Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic

Chapter 125: Team Kairia exterminated



Luke condensed telekinetic waves into the sole of his foot and struck at the werewolf, who could only cross his arms in an X to defend himself. He was pushed back more than ten

meters, crashing into one of the large trees. The trunk was strong enough not to shatter from the impact.

Luke advanced toward his enemy, leaving Wednesday to deal with the vampire. He had wanted to fight a vampire, but she had chosen first.

"I wonder how strong a half-blooded werewolf is. Too bad you didn't inherit both of your parents' outcast genes, Jacob," Luke commented with a slightly disappointed expression. The fight would have been more exciting if his enemy had two types of powers.

Luke's mental reading had improved significantly compared to before. Now, with just eye contact, he could read memories from hours earlier, not just current thoughts. This allowed him to learn the werewolf's name and a few other irrelevant details.

The werewolf, named Jacob, looked surprised by Luke's comment.

"Get out of my mind, telepath!" Jacob shouted, hitting his head hard.

'An unorthodox but effective method,' Luke thought with a slight grimace as he was forced out of Jacob's thoughts. He hadn't been able to delve too deeply into his memories.

After that, Jacob's body began to change. In less than five seconds, his arms grew hairier and more muscular. Claws sprouted from his thick hands.

'Partial transformation, huh?' Luke thought as he watched Jacob Sprint toward him at full speed.

Luke manipulated the telekinetic waves around him. When Jacob was about five meters away, he unleashed them in an explosion of kinetic waves that expanded in all directions.

The blast reached a radius of ten meters, hitting Jacob with the shockwave. His body was suspended in the air, thrown back as if he were a ragdoll.

The violent push sent him flying several meters in a matter of seconds. About ten meters away, Jacob's body slammed into one of the large trees again, but this time the impact was more violent, and the bark cracked.

The damage Jacob suffered from this attack was also more severe. He coughed up a large amount of blood and felt several of his ribs break.

"Do a full transformation, or you won't last long," Luke remarked.

From this brief encounter, Luke could tell that the half-blood werewolf in front of him was slightly stronger than Tyler the Hyde, another half-blood. If he used a full transformation, he would be several levels more powerful than Tyler.

"Don't be cocky, kid," Jacob growled, wiping the blood from his mouth. His broken ribs healed, and the cuts he had suffered from the tree's splinters also healed at a rapid pace.

Luke wasn't surprised by this. He knew that werewolves had a high regeneration ability.

Jacob's body began to change again. His entire body became covered in fur. His muscles grew larger. His human face transformed into that of a wolf, with fangs and gray eyes. His height increased, and the aura he gave off was fiercer than before.

'His physical strength must surpass Atlas's, and his regeneration is better,' Luke thought as he observed the transformation.

Atlas was a tank. His mythical bronze skin was very difficult to damage, though he didn't have the super regeneration of a werewolf or an aura-green psychic. His strength of 5 tons was impressive, but not the best. Werewolves his age far exceeded that strength.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Atlas's crucial advantage was his skin, tougher than steel, his claws far deadlier than a werewolf's (thanks to the mythical bronze), and his petrifying gaze.

Even so, Luke considered Atlas a more challenging opponent than the werewolf before him. Skin tougher than steel was no joke, and his mythical bronze claws only needed to graze Luke to cut him cleanly and inflict a serious wound.

The werewolf had advanced regeneration, but that's not the same as mythical bronze. If Luke hit him once and didn't give him time to recover, it would be game over for Jacob. He'd be turned to mush before he had a chance to regenerate.

Jacob, in his full werewolf form, began running on all fours toward Luke. His speed reminded Luke of when Atlas had turned his lower body into that of a snake.

When Jacob was about five meters away, he leaped, quickly closing the distance. Luke created a barrier around his body to defend against the attack.

Jacob's claws struck the shield with a dull thud. The telekinetic shield held firm. Before Luke could send Jacob flying, the werewolf kept clawing at the barrier, trying to tear it apart.

'Is he Warwick?' Luke thought. If he tried to release the telekinetic force from the shield to push Jacob away, it would be counterproductive, as the repulsive force wasn't strong enough, and he'd just be left without a barrier to protect himself.

The shield couldn't withstand Jacob's barrage of strikes. It shattered, and the sharp claws headed straight for Luke, who was already prepared to dodge the attack.

With his Observation Haki and the help of telekinetic waves, he moved, evading the attack perfectly.

'How?' Jacob thought, surprised to see how Luke had dodged his attack with such precision. Luke's barrier had lasted less than five seconds, and his attack had been fast.

How could a telekinetic dodge with such precision? His senses shouldn't be able to keep up with such speed.

Wasting no time, Luke concentrated telekinetic waves around his left elbow, enveloping it. The air around him seemed to compress just before impact, as if the very environment tensed.

Luke's elbow struck violently against the left side of Jacob's abdomen, just below his ribs, in a vulnerable area.

At the moment of impact, a dull crack could be heard: muscles and internal tissues suffered under the pressure, and air was forcefully expelled from Jacob's lungs, leaving him breathless.

His ribs creaked, not breaking but suffering microfractures that sent waves of pain through his torso. The telekinetic energy made the impact not only felt on the surface but also penetrate internally, damaging his organs.

Despite the powerful blow, Jacob didn't go flying. Luke controlled his telekinetic force to prevent that from happening.

