Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 243: combat

Beneath Liss’s villa, the air shifted, thick with the hum of raw power.

The underground training room, a Class-S combat simulator built for elite superheroes, glowed with combat-grade lighting, its dim, steely tones casting stark shadows across reinforced steel walls that gleamed faintly.

The pressure-adaptive flooring flexed underfoot, AI-synced impact sensors hummed softly, and a damage-neutral field generator encased the arena in a buzzing dome of controlled danger, its faint shimmer a promise of brutal precision.

Liss stood in the center, rolling her neck, her black compression suit hugging her athletic frame, segmented silver lines pulsing with neural feedback data, her blonde bun tight, her blue eyes sharp with focus.

Across from her, Rhea bounced on her heels, flames licking the air above her shoulders, her crimson hair loose, her amber eyes blazing with restless energy.

Freya stood off to the side, arms crossed over her chest, her platinum-cyan hair catching the light, her blue eyes cool and watchful, her fitted suit emphasizing her composed strength.

"Alright," Liss said, her voice firm, her blue eyes locking onto Rhea, then Freya. "Ten rounds. Class-B powers only. Not because of the ceiling, but because I don’t feel like dragging your burned-out bodies to the med pod."

Rhea snorted, her amber eyes glinting, flames flickering higher. "Aww, worried you might break a nail?"

Freya smirked faintly, her blue eyes narrowing. "I think she’s worried you might break a rib. Again."

"You two talk too much," Liss said, stepping into a fighting stance, her body coiled, ready. "Let’s go."

They moved, a synchronized explosion of motion, no words needed.

Freya and Rhea launched in a pincer maneuver, a seamless blend of fire and frost.

Rhea surged from the left, her fists coated in a thin sheen of flame, the air sizzling as she swung a blazing punch.

Freya danced in from the right, mist trailing from her fingertips, her movements fluid as she aimed for Liss’s pressure points with surgical precision, her blue eyes sharp.

Liss ducked under Rhea’s punch, her body a blur as she spun, catching Freya’s incoming leg with both arms.

She twisted, slamming Freya onto the mat with a heavy thud, the floor absorbing the impact.

Rhea’s sweeping kick came next, flames trailing, but Liss blocked it with her forearm, the heat searing the air.

She pivoted, landing a hard elbow to Rhea’s ribs, sending the redhead stumbling back with a grunt.

Rhea growled, her amber eyes flashing. "Did she just toss you like a rag doll?"

Freya flipped to her feet, her movements graceful, her blue eyes steady. "She is stronger than she looks."

Liss smirked, her blue eyes glinting. "Try harder."

Rhea didn’t need the taunt, her flames surging brighter, licking up her arms with low-grade heat, her skin glistening with sweat.

She charged, a fiery blur, while Freya flanked her, slower now, her blue eyes analyzing Liss’s every move.

They coordinated, Rhea’s flame arcs forcing Liss into dodges, each blast a roaring crescent that scorched the air, while Freya intercepted with sudden, ice-tipped jabs, her mist coiling like a blade.

Liss read their movements like an open book, her body weaving through the onslaught, her suit’s silver lines pulsing with data.

She parried Rhea’s flaming fist, her gauntlet absorbing the heat, and swept Rhea’s legs, sending her crashing sideways with a yelp, the mat quaking.

Freya’s ice jab aimed for Liss’s stomach, but Liss blocked, twisted, and landed a palm-strike to Freya’s chest, sending her skidding across the mat with a sharp gasp, her platinum-cyan hair flying.

They kept coming, relentless.

Rhea’s flames grew hotter, sizzling with intensity, her amber eyes burning with defiance, her sweat-soaked skin gleaming.

Freya’s attacks sharpened, her blue eyes focused, her frost strikes faster, more aggressive, no longer holding back.

Liss caught a blast of flame with her gauntlet, the heat searing her senses, and ducked under a near-invisible ice blade aimed for her neck, the air hissing.

She spun, backhanding Rhea away, the force knocking the redhead back, and used the momentum to shoulder Freya, sending her stumbling.

"Two-on-one," Liss muttered, her voice calm but sharp. "You’d think you’d be better at this." freёwebnoѵel.com

Rhea snarled, her amber eyes blazing.

"Come here!" She charged, rolling low, her flaming uppercut roaring upward, the air crackling with heat.

Liss caught her wrist mid-strike, twisting it with a fluid motion, and kicked Rhea’s knee sideways, dropping her to the mat with a grunt, careful not to injure.

Freya’s sweeping arc of frost followed, a shimmering wave, but Liss grabbed her arm, using her weight to drag Freya down beside her sister, the mat shaking under the impact.

Liss pinned them, straddling Rhea’s back, her knee firm, holding her down, while pinning Freya’s arm with her other hand, her breathing steady, controlled.

Rhea and Freya panted, their bodies slick with sweat, their eyes defiant but exhausted.

"Lesson time," Liss said, her voice calm, firm, her blue eyes sharp. "Rhea, you’re too emotional. You ramp up without pacing. I could see your swings coming from a mile away. Freya, you’re better, but you let Rhea dictate your timing. You adapt too much."

Neither responded, just groaned, their breaths heavy, their bodies slumped against the mat.

Liss stood, offering each a hand, her suit’s silver lines pulsing faintly.

They took it, pulling themselves up, their movements slow, weary.

Rhea muttered, wiping sweat from her brow, her amber eyes glinting. "Damn, you’re a monster."

Freya gave a small nod, her blue eyes steady, her platinum-cyan hair sticking to her face. "She’s not wrong."

They limped to the bench along the room’s edge, the dome’s buzz fading as they collapsed.

Rhea chugged water, her crimson hair damp, while Freya leaned back, letting cold radiate from her skin, her blue eyes closing briefly.

After a moment, Rhea spoke, her grin returning, her amber eyes sparkling. "So, Tila upstairs... how long before she cracks?"

Freya arched an eyebrow, her blue eyes amused. "I’d give it a day and an hour, max."

Liss chuckled, her blue eyes glinting as she leaned against the wall, her blonde bun loose. "Depends on Kael. If he keeps pressing the right buttons, she might break faster."

Rhea shook her head, her grin widening. "She’s already halfway there. That tail... gods. Is he trying to domesticate her or what?"

Freya’s lips twitched, her blue eyes gleaming. "He has a way of peeling people open."

Liss nodded, her expression serious now, her voice low. "But the question isn’t whether she cracks. It’s whether she breaks through."

Silence lingered, heavy with meaning, their eyes meeting briefly.

They weren’t just talking about Tila anymore, and each of them knew it, the weight of their shared loyalty to Kael, the looming threat, and their own transformations hanging in the air.

And one more thing all of them had in mind.

’He is a fucking Pervert.

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