Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 92: When Your Ex’s New Man Has Better Stats

Karven’s head snapped back as Zain’s fist met his jaw clean.

The impact launched him off his feet.

He smashed through a bent support beam.

Crashing into the side of a half-collapsed wall.

Zain lowered his arm, flexing his knuckles.

"Wow," he said with a grin.

"You actually took that like a champ. Still breathing, Karven?"

The groan from the rubble was answer enough.

But before Zain could take a step forward...

A roar erupted from the side.

"RAAAAH!"

Drayv charged, his skin now fully covered in jagged rock.

His arms swung wide, ready to crush bone.

Zain’s grin didn’t fade.

"Alright. Let’s see what the boulder has."

Drayv leapt into the air, bringing both fists down.

Zain slid under the slam and turned.

He caught Drayv mid-fall by the chest.

His muscles strained as he held him in the air.

But Drayv wasn’t done.

His mouth opened wide, revealing rows of sharp stone teeth.

"Take this!"

Zain narrowed his eyes.

He shoved a foot into Drayv’s jaw, pinning it open.

But Drayv’s grin widened.

"You’re wide open!"

His chest pulsed—Blast Breath.

Zain’s eyes snapped wide. "Tch—"

In a split second, Zain lifted his other leg.

He slammed it across Drayv’s mouth, forcing it shut.

The breath detonated inside his mouth.

BOOM!

Drayv choked, his head snapping back.

Smoke bursting from his nostrils.

Zain didn’t hesitate.

While Drayv staggered, stunned by his own blast, Zain twisted his body.

He drove his heel into Drayv’s gut with full force.

WHAM!

The stone-skinned brute was hurled backward.

Tumbling across the ground like a cannonball.

But the fight wasn’t over.

He blinked—a shimmer.

A ripple of air behind him.

Then—

"Too slow," a voice hissed.

Rynka appeared mid-air, dropping from above.

She had used Vanish to conceal herself.

Her sharpened hair already extended into long strands.

Like a whip, it lashed toward Zain’s neck.

But Zain ducked in time.

The hair sliced through empty air.

And the moment she attacked, her Vanish flickered and broke.

Rynka landed on one knee, snarling.

"How did you see me?"

Zain smirked. "Didn’t."

"Then how—?"

He turned to face her fully.

"Instinct."

Her eyes twitched.

"Tch—damn you!"

She used Quick Step, flashing forward.

Zain barely shifted before she planted herself.

She let loose a full-powered Echo Voice.

A point-blank scream designed to rupture eardrums.

BOOM.

Zain’s head jolted back.

Blood streamed from his ears instantly.

But he didn’t fall.

Didn’t even flinch.

Instead, he slowly turned to her, grinning.

"That..." he said quietly, "was annoying."

Before Rynka could move, Zain’s hand shot out.

He grabbed her mouth, clamping it shut.

"Mmmgh—!"

Zain stared into her eyes.

"It’s kind of entertaining, though."

"I can bleed here. Not often that happens."

He tilted his head.

"But your scream... really bad pitch."

Without warning, he let go.

And followed it instantly with a brutal front kick.

THWACK!

Rynka flew back like a ragdoll.

Straight into Drayv, who had just finished standing up.

Both went tumbling again in a heap of limbs and smoke.

Zain rolled his neck and wiped his mouth.

"Three for three," he said coldly.

"And still standing."

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Karven rose slowly from the rubble, brushing dust and blood from his cheek.

His eyes scanned the wreckage.

Rynka crumpled next to Drayv, both groaning in pain.

His jaw clenched.

"You bastard..."

Zain stood tall, chest rising and falling.

Blood still dripping from his ears.

One arm hung slightly lower.

Bruised, maybe fractured.

But his grin never faded.

Karven’s fists tightened.

"You actually dared to humiliate my team?"

Zain raised an eyebrow.

"That’s not humiliation. That’s just me being me."

Karven’s voice dropped into a growl.

"I’m going to kill you."

Zain smirked.

"Yeah, yeah. Heard that one before."

"Every dead man says the same thing."

Karven’s eyes narrowed to slits.

Zain pointed at him.

"Come on then. I’m right here. I dare you."

Karven didn’t hesitate.

He raised his hand.

Metal Control.

Scrap and steel from the battlefield twisted and rose around him.

They spun and locked into place over his body.

Plates of sharp metal formed armor around his body.

A helmet of bent iron snapped onto his head.

His other hand flared.

Blood Control.

The blood from his own wounds, and even that from his teammates.

Lifted into the air, coiling into twin whips in his hands.

Zain grinned. "Now that’s more like it."

Karven didn’t speak.

He charged.

The first blood whip lashed out.

Zain ducked under it, but the second slammed into his side.

CRACK.

Zain flew sideways, crashing into a chunk of concrete.

Before he could recover, Karven was on him.

Metal-coated fists rained down.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Zain blocked one, two.

But the third cracked against his ribs.

And the fourth slammed into his temple.

He hit the ground hard.

Blood leaked from his lip, and his vision blurred.

Karven raised a hand again.

Metal spikes formed mid-air and shot downward like spears.

Zain rolled at the last second.

One scraped across his arm, leaving a long, bleeding gash.

He coughed, then laughed.

Karven paused.

Zain pushed himself up on one knee.

His face bleeding and one eye swollen.

"That all you got?"

Karven’s brow twitched. "You’re bleeding out."

"Yeah," Zain said, spitting red.

"It’s exciting."

He stood again, fists up.

"No powers. Just me," he said, smirking.

"Still making you work for it."

Karven snarled and whipped blood across Zain’s leg, tripping him.

Then stomped down.

Metal boot to the ribs.

Zain gasped. Something cracked.

Karven loomed over him. "Any last words?"

Zain wheezed, then grinned through the blood.

"Yeah... you hit like a jealous ex."

Karven raised his fists again, fury boiling.

Zain just laughed.

"Go ahead, metal boy. Keep hitting me."

"You’re still not enough to make her look your way."

Karven’s eyes twitched.

"Fine. I’ll do exactly as you say."

He slammed a metal-coated fist into Zain’s face.

Once, twice, then again.

The ground cracked beneath them from the force.

Zain’s body buckled, but he still refused to scream.

With a growl, Karven grabbed Zain’s arm.

The steel around his hand sharpened.

Then—he pulled.

With a sickening rip, Zain’s right arm tore free.

Velra gasped.

Karven held the bloody limb in his hand and sneered.

He turned—and hurled it toward Velra.

The arm thudded against the ground near her feet.

"This," he shouted, "is your new master?"

Velra stared at it, unmoving. Silent.

Karven spat toward the ground.

"He bleeds. He breaks. Just like any other man."