Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 88: Horns for Show

Blazren smirked, shaking the soreness from his arms.

"You’re quite powerful, kid. I’ll give you that."

Zain rolled his shoulder and mirrored the expression.

"That’s for sure, old man."

Blazren laughed.

"Cocky. I like it."

But then his tone shifted to be serious.

"Still... It’s not enough if you want to stand as an A-Rank hero."

He took a deep breath.

Heat rippled off his body.

The flames around his arms surged violently before spreading.

In an instant, fire engulfed his entire form.

From head to toe, Blazren became a walking flame.

The floor beneath his feet sizzled.

The air shimmered.

"This is Flame Body. Fully activated."

"The true power of a Mid-Tier ability."

Zain didn’t flinch. His eyes gleamed with anticipation.

Blazren pointed at him.

"Now show me what you’ve got, Heavenly Demon."

"No more tricks. No more holding back."

Zain smirked, raising his right arm.

"Heh... sure."

"This’ll be the first time I use it."

A subtle wave of pressure rolled out from his body.

"Get ready."

Savra narrowed her eyes from the side.

Zain clenched his fist.

The veins in his arm glowed briefly red as the transformation began.

Two jagged black-red horns erupted from his head.

They curved slightly back.

His muscles bulked subtly, his form growing more defined.

His eyes darkened, burning with an ember-like glow.

But... that was it.

Blazren raised an eyebrow.

"That’s it?"

Even Savra leaned forward, slightly confused.

"Did it misfire?"

Zain looked down at his own hands.

It felt different but familiar for an unknown reason.

Blazren crossed his arms, unimpressed.

"You transform, grow some horns and bulk up a bit."

"You call that a Mid-Tier ability?"

His voice carried a blend of disappointment and challenge.

Savra, on the other hand, frowned.

Her eyes stayed locked on Zain’s changed form.

"I’ve never heard of a Mid-Tier ability that’s just a partial transformation."

"Most transformation types involve full-body transformation."

She leaned closer, her voice sharper now.

"Are you sure you’re not holding back, Zain?"

Zain didn’t answer at first.

He simply grinned, flexing his fingers.

"I’m not holding back."

"This is just how it starts."

Savra’s eyes glinted.

She watched him for another second before understanding it.

She exhaled slowly and smirked.

"I see... a sleeper type."

Blazren raised an eyebrow.

"Sleeper?"

Savra nodded.

"Abilities that don’t show their full nature at the start."

"They evolve as they’re used."

She looked down at Zain.

"Let’s see if yours is worth the hype."

Zain cracked his neck.

"You’ll know soon enough."

Blazren snorted, rolling his shoulders as flame gathered in both of his fists.

"Sleeper type or not."

"If you want to be A-Rank, you need to show power."

"Not talk about it."

He thrust his right hand forward.

"So let’s see if you’ve got any."

Without waiting, Blazren burst forward.

His fist ignited into a roaring flame.

He launched a straight punch directly at Zain’s chest.

Zain didn’t move.

He stood there, hands at his sides.

The faint red-black glow around him pulsed calmly.

WHAM!

The punch landed full force.

Flames exploded outward, sparks bouncing across the chamber floor.

But Zain didn’t stagger.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t even blink.

He just stood there.

Blazren’s eyes widened slightly.

His knuckles were pressed against Zain’s chest.

But Zain’s body hadn’t budged an inch.

"...What the hell...?"

On the side, Savra narrowed her eyes.

"That was a direct hit," she said quietly.

"Why didn’t he move?"

Zain finally looked down at the fist against his chest.

Then back up at Blazren.

"That was it?" he asked, smirking.

Blazren gritted his teeth and threw another punch.

Left hook, flame-infused and fast.

BAM!

It hit Zain’s side cleanly.

Still nothing. No step back. No recoil.

Zain didn’t even bother raising his arms.

Savra leaned closer.

"What’s going on...?"

Blazren backed up half a step, visibly confused now.

"You’re just standing there. Are you mocking me?"

Zain chuckled, low and sharp.

"Mocking you? I’m educating you."

And then, his aura surged.

A violent wave of red-black pressure erupted from his body.

He pushed Blazren back a full three meters.

The ground cracked beneath Zain’s feet as his transformation flared brighter.

His horns glowed faintly, and his eyes burned deeper.

Blazren skidded back and braced, barely keeping his footing.

Zain rolled his neck again.

"You’re proud of that punch? That was the warm-up tier."

Blazren snarled. "You—"

Zain raised a single hand, palm open, inviting.

"Try again. I’ll give you five more."

Savra’s eyes widened slightly.

That aura... it’s not just pressure.

It’s density. Resistance.

He’s not tanking the hits.

He’s nullifying the force completely. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Blazren’s flames burned brighter with fury.

"You arrogant little—!"

But Zain just smiled, eyes locked on his opponent.

"Go on. Hit me again."

"Or are you worried I’ll fall asleep waiting?"

Blazren’s fists reignited, brighter and hotter than before.

No more restraint. No more holding back.

Zain tilted his head and yawned.

"Don’t disappoint me."

That was the last straw.

Blazren’s expression hardened.

"Alright then—full power it is."

With a roar, his flames exploded outward.

His body surged forward like a comet.

Every step burned the floor beneath him.

He shot a punch straight into Zain’s gut.

CRACK.

Zain’s body was flung backward like a missile.

He crashed through the reinforced wall with a boom.

Savra’s eyes widened. "What...?"

Before the dust could even settle, Blazren shot forward again.

He closed the gap in an instant.

BOOM!

A flaming uppercut lifted Zain off his feet.

WHAM!

A spinning backfist sent him flying again.

Zain got slammed into the chamber floor like a ragdoll.

His clothes were torn and burned at the edges.

Blazren stood above him, breathing hard.

"You want to mock an A-Rank hero? That’s the price."

Savra gritted her teeth.

"Tch. So it wasn’t nullification."

"He was just standing there like an idiot."

She slammed a fist against the glass.

"He underestimated him."

"Damn it, Zain..."

Zain groaned, coughing slightly as he pushed himself halfway up.

Blood trickled from his lip.

Still... he laughed.

"Heh..."

Blazren frowned. "What’s so funny?"

Zain wiped the blood with the back of his hand.

"I needed that."

He stood fully, spine straight, the air beginning to crackle.

"Now I know what this ability really does."

Savra narrowed her eyes again.

Zain’s aura pulsed.

"Round two, old man."