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 Typical opened his eyes. To his surprise, he was still alive. He turned to look at the other Assassins and noticed that they too were also alive. He could easily identify that their wounds weren't critical and were in fact on the process of getting better.

Typcial gazed back at his own body and knew what saved his life.

"You… healed me?" Typical gazed curiously at the three figures who were nearby.

"Woah! Nutterballs! He's already awake!" Lynd was stunned as he turned back noticing the awakening Assasin.

Lynd's trio was injecting some strange medicine onto the bodies of the Assassin. While the rest were injected certain medicines that stopped clotting, encourage cellular regeneration, the drug they used on Typical was different.

After acquiring a sample of the Dawn soldiers from Charles, a condensed version of a coolant liquid was finally created by Lennox. It was unknown even to Seeker how Lennox managed that, but at Seeker's orders, Arthur gave several vials of this to the group in case any of them would fall into a similar dilemma that Lynd faced.

"As expected with Meng's Disciple. I'm pretty sure you would have Ranked Higher than me in Zeek's future. But now, you should quietly take your place as number three or something." Meryl sneered as she walked proudly towards Typical.

"Are you guys sure we shouldn't be going down there?" Cliff asked immediately.

"I'm sure. That sensation. It should be Richie." Lynd answered immediately.

"The other one should be your Master. Is that right?" Lynd turned to Typical.

Typical was confused but then closed his eyes as if trying to sense something. It was then that he felt it.

"This is Master's potential?" Typical was shocked. He could feel a trace of desolations reaching to where he stood.

"Who's that other one?" Typical then asked in shock. The sensation was something that seemed to be of equal strength to the strange power of Meng.

"I don't understand. I thought Seeker went there. How did Richie get there already?" Cliff asked.

"He went there quite a while back. I barely caught sight of him with my eyes. He was using some strange technique which allowed him to move extremely fast and not make a single sound. Not even the sound of him passing through the air was heard. Unlike Zeek's charge which created thunderous sounds when he would break through the sound barrier, that movement was... calmer." Lynd answered immediately.

"Seeker... Was it that first person who went to face Master?" Typical interrupted.

"Yes. An ally of ours. We intended to get things done quickly and assist him. But it looks like the scale of their battle is far greater than we imagined. I doubt we'd be of any help." Lynd sighed.

Meryl also kept silent as she cursed herself for her inability.

"In any case, we need to go to Arthur and help him deal with that weapon of Mass destruction thing."

"It's not yours?" Typical was surprised.

"No. Someone wants to kill us both. We're headed out front. This is the only thing we can do now." Meryl answered.

"Judging by the scale of the battle between your master, Richie, and Zeek… They would probably be too wounded to escape that weapon. We're headed off to stop the weapon." Lynd informed Typical.

"Wait. Do we really need to deal with that weapon? I mean, the place where they are at should be deep underground right?" Cliff asked.

"No. Although the Master's throne is buried deep underground to protect our men from his Desolation, the weapon that may be headed towards us is the Qilin's Horn. It doesn't have explosive firepowers like atom bombs or other weapons of mass destruction, but it has the capability to reach its targeted location and kill any enemies along the way." Typical hurriedly stood up.

"I'm going with you. It seems you never intended to kill us. If Lennox is making this battle some training ground, then we will settle our score later. For now, we take care of the threats." Typical went to Trigger, who was unconscious and took his boots.

"Cliff. Take these men and head somewhere safe. Is there a spot where we can put your allies?" Lynd asked Typical.

"The safest would be as far away from the target of the Qilin's Horn."

"The target should be Zeek, Richie and Meng. I saw several drones flyby this area while we were fighting." Meryl spoke.

"Head further west and use the elevators to the lower levels." Typical immediately informed.

Cliff wasted no second and went for the unconscious bodies of the assassin.

"Young Master… Let me-" A barely conscious Sting spoke.

"No. You may not join us. Besides, these two are far stronger allies than you or any of the Dragon's Fang." Typical gave a cold response.

Sting didn't respond and only cursed himself for his weakness.

"Let's go," Typical ordered.

Right before they could leave, a faint crackling sound was heard far off in the distance.

"What's going on?" Cliff could not help but shudder. He could feel it too. An uncomfortable sensation that accompanied a painful sound that made his stomach turn.

The rest stood silently and had a strange realization on their eyes.

"So this... is an Overcomer," Lynd muttered softly.

Despite who strong they were now, they knew, they would only die at the scale that battle was happening.

Deep underground, strange lights and crackling sound would burst out as two distinct zones met.

One area had an intense desolating factor that the very hard pavement meant to seal off Meng's powers was deteriorating.

