My Milf System-Chapter 346. Slow Poke

Every spectator—every citizen trapped inside the arena—had fled and gathered on the upper floors of the stands. The lower sections weren’t safe anymore. The amount of destruction, rising debris, and raw power being exchanged down there was enough to kill any of them if a stray attack came their way.

In the arena, Rex and Genzai’s beast exchanged claws. Whenever their hands collided in midair, the ground literally shook.

Meanwhile, Asher was fighting a beast of his own.

Genzai had fully entered battle mode, now using small, almost invisible red lasers that could pierce through anything. Asher had already witnessed that when the announcer was killed earlier.

And now that kind of power was being directed at him—with Genzai giving no thought to what might happen to the people behind him.

A small outlet popped out from the upper wrist of the suit on Genzai’s right hand. He pointed it at Asher.

The laser attack began.

Working on instinct and sharp senses, Asher dodged the attack mere milliseconds before it struck him. The laser passed right beside him, hitting two or three unfortunate people in the stands and cutting straight through multiple rows of seating.

Asher frowned.

"What are you doing? You’re killing innocent civilians!" he growled as the sound of panicked spectators almost drowned out his voice.

"Well, if you hadn’t dodged," Genzai replied calmly, pointing his wrist at Asher again, "maybe those people wouldn’t have died, and we could wrap up this fight so I can move on to its final stage."

"Final stage my foot!"

Another laser shot out.

This time, Asher hurriedly raised a wind shield in front of him. But to his shock, the laser began burrowing through the shield at an incredible speed. Before he could even react, it pierced through, slicing across his shoulder—and continuing behind him to cut down two or three more people in the stands.

Asher fell to the ground as the sharp sting of pain finally set in.

But his opponent was relentless.

Another laser fired straight toward his head.

He was fortunate enough to dodge it, but his arm wasn’t so lucky. The laser pierced through it. Then Genzai lifted the beam upward, slicing through Asher’s hand like a butcher cutting meat.

The severed hand fluttered wetly to the floor as blood gushed out, painting the arena crimson.

Asher didn’t scream, even though the pain was excruciating.

He gritted his teeth, tears forming in his eyes as he activated his Invisibility skill, followed by Prime State Recovery.

Without giving Genzai time to attack again, he flew into the sky.

There was something he had noticed about Moriel.

Back when Moriel possessed Mr. Martinsville—the Duke of Eldoria—he could freely use his powers. When they fought in the Kingdom of Zephandria, when that useless prince abducted Asher’s mother, Moriel had used a strange ability that felt like an invisible hand. It could locate Asher from anywhere even when he was invisible and choke him.

But he hadn’t used that power yet.

Which only meant one thing.

"You’re powerless, aren’t you, Moriel?" Asher asked from the sky.

Genzai immediately pointed his wrist upward and fired toward the voice.

Of course, Asher had already moved before the laser could reach him.

"I see how it is," Asher continued. "You don’t have power of your own. You possess people and use theirs. Now you can’t use the abilities of your previous hosts because you’ve possessed Genzai—a man of science who never bothered improving his natural skills and only relied on that robotic body of his!"

Genzai’s suit formed another laser outlet on his other wrist. Both hands pointed to the sky as he fired wildly toward Asher’s voice.

Asher whistled through the air as he dodged at blinding speed.

"Don’t talk like you’ve already got me figured out, brat!" Genzai rasped.

"You’re right," Asher said calmly. "I don’t know a thing about you."

He dropped his invisibility, revealing himself in the air.

Genzai scoffed. "Guess this brat isn’t as smart as I thought."

He fired.

Asher shot through the sky at full speed, with Genzai’s lasers chasing after him. He couldn’t fly too far or too high because of the barrier surrounding the arena, so he was forced to circle the airspace.

But he wasn’t faster than lasers fired by a man standing still and simply turning to track his prey.

The beams caught his legs.

They sliced through the soles of his feet and up toward his knees before he crashed to the ground.

The moment he landed, he activated invisibility again and began regenerating before rising back into the air.

Genzai looked impressed.

"You know... it’s that power of yours that I’m after," he said. "Once I possess you, I’ll finally have a chance against Velsvog’s descendant."

"You mean Tama?" Asher replied.

A laser instantly shot toward his voice.

"Yeah," Genzai growled. "That brat has absolute power that doesn’t deserve to fall into the hands of a mere demihuman! She possesses both his power... and my power!"

