Chapter 12: Chapter-12 : The True Meteor Fist
Chapter 12: The True Meteor Fist
As Hadius walked through the city streets, a wave of heat radiated from his body, leaving a molten trail in his wake. The buildings nearest to him began to warp, steel beams drooping like candle wax, while stone walls fractured and dripped like hot tar. His presence alone transformed the once-grand city into a smoldering ruin. People fled, their screams swallowed by the growing heat, until the city lay eerily silent save for the crackling of fires and the low hum of power emanating from Hadius.
In the distance, Ron sensed it—a qi so intense it was almost unbearable. Sweat poured down his face, his muscles tensing instinctively. He knew this wasn't an ordinary aura; this was Hadius. Each step the man took radiated a controlled chaos, the kind that only a master on the brink of godhood could wield. For the first time in years, Ron felt the weight of his own mortality. But his heart surged with an uncontainable thrill, a fiery impulse that demanded he challenge this force head-on. There was no fear now, only the exhilarating rush of impending battle.
He dashed toward Hadius, the ground cracking under his feet as he pushed off. His mind was racing, but his heart was clear. This was his chance to prove himself, to measure his strength against the legendary creator of the Meteor Fist. The distance between them closed in an instant, and with a roar that shook the sky, Ron unleashed the full force of his technique.
"METEOR FIST TRUE FORM: ASTEROID BARRAGE!"
His fists flew like a storm, each punch cloaked in searing orange flames that burned brighter and hotter than anything he had ever conjured before. To any observer, it looked like a fiery meteor shower crashing down on Hadius with devastating speed. Each strike slammed into Hadius, forcing him back, shaking the very earth beneath them. Craters erupted around them, and the ground beneath Ron's feet shattered, sending chunks of earth flying in every direction. The air grew suffocating as waves of heat pulsed out with each punch, scorching the landscape for miles around.
Hadius was forced to brace himself, his arms raised to absorb the impact of Ron's blows. For the first time in his life, he felt an unfamiliar chill—a sense of vulnerability he hadn't experienced in centuries. Ron's Asteroid Barrage was more than just raw strength; it was an onslaught of unwavering will, a fury unmatched by anything Hadius had encountered. Yet, he remained standing, enduring the assault without flinching. Even as his body took the brunt of each fiery blow, his face remained calm, his eyes calculating. To him, this was a test, a measure of his own legacy.
Thirty seconds passed, each one feeling like an eternity. The barrage was relentless, a continuous rain of power that would have reduced any other opponent to ash. But as the final blow landed, Ron staggered back, his breath ragged, his vision blurred from the heat and effort. The city around them was unrecognizable—a wasteland of smoking ruins and scorched earth. Ron gasped for air, certain that no one could have withstood such an attack.
As the flames died down, a shadow emerged from the haze of smoke and fire. Hadius stepped forward, unscathed, his expression one of disappointment mixed with a hint of amusement. The faintest smirk touched his lips as he spoke, his voice calm but laced with a quiet authority that silenced the world around him.
"This is the true form?" he asked, his tone almost mocking. "No, Ron. This is but an echo of what I created." He raised his hand, fingers spreading as an aura of unimaginable heat gathered around him. "You thought you could display the Meteor Fist in my presence?"
Ron could only watch, frozen by the sheer weight of Hadius's qi as he continued.
"Let me show you," Hadius whispered, his voice a rumble that resonated through the air, "the true form of the Meteor Fist."
The energy around Hadius surged, condensing into his palm. What had once been the intense heat of a supernova now paled in comparison to the inferno taking shape in his grasp. It was as though a fragment of the cosmos itself had come to life, spinning within his palm, radiating an energy so powerful that even Ron had to shield his eyes. The ground beneath Hadius melted away, forming a crater that deepened with each second, the sheer intensity of his qi vaporizing the rock beneath him.
"This… is Nebula Apex."
The air grew so dense and scorching that it became impossible to breathe. Ron felt his lungs burn as he struggled for air, his heart pounding in terror and awe. The sky itself seemed to warp under the force of Hadius's qi, the clouds swirling into a vortex above them. It was as though the heavens had acknowledged Hadius's power, bending to his will. Ron's hands shook, his fists unclenching as he stared in horror. He had thought his Asteroid Barrage was unmatched, a force that could level cities. But Hadius's Nebula Apex was beyond that—this was power on a cosmic scale, a force that could reshape worlds.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Hadius raised his hand, the energy of Nebula Apex swirling around his palm, burning hotter and brighter with each passing moment. The air crackled, and the ground trembled as he prepared to strike. The sheer pressure forced Ron to his knees, his body unable to withstand the overwhelming force.
"You sought to show the Meteor Fist to its master," Hadius said, his voice filled with a solemn finality. "Let this be a lesson, Ron. True power isn't just force. It's the mastery that binds it, the will that commands it."
And then, in one fluid motion, Hadius thrust his hand forward. The Nebula Apex burst forth, a cataclysmic wave of energy that tore through the city. Buildings were reduced to dust in an instant, the very landscape reshaped by the intensity of the blast. Ron could only watch as the world around him disintegrated, his own technique rendered insignificant in the face of such power. The ground beneath him vanished, leaving him suspended in a sea of heat and light, every fiber of his being consumed by the relentless force of Nebula Apex.
When the energy finally dissipated, the city was gone. All that remained was a desolate wasteland, a vast expanse of scorched earth stretching as far as the eye could see. The once-mighty fortress of FOM was reduced to rubble, a testament to the sheer magnitude of Hadius's power.
Ron lay on the ground, barely conscious, his body broken and his spirit crushed. He had believed himself to be unstoppable, the pinnacle of strength. But now, faced with the true form of the Meteor Fist, he understood just how small he truly was.
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