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Chapter 166: CHAPTER 158

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[David Lance POV]

[Training begins.]

Soon after I had asked Wioska to train me, and she had accepted, she proceeded to once again seal my powers because, in her words, her training required me to be at my weakest to be effective.

Soon after that, the training started, and within moments I found myself standing in front of Wioska, my clothes torn and my body covered in sweat and blood after a simple spar where I had failed to land a single hit on the old warrior.

"Your fighting skills leave much to be desired," Wioska said, shaking her head as she looked at me with disappointment. "You're too stiff, too slow, too green. But, credit where credit is due. Without Trigon's influence, you can actually be called a warrior, a bad one, but a warrior nonetheless."

I grit my teeth in frustration. Perhaps I would do better if she allowed me to use the ring.

Who am I kidding?

With or without the ring, I would've lost.

My frustration was nothing but the result of the anger inside of me growing with each passing second. Fueled by each hit she landed and the fact that no matter how much I tried or how hard I tried, I couldn't land a single blow on her.

"You equate your lack of power to your circumstances," Wioska said, taking a step towards me as she looked at me with a piercing gaze. "Let me show how stupid that is."

Before I could give her words much thought, a few figures appeared in front of me, figures of people I knew, though only three of them froze me in shock.

Dinah.

Raven.

Oliver.

"One of my gifts is that I can see a warrior's physical and psychological weakness," Wioska said, her voice cold and emotionless. "You want to be strong because of them. However, you fear becoming strong because of them; how ironic, isn't it? Deep within, you believe that if you access your full potential, you'll become something they won't accept, something they might come to despise."

Without even realizing it, I tried to look away from the apparitions in front of me, but no matter where I looked.

They would be there.

"Instead of ending your fights immediately by utilizing your power, you lower yourself to your enemy's level, and for what? for a false sense of humility, to make those you want to protect comfortable?" Wioska asked her words like daggers that pierced through my head. "You're not being humble; you're being a coward."

I had to hold back.

If I didn't, I would end up killing someone that I didn't want to kill.

I have to restrain myself, my every move. Or at least that's how it used to do that; it's been a while since I think of the consequences behind my actions.

"Reaching your full potential and becoming a monster are two entirely different things," Wioska said, almost as if reading my mind. "I could've killed you at any moment had I wanted. But I didn't because I have control over my power, absolute control. I hurt you as much as I want to hurt you; I make you bleed as much as I want you to bleed."

Without a warning, Wioska moved, and with a single motion of her hand that blurred out of my sight, she slashed my chest horizontally, causing me to fall to my knees in pain. Then, without another word, she repeated the same movement, but this time aiming at the mountain behind her, cutting it in half with a single slash.

"That's control," Wioska said, looking at me. "That's what separates the monsters from warriors."

I looked at the mountain falling behind her and then back at Wioska, who was now standing in front of me, the tips of her claws still dripping with my blood.

I smiled. Even though her every display of superiority over me infuriated me beyond measure, I was glad I had asked her to train me. I had no doubts that I would learn something valuable under her.

"Now get up," Wioska said as she turned her back on me. "We have much to do and little time to do it. I gave you a week of my time, and I intend to make you a warrior within that time frame. I won't have you sullying my reputation by being a weakling."

Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself off the ground and followed Wioska as she walked, determined to get stronger or as strong as I could get within a week.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you something. Unlike last time, I won't release the seal on your power," Wioska said, not even bothering to look at me as she spoke. "You will have to regain your power and more during this week or die trying. And in case that wasn't clear enough, allow me to clarify, you'll either get stronger, or I will kill you."

Well, that is quite a way to motivate someone.

Very effective, though, that much, I could admit. Because I adamantly refused to die, not while Superman is still alive, I have come too far to fail now.

"Are we clear?" Wioska asked as she continued to walk. 

"Crystal," I replied without hesitation. 

"Good, you might be disgustingly weak, both of body and mind, but at least you have some resolve in you," Wioska said, giving me a backhanded compliment. 

I wonder where the wise-looking Wioska went? When I was possessed by Trigon, or rather under his influence, she behaved differently.

Much differently.

Now, it was almost as if she had done a one-eighty turn. It was almost as if she was trying to get a rise out of me.

Which she hadn't achieved, only because even though my anger was prominent, thanks to the red lantern ring, I was no idiot.

I knew very well she would beat the ever-living crap out of me, with or without the ring.

If for a moment, even a single moment, I felt I could beat her, I was sure without a doubt that I would fully give in to my anger and try to kill her. 

However, the gap in our strength was so massive. That even through my ever-growing rage, I could see it was best to avoid confrontation with her.

Though, I had to admit.

Behind all my anger, I was excited to see what I could learn under her.

If I could make just a fraction of her power mine, Superman would stand no chance.


Chapter 167: CHAPTER 159

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[David Lance POV]

[Day 3.]