Asher could tell that thought enraged him.

"What do you mean... your power?"

Another barrage of lasers followed, all of which Asher narrowly dodged.

"That bastard Velsvog killed me a thousand years ago," Genzai snarled. "And when he did, he devoured my shadow along with my powers and some of my memories. All of that lies inside Tama. She’s far too dangerous especially when she doesn’t even realize how much power she carries. Which is why I devised a plan."

Asher was intrigued.

"What plan?"

Genzai growled in frustration.

"Stop chatting! I’m trying to kill you here!"

He fired wildly into the sky—and this time he got lucky. A laser clipped Asher’s fingers. They fell to the ground with a spray of blood.

Now Genzai could see the blood trail.

He began firing at that location relentlessly.

Asher dodged again, circling through the air before regenerating and vanishing once more.

Back into the sky.

Genzai was getting frustrated.

"Playing hide-and-seek won’t save you, brat!"

"I’m sorry," Asher replied casually, "but I’m more interested in hearing your master plan than killing you right now."

Genzai growled as his helmet opened, revealing his furrowed brows and seething expression.

"Are you insinuating you can kill me?"

"I can," Asher said softly. "When I’m serious."

That felt like a direct insult.

"Are you mocking me?" Genzai snapped. "You’re telling me you’ve been holding back this whole time?"

Asher didn’t answer.

He simply shrugged.

That infuriated Genzai even more. He tried to fire again—but his lasers flickered and shut down.

He grunted and shot toward the stands at incredible speed, grabbing two terrified spectators by their heads.

"I need an energy refill."

He drained them instantly, leaving their lifeless bodies behind.

Asher clenched his fists but forced himself to stay calm. If he wanted to save everyone here while dealing with this walking disaster, he had to keep his composure.

Recharged, Genzai floated back toward the arena floor. His suit could only hover a few inches off the ground—not more than a meter high.

Above him, Asher hovered invisibly.

"You’re an annoying little brat!" Genzai shouted. "I dragged Tama out of the kingdom by attacking her homeland, hoping you’d be easy to deal with—but you’re a pesky little insect, aren’t you?"

Asher frowned.

"You attacked Felmora? The land with beautiful catgirls?"

"You see what I mean?" Genzai snapped. "All you think about is women! I can’t be defeated by someone like you!"

He growled in frustration.

"It wasn’t supposed to go like this! It was supposed to be a swift victory. I would defeat you, possess your body, and then teleport to Felmora. Tama would already be exhausted from battle. Then I’d either possess her... or turn her into the perfect chimera!"

Moriel knew exactly how Tama’s powers worked.

He knew she could grow stronger through battle. He knew the skills she would unlock—the same abilities Velsvog once possessed and those he stole from him.

That was why he sent his minions to attack Felmora.

Destroy it.

Show no mercy.

Force Tama to fight, grow stronger, and unlock more of her abilities.

He knew she might attempt to revive the fallen using a ridiculous overpowered resurrection skill she could gain after a few kills. But reviving people consumed an enormous amount of mana and could leave her bedridden for days.

That was when he would arrive.

In the skin of her comrade, Asher Reynolds.

She would never suspect the truth.

And he would strike when she was weakest.

But now things weren’t going according to plan.

This Asher boy was becoming a nuisance.

Genzai looked up and fired blindly into the air, determined to hit him.

But then he noticed something.

The spectators were disappearing.

What was going on?

He looked around the stands.

Asher chuckled from above.

"Looks like you finally figured it out, slow poke. All this time you thought I was just running and dodging your attacks—getting sliced up and enduring all that pain? I was actually making you weaken your own barrier with those lasers."

He smiled.

"I told a friend in the stands to quietly break a hole through your weakened barrier and let everyone escape."

Genzai’s eyes widened in horror as he watched the last spectators flee.

"Y-you had a friend in the stands?" his voice cracked. "But... how? I didn’t see you talking—"

"I have a telepathy ability to communicate with any woman I’ve conquered and tamed," Asher said with a wicked grin. "Lucky me—I just happened to tame a fierce warrior last night."

He lowered himself slightly in the air.

"Now it’s just you and me... and our beasts in the arena."

His smile widened.

"Let’s see who wins. I can finally go all out."

Genzai scoffed.

"Don’t get too full of yourself, kid. I’ve still got plenty of energy left to bring you down!"

Tbc