Chapter 104: Heavy Fist and Soft Fist
> "Go to hell, you fat bastard—Seba Style: Heavy Fist—First Form!"
Seba's fist smashed into Machvise, but instead of causing visible harm, his body absorbed the blow like a giant bag of air. Machvise was sent flying but quickly bounced back, more annoyed than hurt.
> "Oww! Oww! Ugh~ It stings!" Machvise cried out, not from Seba's attack directly, but from the rebound strain of altering his own body weight so suddenly.
Seba narrowed his eyes.
> "So he changes his weight to absorb the momentum and nullify the impact… Not bad."
> "Barry Style: Soft Fist—Level 1!"
From behind, Barry, who had just recovered after being crushed earlier, struck Machvise square in the back.
Sensing the attack, Machvise quickly dropped his weight to near zero—hoping to minimize the damage.
But it backfired.
With reduced mass, his body had less resistance, and Barry's strike dented his back, sending him staggering forward, coughing blood.
> "Wh-what?! I made myself lighter!" Machvise wheezed. "So why—why did that hurt more?!"
> "Because you fell right into the trap," Barry smirked.
"My Soft Fist Style is designed exactly to counter guys like you."
The fighting styles of the twin brothers—Seba's heavy strikes and Barry's soft-impact counters—perfectly complemented one another. As twins, their teamwork was seamless, and their synergy in combat doubled their effectiveness.
> "Trying to neutralize my attack by changing your weight? That just helps me."
> "Tch. Control my ability? Don't get cocky!" Machvise growled.
"Let's see you try that again!"
> Boom!
Barry closed the distance in an instant with a follow-up strike.
> "Tons-Tons Guard: Hundred-Ton Body Slam!"
Anticipating the attack, Machvise ramped up his body weight to 100 tons. The sheer pressure sank his feet into the ground, reinforcing his stance like bedrock.
But Barry was prepared.
> "I knew you'd try that!"
Twisting his arm, Barry redirected his energy at the last moment, converting his momentum.
> "Soft Fist—Level 2!"
His strike split into countless tiny pulses, channeling through Machvise's dense mass and spreading through his organs, muscles, and bones like ripples in water.
> Pfft!
Blood mist sprayed from every pore in Machvise's body. He crumpled to one knee.
> "See? I told you… My style's tailor-made to deal with freaks like you."
Barry's Level 1 Soft Fist punished light bodies. Level 2 focused on internal shock—brutal against high-density targets like Machvise.
> "Ugh… Everything hurts...!" Machvise groaned as he stood back up, trembling and bloodied.
Barry raised a brow.
> "You're still standing after all that? Not bad."
> "Don't underestimate a Donquixote Family executive," Seba said, joining Barry. "They don't go down easy."
Machvise wasn't listening. He wobbled into the air again, floating high above them, blood trailing from his mouth.
> "So what if you counter my weight tricks… Try stopping this!"
> "Ton-Ton Final Technique: Ten-Thousand-Ton Hell Drop!"
Like a meteor, Machvise's body ballooned to 10,000 tons and plummeted. Even before he hit, the wind pressure nearly pinned Seba and Barry in place.
But the brothers didn't flinch.
They stepped forward, extended their right arms, and interlocked hands, their bodies spinning like a whirlwind.
> "Twin Style: Fused Fist Formation!"
Their intertwined momentum caused their positions to switch rapidly, distributing the strain equally.
---