NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 212: Welcome Aboard

The air around them began to crackle with electricity as Brennan raised his fists and grinned.

"I’ll end this with one swift strike, punk. Say adios to the world you thought you knew."

With a determined tensing of his torso, Brennan launched himself forward, muscles taut beneath his skin. John quickly responded by using his skill, Shockwave, to shoot himself upward in a controlled outburst of energy.

Watching Brennan vanish and then resurface in front of him, their eyes catching in a tense, alarming moment, had his heart racing. Brennan’s fist shot at John with such fury that a trail of flames was left in its wake. Even from a distance, the punch’s strong heat was radiating.

’How the fuck?’ John thought and barely avoided the fist, but he could tell, that if that hit him, his life would be over.

John’s eyes narrowed as he held out his hand, sending a powerful Shockwave towards Brennan to create distance between them. Brennan let out a mocking laugh and taunted, "What’s wrong, scared?"

"Hardly," John retorted, "it looks like you leave me no choice either."

As those words left his mouth, John smirked and his body began to glow white as he used No Skills, returning Brennan’s eyes to their former colour.

Brennan’s jaw dropped, and he stepped back, dumbfounded. "What the hell?"

"This is a battle of pure strength now. Shouldn’t a brute like you be happy?" John said, his words cutting deeper than any sword.

"Fucking hell, what are you?"

"Someone you shouldn’t mess with," John grinned and rushed forward.

With a crunch that would raise hairs on anyone’s skin, Brennan’s fist struck John’s, shattering bones and sending shockwaves through the room. However, neither man faltered; instead, they brutally traded punches and kicks, each meeting the other’s strike with equal vigour.

Every hit sent shockwaves through the air, forcing items on the shelves to fall off the walls and quiver. They were fighting so fiercely that the room took on the atmosphere of a battlefield as they struggled for supremacy.

Brennan felt his determination slipping the more they fought. More and more, he felt like he should escape while he still could. He was just a mercenary. He took this job because he wanted the offered reward, not to fight against some monster like John.

As the clash of fists echoed in the air, Brennan couldn’t remember how long they had been locked in this intense battle. His opponent, John, seemed to have grown stronger and faster since they started.

Every move he made was a blur, evading Brennan’s attacks with ease. Brennan’s confidence wavered as he struggled to keep up with John’s relentless onslaught. He was like a shadow, always there but hard to grasp.

’I can’t do this. I’m going to lose,’ he thought.

Suddenly, there was a huge boom that echoed through the air and lit up the entire area around them. John’s fist struck Brennan’s face with such force that it sounded like bones breaking.

In an instant, blood gushed from Brennan’s broken jaw, staining the floor and John’s palm scarlet. Bystanders couldn’t help but stare at the horrifying scene because of how vicious and violent the punch was.

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Brennan was knocked backwards by the punch’s intensity, and his body struck the sturdy stone wall. There was a loud thud in the room as he fell to the ground, the smooth surface taking on a distinct dent. He tried to stand up, but his weakening muscles would not comply, and his vision went blurry.

John strode towards Brennan’s motionless form and snatched him by the throat with a fierce grip.

"I’m not done yet," he growled, and his free hand started to glow red as he used his burning hand to roast the poor bastard alive.

"What... the..." Brennan whimpered, his voice muffled by the fire that burned his insides.

"Burn, you piece of shit," John sneered.

Brennan’s skin sizzled and burnt beneath the great heat, his eyes widening in panic as the flames burned so fiercely. The flames swayed and hissed, their tongues eagerly snatching up everything that stood in their way.

As the fire tore through Brennan’s body, leaving behind a twisted and scorched figure, the air was filled with the sickening smell of burning flesh. Witnesses would be haunted for years to come by this scene, which seemed out of this world.

The smell of burning flesh was so pungent that it caused John to wrinkle his nose and his eyes to water, but he stopped before killing him.

Spencer’s face was neutral as he watched the carnage and John ordered, "bring someone to heal him and bring him back to the base."

Brennan’s breathing was laboured and he had barely been able to stay conscious throughout the ordeal.

Spencer and the other members of his team went about their orders without comment, and soon, they had brought Brennan into a small medical bay, and their resident healer was tending to his wounds.

Brennan had suffered severe burns and internal injuries, and it would take time for him to recover.

"Can he speak?" John asked the healer.

"He can, but I suggest you not provoke him. He’ll need at least two weeks to fully recover, and even then, he might not be the same man he was before."

John nodded and walked over to Brennan.

"Why don’t we make a deal?"

"Huh?"

"We’re not the bad guys here and I can tell you have no loyalty in you, yet."

"I’m listening."

"You’ve seen what our base looks like, our resources and our strength. If you join our faction and prove yourself, you’ll have a better future than if you’d stayed with those scum bags. We can provide food, shelter, and clothing."

"What’s in it for you?"

"Simple. Your strength. We’re facing many dangers, not just those bastards from the base. So, what do you say?"

Brennan took a few seconds to think.

"It’s not like I have a choice," Brennan replied.

"Good, you’ve made a wise choice. Welcome aboard."