Ch92. Grasp

Kurt couldn't move a single muscle while his other version attacked him mercilessly.

Punches flew like rockets and kicks went in like hammers.

He felt the pain, but his will didn't waver for a single moment, because of a single thought that could change the entire game.

If proved right.

"Why aren't you saying anything, other me? Are you by any chance afraid of dying here?" The other Kurt chuckled. "Do you remember how you made me look ABSOLUTELY WORTHLESS to the system back then? How you were able to mimic almost every single one of my movements like it was NOTHING?"

And he landed another blow on Kurt's stomach.

This one couldn't go unnoticed, and the young Kurt fell to his knees, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

"Yeah..." Kurt's other version stopped in front of him, crouching down and looking at him straight in the eye. "It was as painful as the punch you just took. But do you want to know what was even more painful than that?"