Jacob staggered, his body rigid from the pain, unable to breathe properly. Luke pressed on with his attack, giving him no time to recover.

His left fist struck Jacob's left lung, causing more pain and making it even harder for him to catch his breath.

Before Jacob could even process the pain, Luke's right fist slammed directly into his jaw with such force that his teeth ground together, and his head snapped to the side, leaving his vision momentarily blurred.

Then, Luke struck Jacob's abdomen again with a punch right in the same spot where his elbow had landed earlier, increasing the internal damage and tearing muscles. Each blow was faster

than the last.

Luke enveloped his fists with telekinetic waves, but without condensing too much, ensuring the werewolf wouldn't be sent flying.

The speed and force of the compressed telekinetic attacks made each punch feel like an internal explosion. Jacob's healing factor didn't have enough time to recover from so many internal injuries at such a rapid pace.

Finally, when Luke sensed Jacob was on the verge of collapse, he spun his body, lifting his right leg and delivering a kick to the center of the werewolf's furry abdomen.

This time, an immense amount of telekinetic energy concentrated in his leg, exponentially increasing the power of the impact.

BAM!

Jacob was sent hurtling backward at great speed, his body flying like a projectile.

As Jacob flew toward the splintered trunk, the same one that had survived the previous impact, Luke aimed both hands at him, and telekinetic waves began to twist in the air around

him.

Just before the werewolf reached the tree trunk, Luke gave a violent telekinetic pull. Jacob's speed doubled in an instant, his body accelerating toward the tree faster than before.

Jacob crashed into the trunk with an explosion of splinters and wood. The already splintered trunk finally gave way, breaking with a deafening crack. Shards of wood flew everywhere, and the tree slowly collapsed while Jacob's body fell to the ground, completely shattered, unable to move after the brutal beating he had endured.

Fortunately for Luke, the enormous tree didn't fall in his direction, so he didn't need to dodge it, as he wouldn't have been able to move it with his telekinesis. That tree must weigh more

than five tons.

'He is not comparable to Atlas,' thought Luke as he walked toward Jacob's battered body,

which was beginning to revert to its human form.

He observed Jacob's severely wounded body, breathing heavily and looking at Luke with half- closed eyes, a clear expression of surprise in his gaze.

"So... cough you possess three auras," Jacob commented with difficulty, coughing up blood. His head rested against the base of the fallen tree.

There was a rumor about Luke that had been circulating throughout the outcast society. The rumor was that he possessed three auras.

The rumor had two solid foundations. First, that he had defeated Atlas, a gorgon who could

petrify with just eye contact. How did he defeat that veteran gorgon? He would have had to cover his eyes, no doubt. If he did and didn't have a clairvoyant aura, he would be an idiot, since he'd be an easy target.

Secondly, the memory extracts Luke presented to the outcast police. Some people believed he had obtained these memory extracts with the help of a telepath, while others said he possessed a blue aura like his mother. But if that were true, it would mean one of these two

theories was false.

So, many believed that both were real, which made Luke a user of three auras: telekinesis, clairvoyance, and telepathy.

"Yes," Luke replied, with a barely perceptible smile, showing neither alarm nor concern. "Pretty cool, right?"

He knew the news would spread sooner or later, and there was no point in hiding it anymore.

The only downside was that he wouldn't be able to surprise the Spellmans like before.

His attention quickly returned to Jacob, whose wounds, despite the brutal beating, were

beginning to heal.

Jacob was recovering but needed several minutes to fully heal. And Luke had no intention of

giving him that chance.

Luke took a step forward and slowly raised his leg.

"What are you doing?" Jacob asked with difficulty, trying to buy some time to move and

attempt to survive.

"The same thing you would do," Luke responded.

Without using telekinesis or any extra power, he simply pulled his leg back and kicked Jacob's

head hard. The sound of the impact was sharp and solid.

Jacob's skull cracked, but it wasn't enough. Luke, unmoved, repeated the process. He lifted

his leg and struck again. Over and over. Each blow echoed louder than the last, and Jacob's

head, unable to heal fast enough, began to give way.

'Why did it all end like this?' Jacob thought. The mission was supposed to be easy by now. The

Poe family's housekeeper was already badly injured and exhausted after being hunted for days by several different groups.

Flesh tore, bones cracked. With each hit, Jacob's head broke apart like an overripe fruit.

Finally, after several strikes, the werewolf's head was completely shattered, scattering blood and fragments of bone across the ground like a smashed watermelon.

And so, Jacob died. His healing factor wasn't advanced enough to save him if his brain was

crushed and destroyed.

'I stained my shoe,' Luke thought with a slight grimace as he looked at his white sneaker, now

covered in blood.

Luke turned and began walking toward Wednesday. The distance between them had increased

due to their respective battles. As he moved, his eyes caught the signs of a fierce struggle: the ground was marked by deep, long slashes and small craters.

He saw Wednesday sitting on the ground, her back resting against the trunk of a tree. She seemed to be catching her breath, her face as impassive as ever.

Not far from her, a dark, dense, twisted spear, as if made of pure shadows, was impaled

vertically into the ground, completely piercing through a pale head. The dark spear had punctured the skull belonging to Shark, the vampire.

The vampire's black, curly hair fell messily around his face, contrasting with the paleness of

his skin. Shark's decapitated body lay nearby, sprawled on the ground.

The three-man team sent by the Kairia clan had been killed by Luke and Wednesday.

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