Supreme Villain: Seducing the Heroines

Bang! Bang! Thud!

A loud sound of metal being hit violently filled the private gym.

"Haa... Haa..." Amon's breathing was haggard, his face dripping with thick sweat, almost drowning his violet eyes as they closed tightly.

Currently, only one person was using the top floor; his body was filled with sweat, clothes were on the ground as he wore only light shorts, bruising, lacerations and wounds all over his body as he stood in a low stance, his arms at his waist, clutching his fists tight with palms upward.

Woosh!

His right fist shot out, smashing into the thick iron pillar in the centre of the room, the metal resounding like a church bell from his powerful punch, the bones in his hand creaking as blood poured from his knuckles before his left fist shot out immediately after retracting his right fist to his waist.

"94...!"

Deng!

"95..!"

"Ugh...Fuck...!"

Amon was utterly exhausted, his mind almost empty as his body continued to follow the advice of both Elma and Kizuna; if he reached 100 punches without collapsing or his wrist breaking, they would reward him with something unique.

He could feel his heart pounding as it smashed against his chest; today, he learned the error of his thoughts.

'I thought with this cultivation technique being supreme... I could become strong...'

Thud!

"96!"

A loud crack sounded, and his middle finger seemed to have bent strangely from the last blow, but desperate for the reward, he bit his tongue, tears flooding his eyes as the reward and the desire to become strong filled his heart.

Snap! His fist shot out, the power lower than before, speed even worse, as his sweat and blood splashed around the room before hammering into the iron pillar, minor dents forming in the foam wrapping around it.

"Ugh... damn it.... 97... Don't collapse Amon...."

"Haa...."

Amon could feel his eyes blurry after abusing his QI by kissing Elma.

Although he was constantly rejuvenated, that was only enough to cover his wounds as they began to build up barely.

His ribs were bruised, some even lightly fractured; each time his right shoulder moved, a throbbing pain shot along his right side, not to mention the burning pain that completely dominated every muscle in his body, as his breathing became erratic, light breaths, with barely any relief from his lack of air and power.

'I cannot falter... Mother is strong, but there are too many wolves... Amon, don't think about anything... but your mother's fate should you fail!'

Bang!

"99!"

Just one more, only a single punch, and he could rest, his body screaming for him to stop for over 60 points before he even accepted this task.

Kizuna pointed out his mistake, and Elma was able to realise the exact reason; due to his poor trainers and his past self not treating their lessons with the right mindset, his entire basics were riddled with holes, errors and faults.

Thus Elma and Kizuna forced him first to learn to take blows, noticing that he would naturally pull back, lose power and lose exchanges he could have won due to his fear of pain and being injured.

Likely a small issue left by the old Amon's habits, the novel's forced feelings and emotions made him act like a mere wimp and terrified of pain.

"Haa...Haa...." Amon's breathing was erratic; only one more punch, just a single punch, but his middle finger was broken, the nails and skin on his palm filled with bloody bruises. He wanted to move desperately, shouting in his head.

'Fuck... one more! Amon... The pain will end in one punch!'

The handsome visage, his calm and perfect exterior long gone, with drool hanging from the corner of his lips, snot from his nose and tears seeping from his violet eyes, merely holding his hands in fists, caused him to feel enough pain to scream out.

Inside his body, a swirling black dragon was raging; its body riddled with holes, the same dragon that fought and resisted the blue phoenix and white tiger, its golden eyes staring into Amon's as he focused his body; the door seemed to open, both of them deeming him to have given up.

However, Amon couldn't see, his back turned how both of their eyes were impressed; Elma bet he would reach 30 at most, while Kizuna stated 22.

A hushed mutter began to repeat from his lips; the sound wasn't excellent nor magnetic. It was like a child mustering his courage to push on.

"I won't give up... I won't give in... I will punch.... push forward."

Each time he said the sentences, the dragon would swim around his body, faster, faster! Until its' body began soaring rapidly around his torn muscles, bloody flesh and fractured bones.

Amon could feel a slight relief in his body; slowly, his heart stopped racing faster than he could handle, no longer rattling in his chest.

'I can do this... the reward... for mother... to become a better man!'

He could breathe again as the black spectre shot through his heart, out of the other side and heading around his body; finally, it flew down his arm. The more it fluttered, the more damage and holes filled its battered body as if the dragon itself was a mirror of Amon's state.

'I will surpass my old and cowardly self! Become a new and reborn Amon Winchester!'

