The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!-Chapter 217. Good, Said the Man With Blood in His Mouth (Still Worth To See It, Though)
Just when Rex is about to have the most satisfying thing in his life, about thirty seconds later, he finds out something that is even more disappointing.
The uncontrolled release got smaller, and Apollo came out of it not calmer, but more focused, like someone who is grieving when they start to see a way forward. "No... this is not the life’s way..."
He carried Zeraphyra and held her close, and he looked at Rex over her body with eyes that showed he had gone through many different emotions quickly and had finally found the one that felt most like himself.
"There’s no such thing as rage or grief... the Goddess of Life wanted me better for everything!" Apollo’s aura of fire and light started to calm down, and it honestly made Rex want to barf.
"Your weakness disgusts me...!" Rex said while spitting onto the ground.
"You’ll be responsible for everything," Apollo said.
His quiet tone was scarier than the raw version because it indicated that he had thought through his words instead of just feeling them.
"Because of you, Kaelira almost died." The words came out in a controlled order, with each one carefully chosen and placed. "She couldn’t move, eat, or do anything for two weeks..."
"She was in the specific pain of someone whose body had been broken by things that had nothing to do with her..."
"She never asked to be involved in whatever this is. She was there because she loved me, and you used that."
He carefully placed Zeraphyra down with both hands, similar to how someone sets aside an irreplaceable item when they need their hands free for something else, knowing they will return to it later.
"And Zeraphyra." He stood up straight. "Even though she was the most annoying person I’ve ever met, I would have done anything to have spent more years being annoyed by her."
Now that his system was running at the right level, the four-minute clock had really started.
Rex starts to lower both his arms. "Well now, at least you can stop yapping about all of this and start giving me the fight I crave the most!"
"I don’t know what Mordecai told you," Apollo said. "I don’t know what you think you’re going to do, but I want you to understand this..."
Apollo takes deep breaths while closing his eyes and then slowly opens them. "I’m..."
"...going to destroy you."
Rex smiled behind the mask of a skull.
"Fucking finally," he said, and the word sounded like someone who had been waiting for something to be said out loud for a long time. "Then let’s not waste any more time."
"I’ll give you a handicap to go for it first." Rex smirked. "So try your best to hurt me!"
Apollo moved.
The speed he brought to the second fight was not the same as the first. In the first, he had been responsible for the situation, buying time, and using the open ground wisely.
In this version, he wasn’t in charge of anything. He was applying everything he had to the problem of Rex, and the difference between those two modes was substantial.
Rex called up the fire in his left hand and the lightning in his right hand and went to face him head-to-head.
BAAMMMM!!!
The fight that ensued resembled a true battle between two individuals pushing themselves to their limits. This indicated that neither fighter was acting for the sake of anyone else, nor were they trying to conserve their strength.
Instead, they poured every ounce of energy into the moment, resulting in a form of combat that was neither clean nor elegant, but undeniably authentic.
Apollo started with a combination that Rex’s Foresight read two seconds ahead, which was a fire burst at chest level that was meant to make Rex step back, followed by a physical strike aimed at the spot Rex would be in after the step back, and finally an activation pulse at close range that would hit no matter where Rex moved because it was aimed at the space they were both in.
Instead of going to dodge back, Rex dodged to the left.
The fire burst went wide, and Rex let out a blast of lightning bolts at Apollo’s leading shoulder. The impact connected, but Apollo kept going because he had planned for Rex to try to stop the combination and had built the adjustment into the third element before Rex’s lightning even hit.
’Shit...!’
The activation pulse caught Rex at half radius.
Rex didn’t expect the feeling of Apollo’s life-affinity system at half radius to be like that. It wasn’t harmful in the usual way, but it was a reversal of entropy applied to living tissue.
In practice, this meant that every small injury Rex had gotten in the last twenty minutes, none of which had been serious on its own, tried to heal faster in a way that was completely incompatible with the Infinite Regeneration that was already going on in his system.
For about three seconds, the two healing processes fought each other, and the result was a pain that couldn’t be described in any useful way because it wasn’t just one familiar feeling, but it was two biological imperatives that didn’t work together in the same tissue.
Rex knelt down on one knee, and then he slowly laughed.
"Hahaha...! What extraordinary powers you possess!"
He was back up in four seconds, and the Infinite Regeneration had settled the fight by the time he was standing again. However, the three seconds he spent on one knee had given Apollo the information he needed about what that range did.
Apollo pushed it with a scream. "HRAAAGHHHHH!"
The sequence that followed lasted about eight minutes and covered about sixty meters of plaza ground and part of the street next to it. During that time, Apollo hit Rex with seventeen separate significant impacts.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Rex was counting the impacts not because the number itself was important, but because keeping track helped him understand how quickly the situation was deteriorating, which allowed him to study Apollo more effectively.
The first three were fire-based attacks, which were directed bursts at close range that Rex partially absorbed and partially deflected, leaving behind the heat that the deflection couldn’t get rid of.
The deflections were working, but they came at a cost because Apollo’s fire output wasn’t the kind that made flame and light in about equal amounts.
This type emphasized heat first, and the distinction between the two kinds of fire was significant up close.
The fourth effect was physical, and it was here that Rex discovered something that completely altered his perception of the engagement.
Apollo was making adjustments as he adapted to the fight.
He wasn’t changing in the typical way, such as reading Rex’s movements and altering his strategy like seasoned fighters do. This was something more specific.
Apollo was refining his timing and positioning based on information that Rex received just before it became visible.
Meanwhile, Rex was focused on the Foresight.
Rex recognized this change during the fourth impact, when Apollo’s strike came at an angle that his two-second advance had indicated as clear. He managed to deflect the strike, but only partially, which rendered his left arm ineffective for approximately six seconds while the Infinite Regeneration repaired the structural damage.
For the fifth and sixth impacts, he was certain.
But to his surprise, Apollo was deliberately increasing the difficulty. This was not random complexity or the natural unpredictability of a skilled fighter; it was specific, generated complexity.
There were more simultaneous variables per second than Rex’s Foresight could manage within the two-second window. Fire came from the left, physical attacks from the right, and activation pulses from below—all timed to avoid simultaneous arrival but designed to create overlapping Foresight processing demands.
Rex thought. ’Oh yeah... difficulties... just what I wanted.’
This forced Rex to prioritize certain threats, aware that the ones he deprioritized would inevitably connect. He recognized, with genuine appreciation, that he was evolving as a fighter.
The seventh through twelfth impacts cost the most. Apollo drove Rex across thirty meters of ground, and the Infinite Regeneration handled each impact correctly, as it was designed to do. However, the pain failed to eliminate the buildup in a manageable manner.
The thirteenth impact struck Rex in the gut, propelling him into the shattered stone facade of a building at the northern edge of the plaza.
"GAGGGHHHH!!!" For the first time, Rex managed to spit blood from his mouth.
BAMMMM!
He broke through the outer layer of the facade, which was about thirty centimeters of decorative stone, but the building’s structural interior halted his progress.
He found himself in a hole in the wall of a public building that resembled a man, and the dust from the impact was still settling when Apollo arrived at the opening, his system operating at full speed.
Rex looked at him through the hole in the wall.
"Good." Rex’s voice stayed steady despite everything.
"That’s what I wanted to see."
