My Tribrid System: More than a Monster-Chapter 145: Can do this all day

Chapter 143

"What are you both doing here?!" Ray shouted, his voice a mix of bewilderment and alarm as he looked at the two unexpected arrivals.

Leaping backward while smoothly loosening the grip on his fist, Felix smirked, his eyes dancing with a wild, competitive energy.

Beside him, Kai sauntered into the room with an air of complete nonchalance, looking as if the high-stakes situation didn’t even marginally faze him.

For the first time since they had met, his bandana actually held his hair back perfectly without a single stray strand falling over his brow.

He kept one hand tucked casually into his pocket while the other twirled a bright red apple.

Taking a crisp bite, he began chewing slowly before finally deigning to reply to Ray.

"What? You really thought I would let you handle this mess all alone? Even though Van is your best friend and you two have a history that predates me, that doesn’t change the fact that we are still friends now."

He paused for a few seconds, swallowing the fruit before continuing his train of thought.

"... And roomies, too. If something disastrous happens to you both, I won’t be able to live with myself... being by myself. I don’t want to go through the immense hassle of getting new roommates. It’s incredibly stressful, and I happen to hate stress."

Felix just gave a careless shrug of his shoulders.

"I figured something entertaining was about to go down when you practically ran me over without even realizing it. Naturally, I followed. I ran into this other guy on the way over."

Walking down from the elevated platform, Kai passed by the guards and Bryce with a lazy stride.

He halted abruptly, tilting his head to the side as he scanned the man from head to toe with a critical gaze.

"Wait. Isn’t he... uhm... what was his name again?" he uttered, scratching his head in genuine confusion.

Then, with a sudden spark of recognition in his eyes, he took another bite of his apple before pointing.

"Yeah! Isn’t he Broice?"

...

A heavy, awkward silence descended upon the room as everyone stared at Kai in sheer disbelief.

There was a collective shock at the fact that he could fumble such a simple, well-known name.

Van, despite his injuries, lightly dragged his palm across his face in a weary facepalm.

"It’s Bryce, dumbass."

Crunch!

"Yeah. That one. Is he the person causing all this trouble?" Kai asked mid-chew, completely ignoring the tension.

Seeing these teenagers casually discussing him as if he were a minor inconvenience—and butchering his name in his own presence—Bryce fumed with a white-hot rage.

The entire situation was humiliating beyond words.

He was being transformed into a punchline, and he could feel his blood pressure skyrocketing.

Observing that their leader was already shaking with fury, the guards knew exactly what was required of them.

This time, they didn’t wait for a verbal command.

They fanned out instantly to dismantle these young troublemakers.

Van had already managed to neutralize two of the original twelve guards.

This left Bryce with a formidable ten.

Three remained anchored around him—the dedicated shield metas, prepared to intercept any projectile or strike aimed at their employer.

That left seven active combatants.

Three lunged toward Ray, sensing the primal threat he posed.

Two darted toward Felix with thunderous, ground-shaking speed.

The final two bolted toward Kai, who remained standing calmly, still focused on his snack.

In an instant, the laboratory descended into unprecedented, violent chaos.

Bryce watched with a predatory grin, absolutely certain of the bloody result this confrontation would yield.

But the very next moment, the smile froze on his face.

His eyes widened in genuine shock as the air in the room seemed to shift.

’What the hell?!’

***

The first to reach their targets were the meta-humans surging toward Felix.

These guards possessed the gift of superspeed, allowing them to close the distance before the other skirmishes in the room had even begun.

They moved like blurred shadows, their intent lethal.

Immediately, they launched their assault.

Fists flew with blistering velocity, each strike backed by the absolute confidence that no boy could possibly track, let alone evade, their movements.

However, they were proven wrong in a heartbeat.

With uncanny agility, Felix’s hands shot forward, snatching their wrists mid-air and halting their momentum dead in its tracks.

A violent blast of displaced air erupted from the sudden cessation of motion, whistling through the laboratory.

The guards’ eyes widened, their composure fracturing at the shock of being stopped so decisively.

"Hm. Fast, but you still need a bit of work," Felix commented calmly.

Without warning, he whipped his leg toward their chins with lightning speed.

Like bats out of hell, the guards contorted their bodies in mid-air, twisting in opposite directions to let the werewolf’s foot whistle through empty space.

Capitalizing on their momentum, they spiraled behind Felix, reaching out to seize him and hurl him face-first into the reinforced floor.

To their astonishment, Felix simply planted a palm on the ground, absorbing the kinetic energy before flipping backward and landing as smoothly as a seasoned gymnast.

The grin on his face widened as the men redoubled their efforts, crossing the intervening meters in a fraction of a second.

From there, the encounter transformed into a dazzling blur of high-speed combat.

Punches flew with rapid-fire precision, yet Felix remained a pocket of calm within the storm, weaving through the strikes as if they were standing still.

Truly, this was child’s play compared to the velocity of the werewolves he had sparred with in his own world.

This was nothing.

Tilting his head casually to the side, he let a straight lead pass inches from his ear.

Before the second meta could coordinate a follow-up, Felix drove a knee into the first guard’s ribs.

The man was sent lurching uncontrollably backward, his breath hitching in immense pain from the sheer power of the blow.

In one fluid motion, Felix ducked low, allowing a desperate hook from the second guard to sail over his head by a wide margin.

With unprecedented quickness, the meta drove his knee toward the werewolf’s face, forcing Felix to cross his forearms in a snap-block to intercept the impact.

Before he could mount a counter-offensive, a descending axe-kick from the first guard—who had already recovered—forced Felix to spring to the side, evading the strike by the skin of his teeth.

The heel crashed into the floor, spiderwebbing the surface with hair-length cracks.

Before Felix could even stand upright, the second guard had already closed the gap, materializing in front of him with a sweeping kick aimed at his chin.

Felix merely smirked and swung his own hand to meet the rising shin.

Wam—!

The two forces collided, but it didn’t matter how much velocity the meta-human brought to the exchange; Felix was simply the stronger entity.

The force of the speed was redirected back into the attacker, sending his leg recoiling backward and away from the werewolf.

Lunging forward, Felix’s own fist rocketed toward the meta-human’s exposed face.

But before the blow could land, his instincts flared, making his skin crawl.

He leaped a meter away just as a synchronized double-kick lanced through the space he had occupied.

With a slight frown, Felix watched the two meta-humans reset, standing side-by-side with neutral, focused expressions.

They had expected an easy victory; with their superior speed, they were certain of overwhelming the youth.

Yet, all their tactical efforts seemed futile, as the boy was matching them stride-for-stride as if they were his peers.

It was an insult to their training, and they weren’t about to let the disrespect slide.

"What? Are you really going to let this slide?" Felix asked with a cocky, challenging smile as he shifted into a fresh combat stance.

"I haven’t even started taking this seriously yet."

Hearing his words—regardless of whether they were a bluff—the metas began to boil with indignation. How could a mere human even contemplate holding back against them?

Booom—!

They lunged forward from their marks, propelled by unrestrained fury.

"Atta boys~ I can do this all day."