Conquering The Omni-Verse!

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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[▪︎3rd April 2003▪︎]

Staring at each other menacingly as the cold wind waves around us, I tighten my muscles and clench my fist slowly. Omni-man does not move, not even a twitch.

Suddenly, as the wind howls, the world around me slows down to a crawl, and in front of me, Omni-man's large fist drives toward my face.

<Boom!>

I pull my hands in front of me and manage to block but the force sends me whistling through the air like a spear onto the ground.

Without even a second passing, I drift horizontally backward—through the air—and backflip to my feet as Omni-man slams into my previous cratered spot with his fist, sending a large shockwave that blows the snow and buildings away and also breaking the ground.

Calmly, using my mind, I force the ground around him to coalesce around his figure and tighten around him like a Python while also enforcing the hold with my [Psychokinetic] grip.

Meanwhile, with my arms spread to my sides, I spread my senses to the other snowy mountains around and clench my hands into a fist, ripping huge chunks of large rocks from them—thousands of them.

Omni-man snorts as he breaks his binds and dashes towards me with a fierce look on his face but before he can reach me, I wave my hands.

Instantly, the huge floating chunks of rocks blast toward him with a loud boom and slam into him.

He crosses his hands in front of him to block the first wave—the rocks breaking into pieces upon impact—and tries to dodge the rest but I made all the rocks move towards him from all sides—even his blindspot—so the rocks keep impacting him.

<Bang! Bang! Bang!...>

Hovering in the air, a considerable distance away from him, I smile darkly as I watch the thousands of rocks slam him into the ground at high speeds with no intervals, clouding his figure with large amounts of dust.

"...You're dead."

He growls dangerously as he thunderclaps the remaining rocks, gravel, snow, and dust away, revealing his scratched arms and legs—his face also covered in multiple scratches.

His surroundings are filled with very deep pits and craters with almost no snow around.

"...I'd like to see yo——"

Before I can finish my sentence, I yelp as I find my face covered by his palms with my body no longer stationary but moving.

My perception automatically slows down to a stop but even that can't help me react to anything, everything from my senses to my vision is blurry and as my brain tries to help me adjust to the speeds, a huge headache hits my head and starts making me dizzy and it's like everything freezes.

<Boom!>

The next moment, pain assaults my mind as I notice myself lying in a large pool of flowing lava with Omni-man sitting on top of me raining down heavy punches on my face—each punch sinking my head into the ground.

What the fuck just happen——Tsk, fucking Viltrumite speed.

Gritting my teeth from the pain while he continues punching me, I extend my arm sharply to his face—my palms just beneath his chin—and release a full-powered [Force Push].

This sends him flying away into the distance, giving me enough time to stand up to my feet and observe my surroundings. 

The whole place is hellish with large amounts of humongous smoking volcanic rocks lying around, flowing magma swimming all over the molten rock landscape, active geysers, and the skies above blackened with sulfur and volcanic fumes. I have no clue where we are.

"How are you still alive?"

Omni-man asks, his tone and deep voice showing surprise as he calmly hovers a few meters away from me with a frown marring his face, his cape flowing with the hot wind.

"I'm just that special."

I reply nonchalantly, looking up at him with a stoic face. His frown deepens and his eyes flash with a murderous light.

"Your toughness reminds me of Brit...but it doesn't matter. In the end, you'll fall like the rest of them."

He comments arrogantly, clenching his fist strongly till the air pops between his fingers and dashes towards me, his speed this time manageable.

Smirking, I enter his mind and materialize imaginary large spikes that I then control to assault his consciousness just as his punch almost connects to my face.

"Argh!"

His punch pauses right in front of me—blowing my face and hair with hot air—as he screams in pain and falls on his knees in front of me. 

Increasing the intensity of the attacks, he grabs the sides of his head as his pain increases, his eyes now bloodshot.

Tch, his mind is stronger than I thought, I need to hurry. His mind is adapting to it, I need to hurry.

The next second I grab his head and knee him heavily on his nose. Nothing happens so I do it repeatedly with increasing force till his nose breaks, making blood flow, and give him a strong uppercut that sends him into the air.

I flash from my position, appear right beside him, coat my fist with my [Psychokinesis] and assault his face with a side kick, sending him further away and flash again.

This time I appear above him with my fingers and palms locked together tightly—above my head—and strike his chest with a powerful axe punch, blasting him onto the ground.

<Bang!>

Flashing above his cratered spot, my eyes widen slightly, and immediately, I bend my body backward and narrowly dodge a jab.

Still bent, I kick his chin with my left foot and use the momentum to create a distance with a backflip.

Omni-man spits out blood onto the fiery ground and wipes his bloody nose with his forearm—cleaning it—all the while, glaring at me with gritted teeth, his face hideously furious.

...I can't let him accelerate. My brain can't keep up with his speed. This fight needs to be a close combat one otherwise I won't get a chance to hit him...a disadvantaged fight but I have my tricks to use.

Stoic-faced, I zoom into his face and send a straight jab but he dodges effortlessly and counters with an elbow hook.

I block it with my arm and respond with a jab to his chin, disorienting him for a second and headbutt him but it does no damage as he nullifies it with a headbutt of his own.

We exchange a flurry of high-speed punches that sends tremors all around over, spreading cracks all over the floor, and move our fight into the air. All the while, the world around is slowed to a crawl...almost stopping.

Gritting my teeth in annoyance as most of my punches are deflected while most of his impact my body, a cocky smirk on his face, I start reading his mind.

He sends a right hook to my face but I dodge and so he backs it up with a side kick which I grab but it's a feint. Sharply, tilting my head, I narrowly dodge his two fingers that he speared towards my eyes.

I try pulling his body closer using his leg but he uses it as a pivot to spin and kicks my face with his other leg so fast that I'm unable to react and so strong that my body moves away.

"This ends now!"

He bellows angrily in frustration and slams his body on mine at speeds that despite seeing it coming, I'm unable to dodge.

Wincing from the increasing pain—in my head—as my mind adjusts to the speed while we move—my vision and senses a little blurry—everything stops moving...as if time stops and so coating my body with [Psychokinesis] to increase my strength, I grab Omni-man's face and hurl him downwards.

I immediately dive—following him—and stomp his stomach with my two feet, and then using [Empathic Empowerment] increase my speed with my negative emotions, and slam him into the ground—overpowering his resistance.

<Boom!>

The ground shatters and crumbles as we dive and dig into the ground forcefully, sending shockwaves all over and spreading large cracks that extend into a ravine throughout.

"Bastard!"

Omni-man screams loudly and sends a punch but I decide not to dodge and let it hit me, sending me flying into the air and out of the abyss-like hole. 

I steady myself and caress my chin softly as I peer down and look at him as he ascends slowly, clutching his stomach as he does so.

His suit is in tatters with his body covered in bruises and little blood—his blood. His hair is disheveled and he's bleeding from his stomach.

The previous cocky expression on his face is now totally gone and in its place is overwhelming shock and disbelief.

I can see the masked fear in his eyes and can almost taste the air of despair around him.

It's time to end this dance.

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