Galatic Overlord:I Can Copy Other's Ability

AHHH!"

There was a sickening crack. Both Hex and the boy hit the ground, but while Hex steadied himself quickly, the other screamed in agony.

"Ahaa… my leg… He broke my leg!" the boy cried, clutching it as his face turned pale.

The entire atmosphere shifted.

"He broke my leg..Beat me.."the boy cried rolling around in.

Hex sprang on his feet swiftly in the middle of the open ground.

The boy was still holding his legs, tears running down his cheeks from the earlier blow.His shrieks drew enough attention making Hex expression changed.

He just wanted to make the other fall down but he failed to control his strength.

Two of his friends stepped forward. Their faces were hard and filled with anger.

"You…Bastard.."

The crowd of cadets had already begun circling around, whispering and waiting to see what would happen. The air felt heavy, like everyone was waiting for a storm to break.

The first boy rushed at Hex.

"Die…"

He bent low and swung his arm in a sharp motion. A strange ripple cut through the air, like the space around his palm bent.

His ability was called "Distortion Grip." If his hand caught a person, it twisted the muscle and nerves for a moment, causing sharp pain and breaking balance. Hex leaned his head back, just enough for the hand to graze past his chin but the just small contact made his face twitch.

He felt a pain as if someone pinched his eyes.

His eyes stayed cold,"I need to dodge his attack."

The second boy was different. He lifted his leg and stomped down. The ground vibrated. A wave of pressure rolled forward, invisible but strong enough to knock a person back. This was his ability, "Pulse Step," a short-range shockwave created from his legs. Dust rose around them, and the watching cadets gasped.

Sensing danger,he didn't dare to neglect and used an Agility booster after all who knows if these bastards go for a kill.

Hex moved quickly. His agility let him shift left, sliding across the ground with smooth steps.

He avoided the shockwave and let his body sway as the first boy came again with his twisting hand. Hex caught his wrist before it landed and shoved his elbow into the boy's ribs.

CRANGG!

The sound of air rushing out of the boy's lungs echoed. He dropped to his knees, coughing.

The second boy charged, swinging a fist. Hex ducked and drove his knee into the boy's gut. The strike landed hard, and the boy stumbled back, clutching his stomach. His face twisted in pain.

The white-haired boy stood aside, crying louder now, pointing with trembling fingers. "Stop him! Don't let him win!" His voice cracked, but the two boys only grew angrier.

One of them roared and activated his power again. The ground under his feet pulsed in short bursts as he closed the distance. The other used his Distortion Grip, his hands glowing faintly as he reached for Hex. This time they were faster, sharper, desperate to land a hit.

Hex's eyes narrowed. He knew this was turning dangerous. He activated the punch blast.His body shifted. His muscles tightened, and his speed suddenly jumped.

The first boy came in with his pulse shockwave. Hex leapt over it, flipping lightly and landing just behind him. His fist glowed faintly as he drove a punch into the boy's back. The impact sent him staggering forward, his body almost dragged across the ground from the sudden force.

The second boy grabbed for him again. Hex spun and ducked under the glowing hand, twisting his hips. His knuckles snapped forward in a clean strike, crashing into the boy's jaw.

The boy's head whipped to the side, and he fell hard on the ground, rolling in pain.

"Damn…That's a great shot.."

"What a show.."

The cadets watching gasped and shouted. Some clapped, some murmured nervously.

They leaned forward, eyes wide, some standing on their toes to see over the shoulders in front of them. The noise of their voices filled the yard, mixing with the sound of fists landing and bodies hitting the ground.

The two boys did not give up. They pushed themselves up, bruised and shaking, but their eyes were locked on Hex. They activated their powers together this time. The pulse shook the ground while the distortion reached for Hex's arm.

Hex moved again, his steps light and fast, dodging like water slipping through cracks. His fists flashed, striking their torsos and shoulders. Every hit left a mark, swelling their bodies with pain.

Then Hex noticed something. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the growing crowd. Dozens of cadets stood there, some recording with their small wrist-devices, others whispering among themselves.

This was no longer a simple fight. It was a stage, and too many eyes were watching.

He could already foresee guards appearing to detain him.

He stopped for a second. His jaw clenched. "If I keep going, this will get worse."

He let his guard fall. The first boy's distorted hand slammed into his ribs. A sharp twist of pain shot through his side, and his knees buckled.

The second boy's pulse crashed against his chest, throwing him backward. He hit the ground hard, rolling to a stop coughing blood.

Blood dripped from his lips. His breathing grew shallow.

The cadets gasped louder. Some shouted in shock. "He's bleeding!" "That's too much!"

Hex coughed, struggling to rise. His ribs burned, his stomach throbbed. The wound felt deep, the bruise spreading fast. His hand pressed against his side, warm with blood. His vision blurred for a moment, but his eyes remained steady, watching.

The two boys stood over him, breathing hard. They were shocked themselves, not expecting to actually land the blows. Their hands trembled, unsure if they should strike again.

The white-haired boy screamed, "Finish him!" His voice was filled with fear and anger.

The two boys stepped forward, ready to attack again. But before their fists could fall, a sudden force struck them. It was invisible yet crushing. Their bodies lifted off the ground and flew back several feet, slamming into the dirt with heavy thuds.

BANG!BANG!