Capítulo 137: SUPER! #137
With careful steps, Cedric carried the intoxicated Khalifa through the dimly lit hallway of her residence. The scent of perfume and faint traces of candlelight lingered in the air, adding a touch of elegance to the atmosphere. As they reached Khalifa's bedroom, he gently lowered her onto the soft mattress, ensuring her comfort even in her inebriated state.
Khalifa's hazy consciousness fought against the fog, her gaze drifting in and out of focus. In her intoxicated state, her mind struggled to comprehend Cedric's actions. Her despair peaked as she noticed him bending down towards her feet, and a sense of dread washed over her.
Weighty emotions threatened to consume her as he removed her shoes, her last vestiges of control slipping away.
Yet, much to her dread, Cedric's paused as if contemplating his next move. Suddenly, he reached for her head, causing Khalifa's heart to skip a beat. Her drunken mind raced, imagining the worst scenarios that could unfold.
But Cedric's touch brought about a completely different outcome. With a delicate gesture, he carefully removed Khalifa's glasses, allowing her weary eyes a moment of relief from the weight of the lenses. The simple act cleared her blurred vision as he poked the side of her head with his index.
With the glasses safely placed aside, Cedric proceeded to tuck the sheets around Khalifa, ensuring she was snug and warm beneath their comforting embrace. He took a moment to gaze upon her serene form, amusement dancing in his eyes.
Satisfied that Khalifa was settled, Cedric turned towards the exit of her house, his footsteps barely audible against the polished floor. As he reached the doorway, he glanced back at the slumbering figure with a grin as if he knew of the storm brewing in her head.
With a final reassuring smile, Cedric quietly closed the door behind him, leaving Khalifa to her much-needed rest. The darkness of her room enveloped her, the silence broken only by the gentle sound of her breathing.
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Cedric stepped out into the lively street, and his amused grin sprad across his face. The bustling atmosphere of Water Seven enveloped him as the sounds of chatter and footsteps mingled with the vibrant colors of the surrounding buildings. The air was thick with the aroma of street food, filling his nostrils with tantalizing scents.
Cedric scanned the area with a confident stride, C, his gaze moving from one side of the street to the other. He subtlly looked at the roof edges before turning to a dark ally nearby.
Stepping into the shadowy alley, Cedric found himself immersed in a different ambiance. The sunlight struggled to penetrate the narrow passage, casting elongated shadows along the worn cobblestones. The air grew cooler, carrying a hint of dampness, and a sense of anticipation clung to the surroundings.
Cedric's grin widened as he came to a pause at the center of the alley,. He felt the presence of another, a keen intuition that whispered secrets to him. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he exclaimed, his voice carrying a mixture of amusement and confidence, "Come out! I know you've been following me for a while now..."
His gaze shifted towards the rooftops that loomed above. He knew that his words had reached their intended target, and now all that remained was for the mysterious figure to reveal themselves.
And then, as if answering his call, a figure emerged from the shadows, walking the ledge with an effortless grace. The man's attire was eccentric, donning speedos and an open Hawaiian shirt that billowed in the gentle breeze. His light blue hair, styled in a striking pompadour, added a touch of audacity to his appearance. flamboyant
Flanking the man were two women, their bold presence undeniable. Their square-shaped afros stood out as a testament to their unique style, wearing two piece red and yellow bikinis. The two women's confident gazes locked onto Cedric as if ready for anything.
A wide grin spread across the man's face as he joined his forearms above his head in a triumphant pose. "Ahoy there!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "You might be filthy pirate, but at least you're super gentleman!"
Cedric's grin broadened, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He tilted his head and replied, "I'd take being a filthy pirate over being a filthy pervert any day of the week. Put some pants on before throwing rocks at people!"
Franky's grin grew even broader, his energy contagious as he brought his for arms togather over his head. "I'm not a pervert... I'm a SUPER PERVERT!" he declared, his voice booming. "And even though you might be a gentleman, I'm still gonna kick your ass for laying hands on my family members!"
Cedric shrugged nonchalantly, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "I'd like to see you try, Franky," he replied, his voice laced with amusement. "But let's not cause a ruckus here. How about we settle this in a more appropriate setting, like the scrap yard? We wouldn't want to trouble the good people of Water Seven."