On the other side, matter was compressed and contained in what looked like a ball that started to vibrate at a strange way resisting the degrading aura that permeated.

Meng stood with two green wings floating at his back.

Richie sneered at the Dragon as a visible but transparent force field started to form around him keeping the desolation from spreading.

Seeker stood and couldn't help but tremble in excitement at the two forces.

"A fight that an Inhuman would die to see…" Seeker laughed as he quoted a saying in his future.

The Green Wings behind Meng had started condensing on his back. A strange zone of desolation surrounded Meng grew stronger as the green wing became more and more vibrant.

Richie gave a low deep sound as he hummed a familiar tune.

The force field surrounding them started to give off a powerful repelling force. Even the desolate aura was repelled by the strange force.

The Wings of Abomination was the attack that brought intense drying and decaying on the battlefield they called the Valley of Decisions. Richie's Walls of Jericho was the almost impenetrable repelling force that both protected their armies in the future and at the same time caused the deaths of millions.

The powers that the Overcomers had were unimaginable. They were incomparable even to the skills of Ranked Heroes. Because of this, many wondered what it would look like when two Overcomers were to seriously fight each other to the death. Just what kind of battle would that be? No one knew.

And Seeker finally got to witness this. It was a battle that even his future self wanted to see.

"So this is what they look like on their early stages…" Seeker was amazed. Their strange and almost unexplainable miracles had yet to reach maturity. It was at a point where it made sense for Seeker. As of this moment, the skills they displayed would easily make them as strong as Ranked Heroes. Though their Inhuman capacities greatly limited the powers they could create, the battle was something that even a genuine Ranked Hero could leave unscathed. 

The miraculous Paths of these two were just far too powerful.

"Let's hope you two will finally become genuine Overcomers through this battle." Seeker smiled.

"Just be sure you won't fall behind. Wait for my opening. It's time to show this Dragon that his roar isn't the loudest." Richie's figure started to dive off a strange distortion as the walls that held back the desolation condensed into an armor around Richie.

BOOM!

Richie blasted off creating a powerful sonic boom clearing the path of any desolation.

"HA!" Richie roared loudly.

Matter was pushed back as if a powerful repelling force started spreading.

"As expected. Voice of Creation." Seeker grinned.

The Wings of Desolation spread mightily as the black figure of Meng moved.

A greenish hue from the surroundings disappeared as it covered Meng's fist.

With a greenish blast of light, Meng punched the approaching Richie.

The Maw of the Dragon was now visually seen as a greenish force devoured the approaching soundwaves.

BOOM!

A strange resistance occurred between the two men who were halted from their respective charges.

Several explosions were occurring around them.

One had the power to devour everything, while the other had the power to repel everything.

The two met and clashed as the strong stone floor underneath them started to crumble.

Richie immediately retreated and disappeared from Meng's sight.

Humans could move in a predictable manner. But using the vibrations around him, Richie could move in strange directions. The usage of this strange movement could easily confuse the most trained warriors.

BOOM!

A powerful punch struck Meng from above.

Meng had blocked it in time as he felt the repelling force. His feet sunk at the strong pavement which immediately caused the crumbled parts of the stone to be thrown off by the repelling force.

Richie disappeared once again after making the strike.

Even Meng was a creature of habit. His habits and expectations of fighting another human had limited his skills. But Meng wasn't a normal human.

Meng turned around and punched out to his right causing him to hit a powerful force field.

BOOM!

The force field shattered but no Richie was found.

BOOM!

A powerful punch struck Meng on his face. The punch caused a powerful loud eruption. Meng had used Ultimate Obstruction to repel most of the attack.

The sounds that Richie employed had confused Meng.

Meng tried to counter by having one of his wings to attack Richie, but Richie evaded with a strange summersault. Richie 'walked' as he performed this somersault and easily evaded the right wing of Meng.

Meng, who caught sight or Richie, chased Richie and readied a punch.

Being unable to escape or disappear from Meng's sight, Richie rushed forth as if stepping on something invisible and rushed to meet Meng in a slashing strike.

BOOM!

Unlike Meng, Richie had limited energy to release. The mighty Walls of Jericho were quickly deteriorating as Richie fought within Meng's zone.

Even though a small layer of his sound armor remained, Richie did not retreat but faced Meng.

"HAAA!" Richie gave a mighty roar.

Strangely, Meng changed the direction of his punch to hit his right side hitting empty air.

ZOOOOM!

Seeker immediately charged as he was waiting for this precise moment.

"Amazing. It could even affect an Overcomer." Seeker admired.