A silent roar of black Qi boomed as its mouth opened, its maw opened as it reached his fist, the broken finger popping into place, the skin stitching slightly, as his fist began to swirl and pulsate with ferocious black energy, like the attack Kizuna shot towards him, a black flame forming as he grits his teeth.

His violet eyes shone with a golden light, his face fierce, with his furrowed brows focused on the metal before him; that was no training dummy but his enemy! The black pupils split apart before transforming into a long slit like a dragon.

"Phew...." Amon took a deep breath before his hips tightened along with his thighs, the muscles burning before his right shoulder snapped out; a mighty fist covered with a black flame shot out and smashed into the iron pillar as a tremendous sound resounded.

The thunderous blow caused the padding to explode completely, his bones snapping from the impact as the pillar dented from his rocket-like straight punch.

Amon felt a sudden release; his body shuddered when he felt the last punch collide with the metal, pain? What was that? Reward? Who gave a fuck!

There was something more substantial; he realised their lesson was more than just teaching him the basics or wanting to hurt him...

'I can feel it... I can sense it... Move it with my will... The dragon is me..'

His body began to teater around before suddenly falling backwards, the exhausted QI his battered body now wet with sweat, as if he took a bath and didn't dry off.

"I am the dragon..." His voice whispered as a soft body caught him before falling.

Kizuna, Elma? He didn't know, as the world became dark, a warmth inside his chest as the dragon curled around it as if protecting his most vital organ, then a soft pair of soft mountains cushioning his back, firm but gentle hands wrapped around his waist.

'I will change the world... Nothing can stop me... Not god... Not Ethan... Not my past!'

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As Amon's final punch exploded with a black flame, the piller screeching as if screaming from pain, Elma's body raced forward.

Still, Kizuna was faster as she scooped the falling Amon into her arms, cradling him like a precious baby, her beautiful black hair brushing along his cheeks as Elma's feet stopped, her racing heart still throbbing.

'This little bastard! So he was more than a big cock! Ah.... that damn fast little slut beat me to him... frustrating!'

"How is the little wuss?" Elma asked, her voice now more stern as she walked over slowly, trying to act cool.

"Heh... slow little tiger, too much fat on your chest and ass. Now your cute master is in my arms." Kizuna mocked her before looking at Amon with a more respectful look.

Elma could notice this quickly, as she was annoyed by this woman and happy she was around. Because she had never trained anyone else, how would Elma teach someone to feel their own QI and activate and connect with it?

"Is he alright!" Elma asked with more force; she didn't care about being mocked; she watched the pain and heard his bones crack.

How could she not worry? He wasn't like them in the later stages of Body Forging and was almost ready to enter the Spirit Gathering Realm.

"Little Master is amazing; why anybody said he had no talent is ridiculous..." Kizuna spoke, her words were respectful, as she stroked his sticky forehead, her slightly excellent hands from the wind Qi blowing the sweat, blood and tears from his face.

"I never expected his family to have a member of the eastern Mido family here either."

The moment those words were spoken, Kizuna's wind began to form a storm, pushing Elma away as she looked ready to protect Amon against any attack.

"Me being here is nothing to do with those bastards! I am here because of how well Mistress treated my mother, who had no talent but cooking and clerical work! But Maribell treated her like a sister!"

Elma could see her words upset the pretty woman as she bashfully rubbed the back of her head, looking down at Amon, who now began to recover rapidly; his bones and muscles cracked, and huge swirls of black flaming qi began to pulse and shoot from his pores, nose, and mouth.

"He's entered the second stage while sleeping... Hahahaha... he gets stronger by fucking...and his willpower is a thin border between genius and insane... Ah, my master... what are you exactly?" Elma asked as her tail brushed against his cheek, a more manly and masculine look as his body became tighter, refined, and alluring.

"Hmmm... A handsome... no, a demonically handsome man, with a black flaming dragon as his spirit beast..." Kizuna muttered as she looked at Amon with a complicated but slightly relieved face.

"Hey, Kizuna, isn't our master interesting?"

"Mmm... very interesting... but you should stop sexually harassing him while sleeping..."

"Ehh~ I was just checking his growth... another centimetre longer..."

"What!?" Kizuna blushed as she looked at the obscene tiger that began to walk out of the room, her eyes looking towards the slightly torn white uniform on his body, the slight shadow of his actual dragon entering her eyes before she shook her head.

'Behave Kizuna... He's my mother's saviour...'

Because, from the very start, it was the young Amon... who accepted her into the house first...

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