Novel & Cerita Hysterical Strength

she repeated, with the kind of authority that brooked no argument. When they hesitated, fear anchoring their feet, she acted with a strength I could hardly fathom—hands gripping the bars and tearing them from their hinges with a casual ease that stunned me into silence. This wasn’t a feat of strength; it was a testament to something else entirely, something that had shifted within her.

Why was I so powerless against these men? Why do I never fight back? WHY! I clenched my eyes shut and felt a draw of power as I pushed back causing Hectyr to crash hard against the wall with me between his legs. I hated every part of me that enjoyed this. There was nothing that surrendered to him, for once I was going to fight. My hands clutched his tunic digging into the fabric as I held him firmly. He was going to know my strength.

"That’s enough! Stop it!" With a sudden burst of strength, I shoved the man off me. He went flying across the room, slamming hard against the wall. He looked at me, stunned and disbelieving. "What? Wait… how do you have that kind of strength?" he stammered. I was equally shocked. I realized that when I’m overcome with rage, I’m able to unleash an unbelievable, superhuman force. The man scrambled up from the floor, and knowing he would try to hurt me again, I panicked and struggled against my restraints. Using my newfound, raw strength, I snapped the ropes around my wrists. We were both left stunned.

"Wasn't it because you held back that I wasn't injured?" Imperious sneered, "I always use my full strength no matter what. If I didn't beat you up badly, I wouldn't stop." Those words made Chad shiver with fear. He secretly thought, 'The world of the Mystics is indeed full of surprises.' However, Imperious asked, "Let me ask you—what would you do if I insisted on killing you?" Chad smiled bitterly, saying, "I have a berserk pill inside me, which can temporarily enhance my strength—"

Sylvester spat, “This is some illusion huh? Who knew the b*stard of Starlight was the ‘Monster’ that we so feared all along! You’re not even a Strength of level nine!” “My turn,” Zephyr said slowly, then smiled. In an instant, his body furled up with energy, it strengthened his muscles, his tendons, every fiber of his being. Zephyr vanished into thin air, and left nothing but an afterimage for all to see. He appeared right before Sylvester. Before he could react, Zephyr punched Sylvester right in the gut. “Gah!” gasped Sylvester, then took a few steps back. “C*r! Do you really think you can beat me? Die!” Sylvester decided it was time to show his true power, an Agile’s power. Although Zephyr

"Don't fool me. What about the inhuman strength? How would you explain that?" "Adrenaline rush," he answered like he was lying to a grade school student. "Cut the crap, please. I may have an average mind but I'm not as airheaded as you think. I know adrenaline rush could boost the strength temporarily but it can't make an ordinary person lift a trunk with more than a thousand pounds. " My voice was low, but firm. "You should just thank me." "Thank you," I said sarcastically. "It is better if you believe my reasons, Eve. Just leave it that way." His fingertips touched my ankle carefully with unreadable eyes. "Can you walk?"

The subordinates of the underground kings present were terrified, and exchanged wide-eyed glances. "This is brutal! They’re sending Mr. Harper!" "Everyone knows he’s a muscle freak. He had surgery overseas to build his monstrous body. He even took multiple injections to enhance his muscles!" "They say his grip strength is a terrifying five hundred kilograms! He can bend steel bars and uproot trees with his bare hands!" Dustin cackled. “Frederick, you probably can’t even dodge Silas’s punches without your hands and feet! I look forward to seeing the horror on your face in a moment!”

Now coughing blood, Christopher raised his head to look at Gerald, feeling completely stupefied. “What… What exactly is the secret of the ancient tomb?! By god! How could knowledge of its secret increase someone’s inner strength and training to such a frightening amount within only ten days?!” Christopher had no doubts that he had managed to land that kick earlier. To think that Gerald’s inner strength alone had managed to counter the impact, resulting in the old man getting hurt instead! In order to achieve such a feat, Gerald’s inner strength needed to surpass Christopher’s. From the old man’s personal experience just moments ago, he estimated that Gerald’s inner strength had to be at leas

They seemed to have been hypnotized and couldn't get up one by one. Some even began to snore. "What's going on? Is this young man a human or a ghost?" Many people panicked. He was really panicking. His Starsoul was far too powerful, and the strength he had displayed far exceeded their imaginations. Countless Martial Saint experts did not even have the strength to resist.

Dash groaned. “Look, awakening a strength-related ability causes one’s general strength value to fluctuate. Sometimes it goes very high and sometimes, you lose strength. Activating such abilities also takes a toll on the users; especially if the user was not strength oriented to begin with.” He gave a short explanation - with his voice slightly raised - to which Wilson nodded. It was beginning to make sense. “Oh, okay!”