As the clone's heard bust apart, the others took a step back, their teeth gritted as they stared at Kyle.
Kyle slowly turned to them and then he moved, his body a blur of motion as he cut into their center.
As he darted from clone to clone, Kyle's hand was moving like an executioner's axe, rending them to pieces.
The first clone came, throwing a flimsy punch in his direction. Kyle did not even bother to dodge, he took the punch and split the clone from head down.
Then he spun behind, his boots screeching as he faced four clones mid-lunge.
His feet caught them before they could reach him, his heel digging into their sides.
Immediately he landed the hit, the clones exploded, having taken above their threshold of damage.
Just as Kyle was about to cut apart the next group of clones, Blood hero was already in front of him, his fist, coated in sharp bloody spikes, flying right at his face.
"Argh!!" he let out a battle cry, only to freeze, his eyes widening in awe.
To his horror, his fist had stopped mere inches away from Kyle. The blood had liquified and was now slowly floating around his arms, tightening around it like a vice.
"Impossible…"
Kyle leaned a little closer, the blood hero stifling a scream as the blood tightened around his arm, constricting his blood flow.
"I am the impossible."
'Damn… what sort of cringe worthy line was that?'
Screech!
Kyle twisted his body as a large wooden vine cut past him, sending his hair billowing up as it crashed into the floor, leaving a deep groove on the ground.
Separating himself from the blood hero with a well placed kick to the solar plexus, Kyle turned around to meet his attacker.
Kamui woods was already a few steps away from him. His arms had morphed, one was now a long wooden sword while the other was a war hammer meant for crushing bones.
Kyle flicked his fingers, sending the blood right into his eyes, blinding him.
He lost his composure, the momentum of his attack burning into nothing.
Just as he got to Kyle, Kyle jumped, twisting his body to deliver a spinning kick that folded Kamui like a plank.
Like a rag doll he was flung to the other side of the room, his body digging deep into the wall.
Then Kyle dusted his arms and turned to face the two remaining heroes.
"What was it you said, Ectoplasm?"
He took a step forward, calamitous energy forming on his right hand.
"Ah yes, 'surrender now and we won't hurt you,' now allow me to make you an offer of my own… tell me who's planned this, and I'll let you breathe through your nostrils for another day."
'How is he this powerful?' Cementos thought, beads of sweat rushing down his face. There was no hero or villain in this level in their database.
How was it possible that he just appeared? As though he had just come from thin air.
The people he had just easily defeated were top heroes, exemplary individuals, and yet, he had brushed them off like they were nothing.
He swallowed and lifted his hands, ready to blast off another rush of cement. 'I can't let this man leave this room.'
Kyle cocked his head to the side. "I guess that is a no? Alright then."
Tzzzz!
The energy on Kyle's hand suddenly fizzled into nothing, disappearing as though it was never there.
He glanced at the side of the room, an annoyed look on his face as his crimson eyes met Aizawa's matching orbs.
"I have to say, you are pretty resilient."
Aizawa stood up, and held part of his nose, sneezing out the blood from his nostrils.
"If you want my students, you are going to have to go through me!"
"Don't be like that… all I want is a taste." He said, licking his lips.
Aizawa's face hardened, his jaw clenched tightly. "Like hell you will!!"
The scarf around his neck began to spin as though they had a mind of its own, Aizawa's signature move.
Rustle!
At the other side of the room, Kamui woods shook off the debris from his body. He stumbled a bit and fell to his knees, using his hand to support himself.
And then he shook his head before standing up, anger burning in his eyes.
Klye clapped mockingly, as the heroes surrounded him. "Let's begin the second bout!"
•••
This time the heroes were far more ferocious.
Now that they had witnessed the true extent of his abilities, they fought like their very lives depended on it.
Aizawa's scarf flew right at his face, attempting to wrap around his neck, but Kyle cleaved it in half with his fingers.
More fibers came, Aizawa launching them with perfect precision, his eyes bloodshot as he fought.
Kyle ducked under the first one, sidestepped the next and then grabbed the last one, using it to pull Aizawa to himself.
But Aizawa would not fall for the same trick twice, he cut the scarf and launched more, this time at his legs.
"Not bad…" Kyle took a step back only to do a backflip as a wave of cement rushed past him.
Then before he could land, like a forest of arrows, several sharpened spikes of wood rushed forward, some of them cleaving into his skin and drawing blood.
But throughout the fight, the smile never left Kyle's face.
He snapped one of the wooden spikes with his elbow and grabbed the broken piece, before flying to the other side of the room.
And yet—
Below him, a dozen clones were already on the floor. coalescing with each other to form a more massive clone, a colossal fist barreling toward him.
Still in the air, Kyle turned, spotting the real ectoplasm at the other side of the room.
His muscles tensed as he pulled his arm back, and then with a huff, he launched the wood right at him, the projectile racing towards him like a bullet.
Ectoplasm could not dodge, neither could he block the attack and so the wood exploded against his shoulders, flinging him to the wall.
All the clones suddenly disintegrated and Kyle landed softly on the floor.
"One down, three to go…"
But as Kyle took the first step forward, the window beside him burst open, a pair of red wings fluttering in the air as a sword came charging right at his neck.
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