The Hero Returns with his Yandere Wife-Chapter 48 - 47

------- "I can get you two of them." -------

"Then let’s do it!" Ryn roared, fire exploding around him like a supernova.

The docks transformed into an inferno as he launched forward, a human comet aimed at Skullrend and his crew. Heat waves shimmered in his wake, warping the air as his fire painted the night in blazing orange.

Elena’s steel-blue eyes flared. "Heroes! Get these Bastards!" Her iron fist gleamed under the firelight as she charged. "Mira, Ryn—we’re taking the big ones!"

The battlefield ignited with chaos. Vortex and Ironclad led charge the heroes against the encroaching villains, their combined power sending enemies flying. Vortex spun into a twisting cyclone, lifting a group of henchmen into the air before slamming them down with a brutal gust.

Ironclad plowed through the front line like a living battering ram, his armored fists breaking through weapons and defenses alike.

The other heroes went and clashed with the next villain who approached them.

The air pulsed with energy as different powers collided. Lightning arced through the sky, ice exploded against molten steel, and shockwaves rippled through the docks. The scent of scorched wood and ozone filled the battlefield, mixing with the cries of combatants.

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Ryn dashed forward and hit Skullrend like a meteor, his fiery fist slamming into the villain’s gut. A shockwave burst out, sending debris flying.

Skullrend grunted, his metal jaw clanking as he staggered back. The dock groaned under the pressure of their battle, wooden planks cracking from the force.

"You little shit!" Skullrend snarled, swinging a cybernetic fist with the speed of a piston. The air cracked as the blow hurtled toward Ryn, the sheer momentum of the strike kicking up dust and splinters. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Ryn ducked, the heat radiating from his body warping the air around him. He countered with a flame-wreathed uppercut. "Big talk for a guy about to burn!" The hit singed Skullrend’s scarred chin, leaving a trail of blackened metal. But the brute barely budged, red cybernetic eye flaring with rage.

Before Skullrend could retaliate, Gutshard lunged from the shadows, his claws gleaming like razors. "Gotcha, punk!" he sneered—until black tendrils erupted from the ground, locking his wrist mid-strike.

Mira’s voice rang out, sharp and gleeful. "Not today, freak!"

Ryn seized the moment, launching a blazing fireball into Skullrend’s chest. The villain bellowed as his vest ignited, flames licking hungrily at the reinforced fabric. He stumbled backward, his roar splitting the air.

Skullrend’s hands clamped onto a metal shipping crate, his rage-fueled strength twisting the steel as he lifted it overhead. "You think that’s enough?" he bellowed, hurling the crate at Ryn with explosive force.

Ryn threw both hands forward, a searing inferno erupting from his palms, incinerating the crate mid-air. The molten scraps rained down, sizzling as they struck the dock.

Undeterred, Skullrend surged forward through the haze, his massive frame looming. He swung both fists in a hammering motion, aiming to crush Ryn beneath his sheer force. Ryn barely managed to roll aside as the dock shattered beneath Skullrend’s impact, wooden planks exploding into splinters.

Ryn retaliated, igniting both hands and driving a rapid series of punches into Skullrend’s torso, each strike searing through his armored vest. Flames danced along the villain’s metal plating, forcing him to yank off the smoldering fabric with a furious snarl.

"I’m done playing," Skullrend growled, his metal limbs whirring as they locked into overdrive mode. He lunged at Ryn with terrifying speed, his fists a blur of destruction.

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Freed from the shadows, Gutshard turned—only to meet Elena’s iron fist. The punch landed with a deafening crunch, sending him skidding across the docks, his boots carving deep grooves into the wooden planks.

"Stay down, bastard!" she growled, shaking off the force of the impact.

Gutshard spat blood, a manic grin spreading across his face. "Gonna carve you up, tin can!" He lunged, claws raking across her arm, sparks flying as metal met razor-sharp bone.

Elena barely flinched. "Try harder," she taunted, catching his wrist mid-strike. A sickening snap followed as she twisted, breaking bone like a twig. Gutshard howled in pain, his wild grin finally faltering.

But he wasn’t done yet. Gritting his teeth, he drove his knee into her stomach, the impact reverberating through her iron-coated form. Elena staggered back half a step, but Gutshard’s victory was short-lived. She roared, slamming her forehead into his nose with a resounding crack!

Gutshard reeled, blood pouring freely, but Elena wasn’t finished. She hurled him into a stack of crates, the impact shattering wood and sending splinters flying. He groaned, twitching, but she didn’t give him time to recover. Charging forward, she drove her knee into his ribs before grabbing his head and slamming it into the dock with a force that left the planks splintered beneath him.

Gutshard coughed, spitting blood, but his body refused to stay down. With a growl, he raked his claws along the dock, tearing through the planks in an effort to regain balance. Elena sighed, flexing her fingers. "Persistent."

He lunged at her again, his desperation making him wild. This time, he feinted left before launching a brutal slash at her throat. Elena swayed just enough to avoid it, but his claws left a deep scratch across her jaw, tiny sparks flickering from the wound. Her eyes darkened. "That was your last mistake."

She ducked low, her iron fist slamming into his ribs with a sickening thud that echoed across the docks. Gutshard let out a strangled gasp, his body jerking as the force sent him stumbling back. He barely had time to react.

Elena didn’t let up. She followed through fast, her next punch—a devastating uppercut—snapping his head back and lifting him clean off his feet. The air left his lungs in a wheezing gasp before she caught him mid-drop, twisting her grip.

With a brutal snap, she suplexed him straight into the splintering dock, the wood cracking like a gunshot beneath the impact.

Gutshard spasmed, choking, coughing blood, his limbs twitching. His chest heaved, struggling for breath. "Y-You... bitch—"

Elena stomped down.

Her heel drove into his sternum, the force hammering him through the broken planks. Water rushed up beneath him, lapping at his back, cold as death.

"You’re done."

His body sagged, breath shuddering, fading fast. But Elena wasn’t finished.

She stepped forward, her shadow looming over him. With a cold, calculated breath, she lifted her leg—steel muscles coiling, power surging— and then drove her boot down with inhuman force.

The impact buried her heel deep into his gut. Bone crunched. Flesh ruptured.

Gutshard didn’t scream. He shuddered once. Then stopped.

Elena exhaled, shaking blood off her boot. No hesitation. No remorse.

Just another dead man sinking into the dark.