"Child, it seems your hatred isn't strong enough." The President of the Longevity Association stepped towards the man, that eerie smile still on his face.
The man remained silent, leaping powerfully into the air, slicing through the sky like green lightning, a saber cutting down towards the President's skull.
But this time, the saber did not strike the President's head; a bloody, mangled hand grabbed that curved blade.
"You're... still not strong enough..." the President said calmly, his hand suddenly exploding with red light.
The terrifying light blast sent the man's body flying back, crashing into the wall, collapsing it instantly.
The President's eyes were cold, staring at the man in the rubble, "The debt is repaid. Now, it's time for the father to teach the son."
As he spoke, the President's body suddenly swelled, bones and muscles ballooning like inflating balloons.
