Nergui's hand didn't seem to move as he tried to press the trigger. His finger froze mid-motion, his entire body locking up involuntarily.
SECOND GUESS ACTIVATED
Enemy hesitation: 2 seconds (upgraded duration)
"SECOND GUESS, BABYYYYYY!" Tòumíng screamed, his voice cracking with desperation and triumph.
He drove his forehead forward in a brutal headbutt that connected with Nergui's nose—already damaged from the earlier knee strike, crushing cartilage and sending fresh blood spraying.
Before Nergui could recover from the headbutt, Tòumíng followed up with another head strike, this time driving his skull directly into Nergui's throat. The impact crushed against the windpipe, making Nergui gag and choke.
Then Tòumíng did something absolutely insane.
He punched Nergui with his dislocated arm.
The pain was indescribable—bone grinding against bone, the joint completely out of alignment, every nerve screaming in protest. But the force of the punch, combined with the angle and momentum, actually forced the joint back into place.
POP.
The shoulder relocated with a sickening sound, the bones finding their proper alignment again through sheer violent impact.
"Now, for a lesson. You may have heard these words before, but I'll teach you what they really mean. GO BEYOND! PLUS... ULTRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
The My Hero Academia reference. All Might's signature move. The ultimate embodiment of going beyond your limits through sheer willpower and determination.
NAKED GUN ACTIVATED - SPECIAL
One-liner quality: AMAZING (iconic reference, perfect context, delivered with conviction during desperate situation)
Speech quality: INSPIRATIONAL
TEMPORARY EFFECT: 10x strength boost for 10 seconds
Tòumíng stood over Nergui—somehow, despite his broken leg, despite his shattered ribs and collarbone, despite everything,and delivered the full All Might MOVE with every ounce of conviction he could muster.
"DETRIOT SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA!!!"
His fist came down in a devastating gut punch that carried ten times his normal strength, which, combined with his already enhanced physiology from regeneration, meant the impact was absolutely catastrophic.
Nergui's body lifted off the ground from the force. Actually lifted. His feet left the floor as the punch drove all the air from his lungs and sent him flying backward through the air like he'd been hit by a car.
He smashed into the concrete wall behind him with enough force to leave a small crater—an actual indent in the solid material, spiderweb cracks radiating outward from the impact point.
Nergui slumped down to the floor and lay there, completely unconscious, blood trickling from his nose and mouth, his breathing shallow but present.
The ten-second buff ended immediately, leaving Tòumíng's strength returning to normal levels. His broken leg gave out and he collapsed, the adrenaline finally wearing off enough for the full extent of his injuries to register.
"Xuān Láng!" he gasped, his voice barely audible. "Come here!"
Xuān Láng—who'd been watching this entire sequence with his jaw hanging open in absolute disbelief—snapped out of his shock and ran over. His considerable weight made the floor shake slightly as he moved.
"What the fuck just happened?! How did you—you just punched through a WALL! a fucking metal wall. And that guy is—"
"Not important!" Tòumíng interrupted. "We need to move! NOW!"
Xuān Láng looked at the handcuffs still locked around his wrists, no keys, still secured, just freed from the table bracket.
Tòumíng grabbed the cuffs with both hands, his newly-relocated shoulder protesting but functional, and ripped them apart. The metal strained, bent, then snapped with a metallic screech as his enhanced strength overpowered the locking mechanism.
"Holy shit," Xuān Láng whispered.
"Yeah. Holy shit. Now carry me before more guards show up."
Xuān Láng nodded, his survival instincts overriding his confusion. He pulled Tòumíng's arm over his shoulder, supporting his weight, careful not to jostle the broken leg too much.
They walked—or rather, Xuān Láng walked while Tòumíng hopped on his good leg—out of the interrogation room, through the observation room with its destroyed walls, and into the hallway beyond.
Behind them, Nergui remained slumped against the wall, unconscious but alive, a testament to just how insane Tòumíng's life had become.
"Where are we going?" Xuān Láng asked, breathing hard from supporting Tòumíng's weight despite his own considerable size.
"We need to find Háo Héng. He ran off earlier. Then we get the fuck out of this factory before—"
Alarms started blaring. Again. Louder this time. Emergency lights flashing red.
"Before that happens," Tòumíng finished with a sigh.
"Who's Háo Héng?"
"Long story. Just keep moving."