Make his death look natural—our judge will see to that. And Bruce—he's alive under the name Jake Jacobs. Send men to gather everything on him."
"Understood."
The man tapped his fingers on his tie. Those around him nodded. He rose and left.
That night, Hero Town News announced the judge's death. Minutes later, headlines reported the lawyer's sudden passing.
Then the lists grew longer: several people who had sided with Carter in court were dead—each with their families.
Bruce watched the broadcast, eyes bloodshot. He did not blink.