Mutant awakening: My evolution knows no bounds

Chapter 154 A monster

Back in the Backyard of the Main Academy's BuildingNôv(el)B\\jnn

Silas stood resolutely, his eyes fixed on Vic, who remained eerily unscathed. Though Silas had landed numerous punishing blows, each one meant to damage and incapacitate, Vic's injuries disappeared almost immediately, his body regenerating with supernatural efficiency.

"His regeneration ability is insane. His healing speed surpasses mine by far," Silas thought grimly. His gaze didn't waver as he observed Vic's unrelenting charge, the creature's claws gleaming in the dim light.

Vic's dash forward was a blur of movement, his speed unnaturally swift. In the blink of an eye, he closed the gap between them, his vicious claws streaking through the air in a lethal arc.

The claws hissed as they sliced through empty space. At the last possible moment, Silas tilted his head aside, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike. The claws missed by mere inches, the sharp wind of their passage grazing his cheek.

In a seamless motion, Silas seized the opportunity. His hand shot out, gripping Vic's extended arm like a steel vice. With a surge of strength, he twisted sharply, putting his full power into the motion.

A sickening crack echoed through the yard, the sound of bone snapping under immense force. Vic's right arm hung limp, twisted unnaturally, like a rope frayed beyond repair. Yet Vic's expression remained chillingly blank. There was no cry of pain, no flinch of discomfort. It was as if his body didn't register injury.

Silas's eyes narrowed. He wasn't surprised; Vic's stoic disregard for damage had persisted since the fight began.

Without hesitation, Vic countered with his left arm, claws swiping in a brutal, sweeping motion. Silas danced to the side with practiced grace, narrowly evading the attack. His heart pounded, but his movements remained fluid, controlled.

Just as Silas steadied himself, Vic's broken arm lashed out again. Silas's eyes widened briefly. The once-shattered limb was whole, regenerated with disturbing speed. The claws tore through the air, aiming for Silas's chest.

"Hmm..." Silas noted, sidestepping once more. His mind processed the pattern as he countered with a sharp jab to Vic's ribs. The blow connected, sending Vic staggering backward.

Vic barely paused before charging again, his movements a blur. His claws whistled through the air, a flurry of strikes aimed to overwhelm.

"His speed... it's slowing down," Silas muttered, his voice tinged with realization. He leapt back, creating a gap between them. Vic's claws met only empty air, the sound of their passage fading like a ghost's whisper.

"You did your best, Vic," Silas said coldly. "You were a good fighter. But I'm better." His voice dropped, tinged with regret. "I'm sorry it has to end like this. You've become a monster, a danger to everyone. Keeping you alive will only bring harm to others. I know who you were. You wouldn't want innocent blood on your hands."

He clenched his fist, resolve hardening in his eyes.

[Active Skill: Soul Jab Activated]

A glowing blue energy flared around his fist, the luminescence spreading like wildfire. The yard was bathed in an eerie glow, the light growing more intense with each passing second.

TWOOOMMM!

Silas shot forward like a missile, the ground cracking beneath his feet. In an instant, he closed the distance, his right arm drawn back for the final, decisive blow.

"Silas?"

The soft, trembling voice froze him mid-strike. He didn't need to turn to know who it was. He knew that voice the instant he heard it.

Angelica.

Lowering his fist, Silas turned slowly. Angelica stood a few meters away, tears glistening in her eyes. Her face was a mask of fear and sadness, her expression pleading.

"What are you doing here, Angelica? You should be inside. Stay in your room like the staff told you," Silas said, his voice calm but firm.

"What's going on, Silas? What's happening here?" Angelica stammered, her voice trembling. Her eyes found Vic, and she gasped. "Is... is that... Vic?"

Vic's face, a grotesque amalgamation of fur and scales, was barely recognizable. Yet Angelica, through sheer force of familiarity and hope, still saw the friend she once knew.