The young woman’s eyes widened in shock as Vogue erged from the burning wreckage. His clothes had been burned and torn, but his body showed no signs of injury.
"Your talent is impressive too," she admitted seriously, her playful deanor vanished that second as she turned wary.
Soone who could survive that kind of attack an remained in affected was an extrely terrifying person.
Before she could respond, Vogue grinned and spread his arms wide to both sides. "Before you die, I’ll give you one choice. Beco my subordinate willingly, or die right here. Your talent is too valuable to simply kill you outright. You could be useful."
She didn’t even respond to Vogue and imdiately gritted her teeth as she went all out.
Her hand began glowed with a tallic sheen as energy gathered around them. In front of her, pieces of tal began materializing from thin air, assembling themselves in mid-air with multiple clicks like a three-dinsional puzzle.
An artillery shell started forming, component by component. The casing appeared first, then the propellant chamber, then the explosive warhead. Within three seconds, it had fully assembled and dropped to the ground right in front of her with a heavy thud.
She didn’t hesitate and imdiately locked onto Vogue’s position. Her eyes glowed with targeting data, calculating trajectory and windage automatically.
Vogue’s face changed as he saw what she was preparing. He imdiately charged right at her with maximum speed, closing the distance between them.
His speed broke through the sound barrier with a thunderous crack, creating a visible shockwave that exploded outward.
Every step activating Big Dipper step, reducing air resistance to zero and making him even faster. His body beca a crimson blur, leaving afterimages behind him.
But the woman’s reaction speed was insane. She had calculated where he would be, not where he was. Without even looking directly at him, she adjusted the artillery shell’s angle and fired.
"Whoosh!"
The massive projectile rocketed toward Vogue with devastating velocity, a trail of fire following it through the air.
"KA-BOOOOOOOOOOM!"
The artillery shell hit Vogue dead center in his chest, and for a split second, nothing happened. Then the entire block exploded in a massive fireball that rose fifty ters into the air. The shockwave shattered every window within a three-block radius, set off every car alarm, and knocked down anyone who was standing nearby.
The explosion was so massive it could be seen from miles away, as a pillar of fire and smoke rose into the night sky in a mushroom cloud.
Sweat dripped down the young woman’s body as her face turned pale with exhaustion. She collapsed to one knee, breathing hard. The artillery shell was her absolute limit, the most powerful weapon she could currently create. Anything stronger than that would require her to beco significantly more powerful first, to evolve beyond her current level.
She couldn’t hold the artillery anymore and imdiately, the tal shell disassembled and flowed back into her body through her skin. She had pushed herself to the edge of complete energy depletion.
Just as she stood up on shaky legs, she suddenly heard a slow, rhythmic noise echoing through the smoke-filled street.
"Pa! Pa! Pa!"
A slow clap interrupted the silence. When she turned to look where the sound was coming from, she saw him standing on top of a Domino’s Pizza building to the left at the corner of 6th Avenue and West 34th Street.
Vogue could be seen slowly clapping his hands from the rooftop, the sound echoing through the destroyed street. His clothes were completely gone, burned away by the artillery shell, leaving him standing there in nothing but his torn boxers. Smoke rose from his body where the flas had scorched his skin, but the flesh itself was already completely healed.
"That was truly impressive," Vogue said with genuine admiration, giving her a thumbs up.
"Tell , with that ability of yours can you create a vehicle of any kind? Or maybe even generate jet engines attached to your legs for flight? Or even create an Artefact in a place like this where there isn’t one?"
He was really interested in her powers as he gazed at her expectantly.
"Y-you! How did you survive?" The woman stamred as she backed up in fear, her confidence completely shattered. She had hit him with everything she had, literally her strongest attack, and he was standing there having a conversation like nothing happened.
Imdiately, she leapt five ters straight upward, and jet propulsion engines began forming around both of her legs. They assembled in seconds, and ford underneath her feet.
"Whoosh!"
The engines erupted with bright blue flas beneath her feet, and she instantly vanished into the horizon with a single thrust. The acceleration was incredible, going from zero to over two hundred kiloters per hour in less than a second. She beca a shooting star disappearing into the night sky.
Vogue chuckled as he watched her flee, impressed by her survival instincts. "But where can you flee to when I control ti itself."
"Ti Warp: Reversal."
Instantly, a massive cosmic clock appeared in the air above the street, its face easily thirty ters in diater and glowing with ethereal golden light. Vogue grabbed the second hand of the clock and shifted it back five second.
Ti itself began flowing backward.
The fleeing woman who had been moving away on the horizon suddenly reversed her trajectory, flying backward through the air like a movie playing in reverse. The jet propulsion engines underneath her legs dismantled themselves back into liquid tal, the components separating and vanishing.
The liquid tal rged back into her body through her skin. The step she had taken backward to launch herself reversed into a forward step.
Vogue activated Ti Step simultaneously while Ti Warp was still active.
He flashed across the distance, appearing right beside her while ti was still flowing backward. The combination of the two techniques made him move at a speed he didn’t even know was possible.
"Hm, these two techniques used together are insane," Vogue was impressed at the discovery.
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