Fragile Phantasy

Part 12

But it was not enough. All of them were thrown back by the force of the blast, their faces twisted in fear. "Where did that strength come from?" they gasped.

"That was just the weakest attack. This one, no one will survive," KC warned.

"Don't underestimate us!" they replied, quickly forming the elemental shield again.

"Then level 2 energy blaster," KC said, the energy particles right now os much more larger than before, threatining to destroy everything on its wake.

Realizing they couldn't handle the attack, the men quickly fled. Everything in the blast's path was vaporized, including the wide trees that surrounded them. The air was thick with smoke and debris, and for a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the crackling of flames.

With the danger finally gone, KC helped Edgar to the hospital where he was treated for his injuries. After a few hours, Edgar woke up and tried to stand up. "Looks like we all survived," he said with a smile. The children rushed to hug him, relieved to see him okay.

KC stood nearby, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He was content just to see that Edgar was okay and was about to leave, but the children stopped him. "Hey, bro, that guy fed us with the money for your mission. Is he your friend?" they asked.

Edgar smiled at KC and turned to the children. "If it's okay with you, we could create a party. By the way, what's your name?" he asked KC.

KC's lips curved into a slight smile as he turned around to face them. "KC,".

meanwhile on earth.

As Max stood victorious in the center of the arena, his chest heaving with exertion, the crowd erupted in applause. He had just defeated the greatest opponent in the combat sport, and everyone present knew they had just witnessed a truly remarkable feat, now he conquered the world title for every combat sports known to man.

As the cheers died down, Max turned to face the other fighters who had been watching from the sidelines. He gazed at them with a cold, calculating stare, and they could feel the intensity of his gaze as though it were a physical force.

"That fight bored me," Max said, his voice low and menacing. "Is there anyone out ther that could give me a challenge i'll fight you any sports you want Mma, kickboxing, Boxing, Wrestling and if you win all of my money will be yours but if you lose your life is mine"

The other fighters shrank back, their confidence shattered by Max's words.  seeing him in action was something else entirely they don't want a piece of that. He moved like an animal shredding his prey, and his blows landed with the force of a sledgehammer.

"He's not just a fighter, he's a killer," whispered one of the onlookers, awestruck by Max's performance.

Another fighter, a tall, muscular man with a fierce scowl, stepped forward to challenge Max. "I'll take you on," he growled.

Max smiled, a cruel gleam in his eye. "You really think you can beat me?"

The other fighter hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and backed away. "No," he muttered. "No one can beat you."

Then max took out his phone and he show the wife off the scared challenger having intercourse with him.

"YOU WILL PAY!!"and the challenger Attack max with all his strength, but in just seconds max intercepted the attack with the punch of his own in just a moment the guy head twist backwards.

the other fighters watched in awe, knowing that they had just witnessed something truly remarkable. Max was not just a fighter – he was a force of nature, a true villain who instilled fear in all who dared to cross his path.

"I can't believe what I just saw, thats just so brutal" one fighter said to another. "That guy is the devil himself."

The other fighter nodded, a look of fear in his eyes. "We're all in trouble if we ever have to face him."

Max's reputation had preceded him, but now, the other fighters knew they were in the presence of a true legend. He was a force to be reckoned with, and they could only hope to survive long enough to fight another day.

As Max stood victorious in the arena, his eyes scanned the crowd as if daring anyone to challenge him. but as everyone averting their gaze max called out all the beautiful women on the Event, he doesn't care if they have husband or lover, he offered them a huge amount of money they could only dream off just to sleep with him, as he was also very handsome no one could say reject his offer, they follow max who walks of the event, no one can do a thing about it even those watching from home could sense the fear that Max instilled in his opponents.

In living rooms and sports bars across the country, viewers watched in awe and trepidation as Max dominated the combat sport with ease. They saw his legendary strength and ferocity, but to witness it in person, even through a screen, was a terrifying experience.

"Did you see that?" one fan exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement. "Max is a monster! No one can beat him!"

"He's not just a fighter," another fan whispered. "He's a predator."

At home, viewers couldn't help but feel a shiver run down their spine His raw power and unbridled aggression were unlike anything they had ever seen before. one viewer at the house whispered to their friends. "I wouldn't want to be in the same room as him, let alone the same ring."

"Pretty sure he's the strongest person in the world right now," another chimed in. "Is there anyone could ever beat this guy."

The commentators in the broadcast booth spoke in hushed tones, their voices tinged with awe and fear. "Max is unlike anything we've ever seen before," one of them said. "He's not just a champion, he's a force of nature."

As the camera panned over to the defeated opponent lying on the ground lifeless his head was twisted, the other commentator chimed in. "You have to wonder what goes through the minds of the fighters who step into the ring with Max?"

Max's phone rang, interrupting his post-fight celebrations inside the limo with many beautiful women. He looked down to see the name "Father" flashing on the screen. With a sigh, he answered the call.

"Hello, Father," Max said, his voice cold and curt.

"Max, I need you to come to the site," his father henry replied, cold and unfeeling.

"What site?" Max asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"The new development project," henry said. "I have a surprise for you I'm sure you would like."

"Ok, father" after that a lustful grin could be seen in max face as he ordered the driver to change course.

Max had always been hungry for power. It was a craving that drove him to push himself to new limits, to seek out new challenges and conquer them with ruthless efficiency. He was never satisfied with what he had, always striving for more, always hungry for the next big thing.