Clashing with a noble ( Part Two )

It took Fell a few seconds to get out of the steel wall. He slid down the wall and patted himself due to habit. He stood up with difficulty, his loose sense of balance made him burp as he felt cold sweat all over his body.

The surprise attack he received made his brain jiggle inside his skull. He slapped the side of his head a few times and repeatedly shook his head in an attempt to clear his confusion.

Feeling his foggy brain clear a little bit, his vision stopped swaying, and the slight nausea he had before going away as quickly as it appeared.

Under his helmet, Fell smiled while chuckling weirdly. His eyes shone as his lips opened in a large deformed grin.

"That bastard!" He cursed in his mind but moved on due to having more urgent matters to deal with.

He could feel his First Art epiphany gradually disappear. Afraid to miss this chance, he ignored the Golden MechSuit and resumed his Massin Martial Art practice.

The slicked hair man expected Fell to pounce on him after his underhanded attack. Never in his dream would he have thought that the juvenile-faced man that inside the white MechSuit would completely ignore him. Didn't he just send him flying like a kite in the wall? Didn't he feel any humiliation?

His heart trembled as he sensed an intense foreboding. He was used to stepping on people as if they were ants, and the individual he crushed in his life showed a variety of emotions. Never once in his life did he face someone who could ignore his hits as if they were nothing more simple, harmless, mosquitoes stings.

His eyes wrinkled under his helmet, deforming due to his inner thinking. A seed of fear sprouted in his heart, and it left him disgusted by this feeling.

As Fell was doing his best in trying to recover his state of Fist Art epiphany. The Golden MechSuit began shaking, its metallic frame produced several rattling noises as he could be seen clenching his fist.

This scene didn't go unnoticed by the experienced PD Chairman. His eyes were wide open, and his face featured a gaping mouth. His palms were sweaty, and his anxiety spiked as he could feel his worst fear come to existence. The stress weakened his knees as he watched the heavy arms of the MechSuit being thrown away, as if they were hitting an invisible enemy.

"He's gonna explode! This is the end! Walter, your boy, killed us all!" The chairman screamed in his mind. Ignoring a noble was similar to touching a dragon's reverse scale. Its repercussions would be catastrophic, and everyone present could be eliminated due to this.

Fell completely cut off his senses from his surroundings. His perception was spread in a small radius around him, everything else was ignored.

He began calming down as he felt his grasp on the Fist Art gradually come back. The sudden epiphany was recovered, and this time he was ready to deal with anyone who would try to stop him in his progress.

The Golden MechSuit was rooted on the ground, his limb shook as if they were leaves in the middle of a cyclone.

Under the golden helmet, the nobleman's face was deformed due to his state of mind. He couldn't understand why his heart felt like it was going to implode in his chest. As no trace of his past calmness remained in his mind.

Feeling that he was losing control of his own sanity, a spark of clarity appeared in his mind.

"Must be those pills!" He thought during a single instant before it swiftly disappeared. His mind blanked, and his thought process stopped.

Due to the intense flood of emotion that was overtaking him. Something was triggered deep in his psyche, he could feel something dark and virulent grow in his own brain.

An intense pain took over the nobleman as a blood-curling scream escaped from the helmet. The suppression from the armor couldn't block his howl from spreading through the room.

Everyone present was shaken by the scream. They couldn't understand his reaction, and they couldn't control the intense fear that took over their bodies. The cry that escaped the nobleman's lips made their hair rise, and cold sweat soaked their body.

The disturbance wasn't left unnoticed by Fell. But he decided to ignore the man's reaction. He assumed he was only having a mental breakdown, and decided to keep his focus on his Fist Art. In the end, if he decided to try another underhanded attack, he was fully ready to counter-attack.

Under his white MechSuit, his motions were gradually turning fluid, flowing endlessly as his muscle's fibers tensed and relaxed in repetition. He was getting progressively accustomed to the body-fitting armor, and he could feel that the Massin Martial Art Middle Success breakthrough was going to happen soon.

The pained scream intensified, and the nobleman could feel that something was sprouting in his brain. Fell felt a disturbance of Heaven and Earth Energy in his surroundings.

He felt the Energy in the room emptying at an alarming rate. Feeling that he secured his Fist Art epiphany and that his breakthrough was only a question of time, he spread his sense through the room.

A surprised yelp escaped from under his lips, he immediately understood that the nobleman in front of him was having an Energy Path breakthrough. The intense disturbance in Heaven and Earth Energy was due to him turning into a small-sized black hole that was engulfing all the space energy that existed in the room.

The phenomenon intensified as Fell could feel that all the energy that existed in the Police Department radius was rushing to their spot. The density of Energy in the room was gradually turning potent and Fell could see the room bask in the mercury like energy.

"Oh! You're having a breakthrough! Time to pay back!"

"Little gold parasites, time to eat to your fill!" He sent his will in his Inner Universe and completely opened his pores.

Part of the energy that was rushing to the Golden MechSuit diverted in the opposite direction of the room. Fell kept repeating the Massin Martial Art as torrents of Energy flooded his meridians. Helped by the strong boost of Energy, his Fist Art broke through in a single instant.