Chapitre 102: Fc's escape
High in the air, Fc saw Faria dominating Fc2. Desperation taking over, Fc transformed into his colossal 47-meter form. Conjuring a sword made of black energy, he aimed it at Faria, hoping to turn the tide of the battle.
Before Fc's sword could strike Faria, she raised her arm and effortlessly blocked the attack.
Her eyes locked onto Fc's, and suddenly, her aura darkened and intensified, becoming more vibrant and menacing.
The red energy surrounding her pulsed violently as it engulfed her entire body, transforming her into a formidable entity composed entirely of this crimson energy. Her form was now radiant and powerful, with energy crackling around her like living flames.
Meanwhile, Fc3, hovering high above, prepared to unleash a devastating black energy ball aimed directly at Tamim. The dark orb crackled with malevolent power as it descended rapidly toward its target.
But before the energy ball could make contact, Tamim reacted with lightning speed. He reached out and caught the ball in his hand, holding it effortlessly as if it were a mere trinket. Fc3's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Impossible!" Fc3 exclaimed, unable to comprehend how Tamim could withstand such a force.
As Tamim held the energy ball, it began to dissipate into harmless smoke, evaporating in his grasp. Panic flashed across Fc3's face. In a desperate move, Fc3 launched a punch at Tamim, but Tamim countered with a punch of his own. The impact was catastrophic—Fc3's body exploded into fragments, disintegrating into nothingness. The explosion was the final catalyst that completed Tamim's transformation. His entire body was now a radiant white entity, his face fully obscured by the intense energy that now comprised his form.
Fc, having witnessed Fc3's destruction, quickly turned his attention back to the battlefield. Faria, now in her fully transformed state, launched a devastating energy attack at Fc. Fc barely managed to react in time, deflecting the blast, but before he could recover, Fc2 moved in to strike Faria from behind. Faria, however, was ready. She dodged Fc2's punch with fluid grace and followed up with a vicious knee strike, shattering Fc2's form into pieces.
Seeing his clones being annihilated one by one, Fc teleported into the sky, his mind racing. The shattered particles of Fc2 and Fc3 began to coalesce, merging with Fc's body, enhancing his form. His structure became more monstrous, his power more fearsome.
Across the ruined city, Tamim and Faria stood, each on opposite sides, their eyes locked on Fc.
Fc, now more desperate than ever, thought to himself, "So, this is their final form... or is it? Something else is at play here. These aren't the same people I was fighting before. Whatever is controlling them now is far more powerful… far more dangerous."
He scanned their energy signatures, and to his shock, he realized, "Wait… both of them have the exact same energy, only in different colors. This shouldn't be possible. They aren't even related by blood—one's fully human, the other's only half. Even if they were related, it's impossible for them to share the same energy like this. Their power isn't biological… it's cosmic."
As Fc processed this revelation, Tamim and Faria suddenly teleported to his sides, ready to strike. But Fc was quick, swapping his position with a clone and teleporting back to the ground. Yet, Tamim and Faria were faster, reaching the ground before him. Fc teleported again, this time into the air.
Clapping his hands together, Fc unleashed a thick cloud of smoke that enveloped the entire city in an instant.
"This might work now," Fc thought, as he began to rain black fluid down from the sky. The fluid hit the ground, and each drop morphed into a clone of Fc, thousands of them emerging in moments.
"These clones are more powerful than the ones before," Fc mused, a twisted smile forming. "Now, I have the power of three Fjink clones."
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To be continued….
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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