With Richie's command over sounds and vibration, Richie could confuse his enemies by transmitting his voice in a way that it would be interpreted by the enemies' brains differently. But Richie's second ability that could render an armies air force useless was Richie's ability to disrupt his enemies' equilibrium. When used at a perfect time, this disruption could kill a World Champion.

Meng immediately used the momentum of his punch to twist his body in order to evade the force he was initially resisting with his fist. The pivot-evasion made him turn around as the vibrations slid by.

However, against all expectations, Richie didn't follow up on this attack.

"Kid!" Richie smiled as the armor around him started to dissipate and envelop the fast approaching Seeker Carlean.

Seeker held his sword tightly and gave a powerful thrust aimed to pierce Meng's back.

"Foolish!" Meng responded by raising his wings and creating an explosion of desolate force.

Richie was blown off with more wounds appearing on his body but he continued laughing.

Seeker dove in and thrust his sword aiming for the left wing of Meng.

The sword pierced through the green wing and that's when Meng realized it.

Seeker and the glass-like sword didn't disintegrate at the full exposure of his desolate aura.

Meng retreated but a strange repelling force hindered him as he heard Richie's continuing laughter.

Seeker's strike pierced through the green wing and penetrated Meng's back and all the way to Meng's heart.

The wings suddenly exploded.

BOOM!

A strange acidic and desolating force erupted.

Seeker was thrown back from the powerful blast. The edge of his sword was burnt in half and his outer clothes were burned. A synthetic dark grey suit remained but even that suit was badly damaged.

Meng stood with a wound on the side. The sword almost pierced through his heart.

"Looks like you failed." A battered Richie stood up. The wounds around him were numerous and the blood around him kept dripping. The armor he wore was also in a poor state and even his booster was damaged.

Seeker was also badly wounded all over his body.

"The sword didn't pierce through!" Seeker cursed angrily.

Meng had a solemn expression.

"How did that suit and your sword remain undamaged?" Meng had to ask.

Seeker could only gaze back in despair. The attack had failed.

"I see. Same principle as my armor. I underestimated your body. I didn't expect that it would be able to resist my desolation." Meng concluded

"Looks like this is the end for all of us." Meng gave a solemn remark. Despite the fact that his heart was damaged, Meng continued to lift his head up boldly.

"Thank you for the marvelous fight." Meng admired his opponents as his wings spread once more.

"But although I cannot win this battle, you two won't overcome me." Meng gave a despaired sighed.

"Red is the most beautiful of all." Meng gave a strange smile as he recalled his beloved.

The blood on his back started to seep out. The desolate force returned. Only this time, twice as terrifying as before.

The entire underground room started cracking and crumbling at the desolation.

Seeker and Richie immediately closed his eyes. They knew that they would have been greatly wounded if they continued to stare. One knew of it from the future, while the other did it out of instinct.

The two could feel it. A green tail-like figure with small reddish spots appeared from the hole of Meng's back.

It extended out and stretched pointing to the heavens.

"Tail of the Dragon." Seeker gave a solemn and almost helpless answer.

"This is bad. My full strength couldn't block that." Richie gave a lonely sigh.

Yet Richie moved forward.

"Richie! No! It's too dangerous!"

"What choice do we have, Kid? I told you, either I die or I Overcome. It's clear now. Neither of us are Overcomers yet. We don't have time to do anything, all that is left is to move forward." Richie continued to slowly walk forward. Each step causing more wounds.

"No! We need to retreat and think of a better strategy!"

"No time, Kid. Even if we do that, he'll die. Would you want that? Besides, it would be unmanly for me to flee when this guy literally whole-heartedly prepared this for us." Richie's teasing laugh.

"I don't have any other way to help you!"

"Oh? I've seen your potential. I'm sure you can squeeze something out and perform a miracle." Richie laughed.

It was at that moment that an intense frustration erupted from Seeker. He made a mistake. They would die because of his mistake, and yet even at such a critical error, he heard the same commendation he kept hearing in his past life. Many of which, died because they believed what they said about Seeker.

"I'M NOT A BELIEVER!" Seeker roared angrily and bitterly. Seeker's calm composure was replaced by an angry and desperate emotion.

Richie paused.

"Then just hope that I can Overcome." Richie shook his head in disappointment.

He started to hum a strange but familiar hum. A powerful armor started to appear once more and take shape. Instead of enveloping all of Richie, it formed a translucent shield.

"Shall we?" Richie asked.

"I'm disappointed that the boy refuses to join." Meng sighed.

"Come on. Give him a break. He's still a kid after all. Are you ready?"

"This Dragon pays his respect to a Mighty Warrior." Meng respectfully bowed as he clasped his hands at Richie.

"Too formal. Just call me Richie.." Richie laughed as he started running with a transparent shield floating in front of him.