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Five minutes later, the stubborn younger sister still couldn't escape her older sister's dominance. Yelena lay sprawled on the ground in a tank top and sweatpants, a dazed look on her face, nearly frothing at the mouth.
She had never expected things to turn out this way. Where was her grand plan of overthrowing Natasha's control and reclaiming her independence as the younger sister? How had it ended with her being completely overpowered and defeated?
"This can't be happening... this is impossible," Yelena muttered to herself from the ground.
When dealing with her rebellious sister, Natasha had shown no rcy. In just five minutes, she had defeated Yelena in a swift, almost humiliating way, then proceeded to show her just how far she still had to go. Yelena was left on the brink of despair from the one-sided match.
Watching from the sidelines, Alexei hesitated to speak. He wanted to comfort his daughter, but the idea of drawing Natasha's attention made him wary. Despite considering himself a great warrior, Alexei knew better. After seeing Natasha easily overpower Yelena, he doubted he could fare much better.
lina, however, didn't pay much attention to the sisters' playful rivalry. What interested her was how impossibly strong Natasha had beco. Even with the super gene serum, the gap between their skills was still vast. Curious, lina approached Natasha to clear up her doubts.
"The super gene serum gives you strength dozens of tis greater than a normal human," Natasha explained, recalling Leon's guidance, "but it doesn't an you're able to fully mobilize and control this powerful body imdiately."
"Yelena charged in, using brute force and launching continuous attacks to try to disrupt my rhythm. It was a smart idea, but her use of the body is still... a bit rough."
"And every move she made was completely predictable to ."
"Why?" Yelena asked, struggling to rise from the ground, confusion plain on her face.
As spies trained rigorously since childhood, Yelena and Natasha had been taught to use their bodies, strength, and technique precisely. For them, skills were essential, especially since they had to compensate for their lack of natural physical strength against male fighters. Even with her enhanced physical fitness, Yelena had managed to adapt to her new strength and apply what she had learned.
But for Natasha to describe her techniques as "rough" was deeply unsettling to her.
"It's very simple. Your skills are too outdated for your enhanced body," Natasha said softly. Noting the thoughtful expressions on the three of them, she continued, "This is a basic limitation in thinking. That's why Leon has been training us relentlessly for years, pushing our control of strength and body to the limit."
"In addition, he taught us several other abilities," she added with a hint of pride. "One of the most important: the Three Colors of Haki."
"The Three Colors of Haki?" Yelena asked, surprised.
"Yes, the Three Colors of Haki," Natasha explained, detailing each of the abilities to her listeners.
The descriptions of these haki abilities stunned Yelena, lina, and Alexei. They had never imagined that such powerful techniques existed in one person, let alone that one could develop all three. They understood instantly that mastering these three types of haki would take a person's strength to unimaginable heights. At advanced levels, they would allow soone to listen to the "breath" of all things, predict the future, and shatter the will of anyone weak in mind or spirit. In short, conventional tactics against such a person would be futile.
"Oh my god, that's why you seed to anticipate all my attacks," Yelena exclaid in disbelief. No wonder Natasha had been able to counter her so effortlessly. Every move, every attack—Natasha had seen it coming.
"These three abilities are simply too powerful," Alexei said, clicking his tongue as excitent burned in his eyes. He knew that mastering these techniques would transform his strength beyond recognition.
"That man is remarkable," lina added, her admiration evident. When she realized that Leon had created these abilities himself, her respect deepened.
Natasha smiled, a mysterious, almost hypnotic glint in her eyes. "Yes, he's full of surprises," she said with a soft smile. lina didn't comnt further, but she understood clearly that Leon was a mystery—a captivating enigma. And Natasha, without a doubt, had fallen under his spell.
But lina didn't worry. She believed that Leon's past and experience made him a person worthy of fascination.
"I want to learn the Three Colors of Haki, Natasha," Yelena said earnestly.
"Oh? After you learn it, are you going to try to get revenge on ?" Natasha asked, amused.
"Of course not! I'm not like that," Yelena protested, grinning.
"Who knows?" Natasha replied with a sly smile.
anwhile, in a secret, specially designed prison, a quiet scene unfolded. The prison was small but ticulously clean, without a single stain. Inside were several square confinent chambers, also spotless and brightly lit. The only view into the chambers was through specially reinforced transparent glass at the front; the rest was encased in sterile, white tal walls.
The walls of these confinent chambers were so thick that even defensive anti-materiel sniper rifles couldn't penetrate them.
In one of these chambers, a red-haired woman in an orange prison uniform sat at the edge of her bed, head lowered, elbows resting on her thighs, her hair obscuring her face. She seed to be humming a soft tune that no one else could understand.
In the nearby cells, other special criminals in orange uniforms were locked up. A few of the n seed overly eager, pressing up against the glass walls, shouting crude remarks in the direction of the woman's cell. Their behavior was as repulsive as animals in heat. But the woman remained unfazed, continuing to hum her tune, paying them no attention.
The tal door of the prison suddenly opened, and several figures entered. Their arrival caught the attention of the inmates, especially when they saw the man leading them: a bald, one-eyed man in a black trench coat and an eye patch. The rowdy prisoners imdiately fell silent.
"Look at this," said a man in a suit with yellow sunglasses, glancing around at the prisoners. "These seem to be the sa people who caused widespread panic over the past few months."
The bald man nodded. "They all have special abilities. This prison is equipped with particle-shock counterasures. If they attempt to use their powers, the shock system will kick in and... well, they'll wish they hadn't."
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