"HAHAHA!!!!"
Lester's laughter wasn't just a sound; it was a shockwave, rattling the ruined city. He stood amidst the debris, his claws elongating, dripping with corrupt energy.
"You think you can defeat me?!" Lester roared, the entity inside the host body reveling in the chaos. "Countless heroes have spoken those words. Their bones are now dust beneath my feet!"
Sunny stood motionless, his expression bored. "Then you haven't met me."
With a subtle distortion of air, the three clones vanished instantly.
"An Eighth Order? Don't make me laugh! That is a temporary rank, a fragile shell!" Sunny scoffed.
The first clone materialized beside him, not with a shout, but with the silence of an executioner. The punch didn't just hit; it crumpled the air around Lester's cheekbone.
BAM!!!
CRACK.
Lester was flung sideways, skidding through the dirt. He snarled, shaking off the dizziness, but as he rose, the second clone was already there—low, grounded, and coiled like a spring.
