Chapter 8: My fate is mine to decide, not heaven's!
Hawk didn't know how other Saint Seiyas trained.
After all, the Saint Seiyas in his memory were from anime.
This was reality.
As everyone knows.
Stories need logic, reality doesn't.
So...
Hawk, who had continuously thrown ten thousand punches every day for a thousand days, could be said to have already mastered this simple boxing technique.
How does that saying go?
If someone can persist in drawing and sheathing their sword a hundred thousand times, they can master the Heaven-Slaying Sword Art.
The number of times he persisted in retracting and throwing his punches was more than a hundred thousand, and after he completed the Little Universe awakening mission, his boxing technique finally underwent a qualitative change.
Sonic Punch!
A boxing technique that can increase one's punch speed to the speed of sound, and may even break the speed of sound after burning one's Little Universe.
What is Sonic Punch?
It means that when my fist hits you, you will first feel the pain, and only then will you hear the sound of my punch.
That is Sonic Punch.
Boom!
Accompanying the exploding aircraft above the street, the Chitauri Captain, who narrowly jumped off the aircraft to escape, heard the explosive sound of a punch beside his ear.
He pulled out a weapon from behind him, which also glowed with a faint green light, but it wasn't a gun; it was a weapon shaped like a spear.
He looked at Hawk, who stood before him shirtless, possessing a robust physique like a sculpture.
No choice.
Under the Chitauri's carpet bombing, Hawk was unharmed, but the T-shirt he had worn for several years was completely destroyed by the flying debris.
But it didn't matter.
Having shed his torn T-shirt, Hawk, now only wearing a pair of gray casual pants and old sports shoes, felt a surge of renewed strength.
And this wasn't an illusion.
As everyone knows.
Exploding clothes increases combat power!
“Human!”
The Chitauri Captain held the spear glowing with a faint green light, his large green bean-like eyes, covered by a faceplate, stared intently at Hawk.
Hawk's image also appeared on the display screen of the Chitauri alien mothership behind the wormhole.
Hawk looked at the Chitauri Captain holding the faint green glowing spear and tilted his head with a smile.
The next second.
He extended his right hand towards the Chitauri Captain, palm open, fingers closed, and beckoned to him.
No nonsense.
“Come!”
“Die!”
The Chitauri Captain looked at Hawk's nonchalant expression and almost insulting gesture, his face expressionless.
With a bang, his foot instantly shattered the ground, and then his whole body moved like a shadow, rapidly approaching Hawk, while the tip of the spear in his hand bloomed with a faint green light, releasing one energy beam after another.
Hawk also exerted force with his feet, and as the ground instantly cracked and sank, his entire body transformed into a golden light that tore through the vision, sweeping towards the Chitauri Captain.
In memory, once a Bronze Saint awakened their Little Universe, gained the recognition of their affiliated constellation, and donned their affiliated constellation's saint cloth, their bodies would become incredibly formidable.
Their physical defense would be astonishingly strong, and the speed of their punches and movements would reach the speed of sound.
Even their lifespan would far exceed that of ordinary people.
Although Hawk had only awakened his Little Universe and had not yet lit up his affiliated constellation, nor did he even have a shadow of a saint cloth, this did not prevent Hawk from being, in a sense, no longer an ordinary person.
So...
“Pfft!”
The Chitauri Captain, who was rapidly approaching Hawk, attempting to interfere and stop him with long-range attacks, and then trying to kill him upon closer proximity, suddenly changed his expression, and then, he spat out a mouthful of similarly faint green blood.
The force of the gushing faint green blood was so great that it directly dislodged the metal mask from the Chitauri Captain's face, revealing the grotesque face beneath the mask, which looked more like an insect than a human face.
The next moment.
The sound of the punch arrived, exploding in the Chitauri Captain's ear.
“Boom!”
The Chitauri Captain, dazed, lowered his head and looked at the arm that had pierced through his sturdy armor and was now embedded in his chest.
The Chitauri Captain let out an incomprehensible or meaningless roar, attempting to raise his increasingly heavy head to take one last look at the human who had killed him with a single move.
But...
He had run out of time. Just as he had lifted his head halfway, with the withdrawal of the arm from his chest, boundless darkness instantly enveloped him.
Boom!
Deprived of Hawk's arm for support, the Chitauri Captain, enveloped by boundless darkness, toppled to the ground like a dead bug.
As the Chitauri Captain fell to the ground, Hawk hooked his right hand, taking the energy spear weapon from the Chitauri Captain's hand.
A faint green, liquid-like substance filled the interior of the energy spear, and as the energy flowed, the spear also emitted a faint green light.
Hawk weighed the energy spear in his hand.
He suddenly thought of this question.
By the way, if he sold this energy spear, and the few weapons he had just dropped from killing the Chitauri soldiers, on the black market, how much money could he get?
Alien weapons...
They should be very valuable, right?
Hawk thought, and subconsciously turned his head to look at a corner of the apartment ruins.
When he was arranging the bodies, he had also thrown the four dropped energy guns into a large pit.
Just then.
The corner of Hawk's eye caught the sudden brilliant blue light blooming above Manhattan.
He snapped back to reality.
He looked towards the sky above Manhattan.
In his sight.
The faint blue pillar of light that seemed to have always existed between heaven and Earth had disappeared, and at the same time, the tear in the Earth's sky was also closing at a visible speed.
“That’s it?”
“It’s over?”
“The Chitauri invasion of Earth, the dungeon, is finished?”
“How does it feel...”
Hawk blinked.
He wanted to say, if he had known the Chitauri invasion of Earth was so weak, would he have been so worried and scared?
But...
Hawk's gaze retracted, looking at the street, which had been completely ravaged, like a post-war ruin, where even some dismembered limbs could be seen.
He swallowed the words he was about to say.
It wasn't that the Chitauri soldiers were too weak.
It was that he had grown stronger.
“If I hadn’t awakened my Little Universe at just this moment, then perhaps a part of me would be among those dismembered limbs.”
Hawk's gaze fell on the visible dismembered limbs, and he thought to himself, strengthening his resolve.
He wanted to become stronger.
To continue becoming stronger.
For no other reason than to be qualified to say those words.
My fate is mine to decide.
Not heaven's!
But Hawk still had an urgent matter to attend to right now.
That was...
To find a place to properly store the five alien weapons he had painstakingly acquired from defeating monsters, and then figure out a way to sell them for money to improve his life.
...