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Chapter 232: Another Supervillain Emerges
🕑 Added 2025-07-28 16:42:58 +0000 UTC
"Finally, a worthy opponent!"
For the first time since his rebirth, Alex felt something he hadn’t experienced in years—a surge of adrenaline that wasn’t born of danger, but of excitement.
Every battle until now had ended in seconds. Mutants, assassins, mercenaries—no matter how hyped their reputations, they all crumbled before him like sandcastles before a rising tide. Even Sebastian Shaw, the so-called king of energy absorption, had ultimately fallen without giving Alex the thrill of a real fight.
But this man…
This red-haired mutant radiated a power that demanded respect.
Alex’s lips curved into a sharp smile.
Let’s see what you’ve got.
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BOOOOM!
Alex blurred forward at supersonic speed, cutting through the air like a living missile. The ground beneath him split from the shockwave as he drove his fist straight toward the red-haired man’s face.
But the Master didn’t even blink.
CRAAACK!
Their fists collided, and the world shook. The impact wasn’t just physical—it carried enough raw force to shatter every window within half a mile. Entire sections of the mansion disintegrated. Trees bent and snapped like twigs, and a rolling shockwave rippled outward, flattening the landscape as though a bomb had gone off.
The Master’s sneer barely faltered. "You call yourself the strongest mutant?" His voice dripped with disdain. "Arrogance."
Then his mouth opened.
SCREEEEECH!
A sonic blast roared out—not the clumsy wail of Banshee, but something far beyond, sharper, denser, and infinitely deadlier. The air itself warped from the vibration. Concrete liquefied. Distant trees splintered. Birds in the skies above simply dropped, their eardrums ruptured.
Alex barely had time to react.
Telekinetic shield—NOW.
WHOOOM!
The shield flared to life around him, absorbing the worst of the sonic onslaught, but the force still slammed him backward like a hurricane made of knives.
Alex’s mind raced.
Another ability?
This was getting absurd.
Heat vision, telekinesis, seismic vibrations, now sonic manipulation—how many powers did this man possess?
Was he… like Alex?
For the first time, Alex understood what his own enemies must have felt watching him reveal ability after ability mid-battle: that cold spike of realization—
This isn’t a normal mutant.
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ZZZAP!
Twin beams of crimson heat vision erupted from Alex’s eyes, cutting through the lingering sonic haze with surgical precision.
The Master didn’t even flinch.
His hand flicked outward, and an invisible telekinetic barrier shimmered into existence, absorbing the beams as though they were nothing more than flashlight beams.
The ground beneath them cracked and heaved under the strain.
A stalemate.
Neither could land a decisive blow.
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BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The battle escalated into chaos.
Fists met with thunderous cracks. Heat beams carved molten scars across the earth. Sonic waves split the air. Telekinetic blasts ripped entire chunks of the landscape free, hurling them like artillery shells.
The sheer speed of their clash turned them into blurs streaking across the horizon. Forests flattened. Hills vaporized. Rivers were diverted from their natural courses as their shockwaves tore new paths through the earth.
Hours passed.
Neither man slowed. Neither man yielded.
This wasn’t just a fight—it was two living weapons measuring every limit the other possessed.
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Finally, as though by unspoken agreement, they disengaged.
They hovered across from each other, suspended in the air above a scarred battlefield that stretched for miles. Smoke rose from craters. The scent of scorched earth and ozone hung heavy.
For the first time in years, Alex’s chest rose and fell faster than normal. A faint line of blood traced his lower lip—a rare reminder that he could bleed.
Across from him, the Master’s expression had shifted. The earlier sneer was gone, replaced by a look of sharp, appraising respect.
"I underestimated you, Alex Winters," the Master admitted, his voice low but steady. "To think there existed another mutant… like me."
Alex’s hand brushed the blood from his mouth. His voice was calm but edged. "Likewise. You’re full of surprises."
Who the hell is this guy?
Through the haze of adrenaline, Alex’s mind worked quickly, rifling through every scrap of comic book knowledge from his past life.
Heat vision. Telekinesis. Sonic manipulation. Precision vibration attacks. Psychic resistance. A genetic aura that felt almost engineered rather than natural.
Only one name fit the puzzle.
Mister Sinister.
But if this man was Sinister, then things had just become much more complicated.
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The Master’s eyes glinted with something unreadable.
"Until we meet again."
With a single, controlled motion, he rocketed skyward, breaking through the clouds in a flash of red-gold light.
Alex hovered there, watching him vanish. He could have pursued—maybe even caught him.
But he didn’t.
Not yet.
