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Naz pushed back his hair, when his brother had told him to follow him, he had actually thought he was merely bluffing.

He let out a series of chuckles at where he stood. It was the very place they trained for years, it was the place where he had always established his supremacy over his brother.New novel chapt𝒆rs are published on novel(b)in(.)com

"I do wonder if you do enjoy a good beating." Naz taunted.

Nix had a poker face, although he was listening to his brother's little taunts, he was more focused on the user interface in front of him.

[Name: Nix Lae]

[Level 1]

[Health: 92/100]

[Exp: 62/100]

[Energy: 100/100]

[Strength: 70/100]

[Agility: 92/100]

[Trait: Courage, Hope, Survival, Determination]

[Class: Wheedler]

[Gift: Fire]

[Points: 20 to be distributed. Once evenly distributed to all, only then can you level up]

[Do you wish to distribute your points to any of the stats?]

Looking over to Naz, he needed a brief time to think on a strategy. Fighting with Naz was more than a mere battle of strength, it also deals with the mind.

"Okay, listen up." He raised his hand to gain the attention of his rambling brother. "We are going to establish rules around here."

"What's the use of rules?" He sneered, "or are you a wimp as you always were?"

Cross popping veins appeared at the side of his forehead as he tried quelling his anger.

For one thing, he didn't know the true extent to his brother's gifts. Second if he does use rage in fighting, although a good offense as it would augment his gift. Nevertheless, it would take a big toll on his energy points, that he couldn't risk, if that was down, then he would be rendered useless like last time.

"We have rules, so I don't mistakenly kill you, my dear brother." He took a daunting step closer, leaning to whisper into his ear: "We wouldn't want to mourn a certain someone's death so early, now would we?"

Flinching, Naz pushed off Nix. A chill ran down his spine at the aura he had perceived earlier. This was something he hadn't felt even while being an ice passive gift user.

Nix laughed maniacally as he regained his balance, never removing his hands from his pockets–at least not yet. He was glad he could have some sort of effect on his brother.

"So believe me, it's a rule protecting you from me." He threatened.

Naz gulped, he had never felt such a demeaning aura, other than his mother. Aside from the loss of memory his brother faced, he couldn't understand how that could change a person's attitude.

"So let's get started on the rules. It's quite simple actually." He sat in a lotus position. Switching his gaze from Naz and the black interlocking foam tiles.

Naz stared for a while, not wanting to oblige.

"It is comfy to sit on while we talk." Nix shrugged. "But if you insist on being an icicle, it's also fine by me."

"Why, you–"

Nix couldn't care less about his opinion, people like him deserved all the respect they could gather.

"First rule," he raised his index finger. "We are not allowed to kill each other. I think that about sums up the whole meaning, right?" He laughed it off.

Naz narrowed his eyes, but nodded in agreement.

"Second rule," he popped up his middle finger, "there is no holding back until one or both of us is subdued. Got that?!"

"Fair enough." Naz folded his arms.

Remembering he had one more rule up his sleeve. "Whoever loses has to treat the winner with respect from now on and willingly concede defeat."

Naz hummed in response. He couldn't see anything changing in that respect anytime soon.

Drawing water around his fingers and freezing it. He sent them forward, shooting them Nix.

He had narrowly dodged the projectile as he turned to the side. He glared at Naz who gave an eye shut smile.

"Whoops! My hand slipped." He shrugged.

'That's how we are going to play it, huh?'

[Gift: Fire in effect]

[Gift: Jabs of fire in effect]

His punches produce miniature fireballs and missiles of blue flame.

Naz created two rotating rings of water, levitating and around his body. Which he used to block his attacks.

"Is that the best you can do?" Naz chuckled. He couldn't believe he had doubted his ability a few minutes ago.

Nix didn't need to answer, a smirk played it's way to his lips as he studied his brother's movement. He mostly relied on the defensive when attacked.

That would be his undoing.

Stand with his feet approximately shoulder width apart. He performed a swift and swirling kick and punches, generating diverse shots of fire.

Naz had a hard time assessing where the flames were going to hit first. Instead, he had prepared for blocking another wave of fire directed at him.

[Agility activated. Your movements have been increased by 46%]

Creating the diversion he needed, he dashed out of Naz's line of sight. Everything was going just as planned.

Naz had wanted to block his attacks once more, but the fire blasts were redirected at his back using fluid motion.

This had caused a great impact on him as he was sent flying. Tumbling and rolling out of control until he hit the wall. Series of tiny cracks made, carved out the shape of his body before he fell to the ground.

[30 points gained]

Naz breathing was ragged, enduring the great pain, he shifted his nose back in place.

Crack!

Biting down on his bottom lip to stifle a groan. His body shuddered to the pain.

His vision was starting to blur, blood dripped from his head onto his face. There was something not right about not hearing a sound. Looking up, he was met with the menacing glowing eyes of Nix.

"I haven't shown you what I got!" He snickered.

[Gift: Fire deactivated]

[Strength activated. Your blows have been increased by 35%]

Grabbing a hold of his hair, he smashed it back on the wall, pulling him off.

[20 points gained]

"Careful, we wouldn't want to break rule number one." He taunted.

Grabbing him by the collar, he balled his hand into a fist, punching him in the face. He couldn't care less what happens to his brother's face.

[10 points gained]

He had gotten to know from Aimi that their mother had a passive healing gift and super strength. He was determined to leave him in a bloody mess.

"Mother is going to take good care of you." He sneered, punching him once more.

[10 points gained]

[Energy level: 60 points. 30 points before deactivation]

Naz was beginning to lose his consciousness, what's more, his body felt numb.

Nix ignored the interface, he was hell bent on using his brother as a punching bag and a subtle way to gain points.

[Gift: Fire in effect]

Augmenting his punches, he covered his knuckles with his fire. If a mere punch could bring him such points, then it being augmented was surely what he needed to get more.

Raising his hand, he had wanted to deal the final blow, but felt a grip on his wrist.

In blind rage, he gritted his teeth, looking behind him to see who had interfered in their sparring session.