I was in the middle of my morning run around the fucking planet, trying to keep up with Wioska, when I saw a blur flash by me. It was so fast that I couldn't even tell what it was, but I knew that it wasn't something human, not even remotely.

I turned to look at where it had come from, and I saw a large figure standing on top of a hill, looking down at me. 

Whoever or whatever this individual was, it looked like some sort of anthropomorphic rhinoceros.

Instinctively, my ring started to glow as I readied myself for battle, but I stopped myself when I saw Wioska looking at me.

"Are you really so weak that you need the ring to defeat that insect?" Wioska asked, her voice dripping with disdain.

I grit my teeth in frustration. I was honestly getting tired of her constantly putting me down.

"I've seen Kalibak best insects like this with a single hand,"  Wioska said, walking past me.

I guess I will have to beat McHorn with my bare hands.

"So you are the one I have to crush under my hooves," The Rhino said in a voice that sounded like two rocks grinding against each other. "Good, I've been waiting for you. Rejoice in the fact you will be The Great Bakaara's one-thousandth kill!"

If his way of talking is anything to go by, this guy is a brawler. And a fault of all brawlers is that they rely heavily on their physical might, their whole style revolving around overpowering their enemy.

Taking that into account and the fact that everything with Wioska so far has been extremely difficult, I think it is safe to assume this beast is stronger than me.

At least on the physical side of things.

"Come then, let us fight for glory!" Bakaara said as he charged at me.

I quickly dodged to the side, barely avoiding his charge. He was fast, very fast, but not as fast as I had seen move. During his introduction, he had shown a vastly superior level of speed.

He was either holding back, be it out of his own accord or because Wioska told him to. 

However, I honestly doubted Wioska would tell him to hold back; after all, she had made it very clear on more than one occasion that her training would either make me stronger or kill me.

"Is that all you can do, little monkey?" Bakaara said as he charged at me again.

Once again, I dodged to the side, but this time he was ready for this course of action and changed his trajectory mid-charge to follow me with a dexterity that betrayed his looks.

"I am The Great Bakaara!" Bakaara roared as he finally caught up to me and swung his fist at me.

I quickly ducked under his massive arm, delivering a swift uppercut to his chin. However, instead of my attack harming him, it was I the one that took damage, having one of my knuckles fractured after the hit.

It felt like I had hit a wall of steel with all of my strength as a normal human.

Realizing I had no chance to win this fight by taking him head-on, I jumped back, but before I could get away, he grabbed me by the throat and started to squeeze, slowly cutting off my air supply.

I tried to pry his hand off of my throat using all the strength I could muster and more, but it was like trying to move a mountain.

"Are you really struggling with that insect?" Wioska said, her voice dripping with disappointment as she walked towards us.

"The Great Bakaara is disappointed. He thought you were stronger," Bakaara said as he continued to choke me.

My vision was starting to fade as the grip of Bakaara continued to tighten; I had to do something.

It was clear Wioska had no intention of intervening, and I refused to die at the hands of someone that speaks in the third person!

Gritting my teeth as I felt my desperation grow with each passing second, I swung at him with all my might, refusing to die, refusing to lose. 

The impact was enough to make him release his grip on me and stagger back a few steps.

"Perhaps I can still make a warrior out of you," Wioska said, looking at me with a small smile.

I gulped down large breaths of air as I tried to catch my breath, my throat burning. I had managed to push him back, I had done no apparent damage, but I had pushed him back.

I clenched my fists with newfound determination, realizing the fist I had used to attack Bakaara felt fine.

I had fully expected to break my hand after that strike. After all, I had broken a knuckle with the first hit, but somehow, my fist was completely fine, a bit sore perhaps, but fine.

"YESSS!" Bakaara roared to the skies before cracking his neck as he got back into his fighting stance. "The Great Bakaara is pleased to see you still have some fight in you! Good! Excellent! An easy fight brings no glory, no honor, no satisfaction!"

I got into my fighting stance as well, bracing myself for our battle to restart. No matter the cost, I would win.

"Replicate the feeling you had with that last punch, and you might just defeat this insect," Wioska said, her voice laced with a hint of amusement as she looked at Bakaara. "Your power remains the same, yet what changed during that last attack? Ask yourself that."

What changed, indeed?

I had been close to biting the dust for a moment there.

Hysterical strength, perhaps?

It could be, I mean, hysterical strength is a display of extreme physical strength some creatures show, giving results beyond what is believed to be normal, an evolutionary method of self-preservation that normally occurs when people perceive themselves to be in life-and-death situations.

This extra strength is commonly attributed to increased adrenaline production in the body.

That would fit what happened right now. 

Bakaara had pushed me into a corner, and my body had reacted out of self-preservation.

However, as much as this fit what had happened, my state of being right now showed no signs of a massive increase in adrenaline, meaning that whatever I had done to muster more strength wasn't a result of a boost thanks to hysterical strength.

I guess I will have to find out what exactly was that I did differently that time.

Trial and error. But with the risk of losing my life, how charming.


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