You're Impossibly Fast And Strong Novels & Stories

My legs barely touched the ground properly when it gave way under me, disappearing into thin air and forming a large hole. I quickly enabled the unnamed gift that gave me enhanced strength and speed. I charged the electric shock in my legs and gathered the powerful electrifying rush of blood in my body, then propelled myself out of the hole before I fell in with the wall. I released my bloodlust before landing on the ground. The energy of the bloodlust and the unnamed clashed but didn't contradict. The alpha might have been affected by the bloodlust, but it didn't stop endless earth needles and huge spikes and columns from sprouting out of the ground. He was trying to keep me away from him.

I felt alive, very light yet so powerful and majestic; like the godly beast hovering above me. It was as if the power had amplified and multiplied by a hundred. Heck! By a million. I have never felt such a thing. It was intense. It was too much. I felt big like I could battle the gods and all forces, I felt invisible, yet strong. I felt like I was Hercules fighting Cerberus. I was powerful, I was glorious. And unstoppable.

Even with a weight of five hundred kilograms, his speed was still faster than those who were not carrying loads. It was hard to imagine how swift Thomas could be without carrying any weight. This training had very high requirements for strength, skills, and speed. If he had speed but no strength, he could not walk; if he had strength but not speed, he would be very slow; if he had speed and strength but did not know the techniques required, he would embarrass himself. Thomas combined all three elements perfectly, so he was incredibly fast. He showed everyone what was the real God of War! This time, it was Shawn’s turn to be embarrassed.

If a woman is too hurt, the pain is the strength. Coupled with great anger, and maybe if released it will form a fire that is ready to burn. 'So don't try to play with me, Mas, my heart is satisfied to see it. "Hurry up, Ma'am! Quickly help me!" Oh shit! Tuti hugged me tightly from behind. Wanting to fight is difficult because his strength is also strong. Mbak Imar also ran over.

With a simple wave of her hand, she unleashed a powerful force. Boom! The energy surged forward, crashing into the formation with devastating impact. The entire structure trembled as waves of force rippled through the air. Adrian’s mind worked at an incredible speed, running calculations at a dizzying pace. In mere moments, he seemed to have conducted thousands, if not millions, of simulations. His speed and precision were beyond comprehension. Each simulation was carefully considered, showing his incredible analytical prowess. This was Adrian’s true strength—his unparalleled ability to decipher and adapt. He was as swift as a storm.

I could tell he was impressed by my speed. He picked up the pace and so did I. It seemed like maybe he was trying to see exactly how well I had been trained on my abilities. Even with the quickened speed it was a breeze to keep up with him. All my training of running and fighting paid off for me, I was quicker than most females and I was stronger.

“No, it’s okay, Mommy! Nobody’s mean to me. They can’t bully me anyways, ‘cause I’m the strongest and the fastest and the powerfullest!” He showed off the muscles in his little arms to make me smile, but I was even more worried now. Power, speed, and strength far beyond the others around him – those were all werewolf traits.

My whole body muscles were working frantically, the horror of that tiger was still surfacing in my heart, the memory of the blood and flesh was making my heart beat faster again and again, and this moment I almost inspired my full potential. Don't get caught by him, don't get caught by this tiger! Speed and dodging are my strong points, I won't necessarily lose to this tiger.

My wolf bared teeth instead, pleased at the idea of doing something messy. I moved first. Fast is a personality trait when you grow up without anyone to lift you if you fall. I slipped under a swipe that would’ve left my face rebranded and heel-hooked the nearest ankle. He stumbled. I palmed the next one’s sternum, felt rock masquerading as muscle, and used his own forward shove to spin past the third’s claws by inches. “Fast,” someone muttered. “Pilates,” I said, because some lines are too good to waste.

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