The Supre Man with his oversized belly and Malthus with his toned abs like a male model for Blacked category videos, clashed their fists.
The impact fucked the air as the fight between two overpowered beings began.
The Supre Man had thrown his trident away as he said never needed it. It was just for show.
Malthus also didn’t have his sword on his hand because his hands were enough.
They both exchanged fists after fists but no one was able to hit each other. Just like two dogs who bark with all their being at each other from far but when they co close, they give a pee excuse and leave the fight.
Their fists kept clashing against each other and no one backed down. They were equal in strength.
I was behind the Supre Man and was seeing his fight on the sky-screen.
The people were the sa as no matter whether they liked the Supre Man or not, they still wanted their planet to beco free from the red invader. I hope, at least.
"Alright, place your bets!"
"Yes. Mine is on Malthus. He made win a fortune. The hero king lost like a bitch."
"But I will bet on the Supre Man because he is a real God. No way a real God will lose."
"Nothing is real in this world. We are living in a story, a simulation."
"Shut up. You always say this type of shit, Matrix. Grow up, man."
"We are not even real people. We are just a crowd! Wake up, you all. Take the red pill."
"No way I am taking that pill. The pill you gave last ti made rock hard for the entire day. I ended up fucking all the won residing in my house."
"All the won? But you only have one wife as far as I know."
"Yes. But I live in a joint family."
"Oh. My bad. You must be thrown out of the house then?"
"Actually... The won liked it and now I do it daily."
"Cool, man. Wait—this is what I was talking about. We were talking about simulation and soone subtly changed the topic. All of this is not real, believe !"
"Fuck you. My bet is on Malthus!"
"Malthus!"
"Supre Man!"
"Malthus!"
"My bet is also on Malthus. The Supre Man may be a God but no way a person who brought a plastic weapon in a fight would win."
"Yes!"
"Malthus!"
"Malthus!"
"If the Supre Man loses, send his dead body to . This way, I won’t even have to wait for him to bend over to pick up the soap. I can do anything I want till the body doesn’t stink."
"Yay!"
"Malthus!"
...
I see.
So so of them are betting on Supre Man and most of them on Malthus. And there is one man called Matrix among the crowd who knows what’s up. Gotta silence him after this.
Anyway, Malthus is the favorite for the bets. They don’t care whether their planet is taken or not, they just want money.
But I think they are only cheering for Malthus because they don’t know how cruel he can be. The mont the red man takes over this world, they would soon wish for and Supre Man to help them.
Nevertheless, I want the Supre Man to win and I want him to win fast, because I don’t know how long I can stay conscious.
My body was still in pain, it was still suffering from the backlash and my spine was crying as well. It felt like a loin cloth which is too small but is trying its best to save the privacy of a sumo wrestler. Before I faint, I want to see the victory of the Supre Man.
"I will kill you, God!" Malthus roared and raised his leg.
Oh. No. That’s a roundhouse kick. The sa move he did against .
Dodge, Supre Man.
"I will kill you too, Malthus." The Supre Man said as he ducked just before the kick could land on his right cheek.
Then, while in the duck position, Supre Man straightened both his fists and launched himself at Malthus.
His both fists connected with Malthus’ chest as the red man flew back so hundred ters.
The Supre Man wasted no ti and dashed towards him.
Malthus, however, managed to settle down and when the Supre Man reached near him, Malthus landed a devastating punch on the Supre Man’s fluffy, mattress material stomach.
The Supre Man clutched his torso as his face contorted in pain.
Malthus smirked.
"Just one punch and you beca like this? So God you are."
He trolled the Supre Man but the Supre Man didn’t reply, instead...
His face went through various phases and in the end...
"Waughhh."
I saw a repeat telecast of a scene that had happened before.
The Supre Man vomited on Malthus.
Once Sexis had done it, then the three drunkards and now the God himself puked on Malthus. At this point, I think Malthus is the chosen one, the child of prophecy or a wash basin.
But since Supre Man was a God, his vomit was also godly.
Sparkles and glitters splashed on Malthus and... is that KFC?
After vomiting, the Supre Man burped.
Malthus gawked at the God, his eyes glaring at the Supre Man as if the God called his father handso and doubted that Malthus wasn’t his son because he is as ugly as a cucumber kept in a lesbian couple’s bedroom.
"How dare you PUKE ON !?" He roared.
The Supre Man’s brows shot up. "It was you who punched in my stomach. What were you expecting? I ca here just after dinner, you know."
"Did you eat a chicken leg piece for dinner?" I asked, curious.
"Yes. I needed strength."
"Was that KFC?"
"Yes. And don’t ask how I got KFC here. Save your surprise for sothing else."
"Bro, you got a trident from Temu. What makes you think I would be surprised by KFC? I was just asking you to get so for myself too. I haven’t had one for a while."
"But you said you were vegetarian."
"I am. That’s why I don’t want any onions on my chicken."
"... Okay. If I win, I will give you hundreds of those. Now stay quiet."
"Deal."
"Look at !"
Malthus’ roar resounded in the battlefield as the Supre Man ignored and focused on the red man.
He was still dripping with glitters and so liquid from head to toe, an onion ring dangled on his left horn and his nose flared like an angry bull who just saw his girlfriend licking grass instead of his balls.
The Supre Man took a stance. Got ready for the fight again.
Malthus jerked his head left and right and launched himself at the God.
The Supre Man could see Malthus even at his fast speed and he decided to jump back.
But Malthus was already in front of him.
Nevertheless, Supre Man could jump back anyti.
He bent his knees, and jumped backwards...
PUCK!
Or not.
The Supre Man couldn’t jump back.
The reason?
Malthus had placed his feet on the red shoes of Supre Man.
"Now I got you locked in one place. You can’t go away." He grinned as he raised his right hand.
He then made a fist and clenched it.
The Supre Man saw it and gulped.
"Is that for ?" He asked.
Malthus grinned. "Yes. All of it."
Then, no one blinked in the next second...
BAAMMM!!
Malthus landed that punch on the God’s face.
The punch made the Supre Man fly even when Malthus had his feet on the God’s shoes.
The Supre Man flew away without his shoes. That was the power of that punch.
But.. But.. But..
The shoes should have never co off from the Supre Man.
Because when that happened...
The Supre Man lost his dignity—Again.
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