Franky's grin widened, a spark of excitement igniting in his eyes. "Sounds like a plan, pirate!" he exclaimed, his voice resonating with determination. "Let's head to the scrap yard and give 'em a show they won't forget!"
With that, Cedric and Franky made their way through the vibrant streets of Water Seven towards the scrap yard, located near the coast. The air carried a faint scent of salt and sea, heightening the anticipation of their impending clash. The scrap yard was a sprawling expanse, filled with discarded machinery, twisted metal, and remnants of past battles, making it the perfect arena for their confrontation.
With that, Cedric and Franky made their way through the vibrant streets of Water Seven towards the scrap yard, located near the coast. The air carried a faint scent of salt and sea, heightening the anticipation of their impending clash. The scrap yard was a sprawling expanse, filled with discarded machinery, twisted metal, and remnants of past battles, making it the perfect arena for their confrontation.
As they entered the scrap yard, the atmosphere shifted, becoming charged with an electric energy. The moon cast its pale light upon the scattered wreckage, illuminating the makeshift battleground. Cedric's trident gleamed in the moonlight, a weapon chosen with precision for its versatility and reach.
Franky, on the other hand, stood tall and proud, his bionic modifications glinting under the moon's gaze. His front was heavily armored, rendering it insensitive to most attacks, while his vulnerable back remained exposed. A mix of anticipation and determination filled Franky's eyes.
Without wasting a moment, the two combatants took their positions, ready to unleash their respective powers upon each other. Cedric gripped his trident firmly, his stance reflecting a calm and collected demeanor. Franky flexed his cybernetic muscles, his body pulsing with raw power.
Franky made the first move, and the clash between the two intensified as both combatants unleashed their full power. Cedric stood tall and composed, wielding his trident with deadly precision, while Franky utilized every tool at his disposal, relying on his bionic enhancements and arsenal of weapons.
Franky's cybernetic body granted him incredible strength, his front heavily armored and insensitive to most attacks. With a flurry of mechanical movements, he engaged Cedric, his multi-barreled machine gun popping out of his wrist, unleashing a barrage of bullets. Cedric swiftly deflected the projectiles with his trident, the metal clang resonating through the scrap yard.
Undeterred, Franky activated one of his signature moves, the Strong Right. With a powerful thrust, his right fist shot forward, propelled by a chain. But Cedric's reflexes were lightning-fast, and he sidestepped the attack, narrowly evading the devastating blow. With a twist of his body, Cedric countered with a swift strike, aiming for Franky's exposed side.
However, Franky's armored exterior absorbed the impact, the blow leaving only a superficial dent. He retaliated with a burst of flames from his mouth, the scorching heat filling the air. Cedric, ever agile, evaded the fiery assault, his eyes fixed on his opponent's every move.
Franky's arsenal seemed endless as he switched tactics, deploying his extendable right arm. It stretched forward with a metallic whir, aiming to ensnare Cedric in its iron grip. But Cedric anticipated the maneuver, gracefully maneuvering out of harm's way, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Unrelenting, Franky unleashed another devastating attack, the Coup de Vent. He connected his arms with a T-shaped pipe, channeling a concentrated blast of air. The force tore through the scrap yard, toppling metal debris and sending shockwaves rippling through the air. Cedric braced himself, his trident acting as a shield against the powerful gusts.
As the dust settled, Cedric emerged unscathed, his gaze fixed on his opponent. Franky, though momentarily taken aback by Cedric's resilience, quickly regained his composure and resumed attacking.
Cedric opted for a passive stance, his focus on defending against Franky's relentless barrage. He expertly blocked each attack, whether it be the iron-fisted blows or the cannon blasts that emanated from Franky's left arm. The clash of metal and the resounding impact echoed through the scrap yard, showcasing the immense power of both combatants.
But Cedric bided his time, waiting for the opportune moment to strike back. He analyzed Franky's movements, identifying a slight opening in his defenses. As Franky launched a final assault, a powerful punch aimed at Cedric's head, the pirate captain swiftly sidestepped and delivered a devastating blow to Franky's gut.
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