"As usual. classic lynn." Polly patted her on the back. In recent years, the girl has grown, especially in the size of her buttocks, which have become more massive due to the exercises she has done. "Well, I hope you have energy to use on the path."
"I always have energy."
The girls entered the ring. While Lincoln put all his senses on alert. Between his thumb and forefinger, he held a needle.
"damned. Whoever you are, I recommend you get out."
A man about twenty years old emerges from among some trees. He had blonde hair with black streaks. He was wearing a long yellow coat and black pants. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out more needles, which he threw at Lincoln. The white-haired boy threw himself on the ground, avoiding the needles that stuck to the wall.
"Who the hell are you?"
The boy in yellow introduced himself. "My name is Boomer. Boomer Bee. Alias, 'King of the Wasps'. I hear you're one of the candidates to become a Dracoviam fighter from Venomous Industries. But this position is just for me!" Boomer throws more needles, which Lincoln dodges when he hears them approaching, but one of them manages to stick into his left leg.
"What is that?" Lincoln felt how his leg, which had gone numb, felt. "Those needles must have been soaked in the anesthetic. No, impossible; with the amount he draws, he should also be paralyzed."
Boomer throws more needles, which Lincoln dodges by rolling to the ground, while another manages to go into his right shoulder. "Uh!... my shoulder... I can still move my arm, but my shoulder is not responding. This is not anesthesia. Anesthesia numbs the entire limb. These needles only affect the area where they are inserted... Of course... acupuncture."
Boomer stopped his attack. "You guessed it, I specialize in the art of acupuncture assassination. With just one needle, I can paralyze a part of my opponent's body."
Lincoln grabbed the wall to stand. "Didn't you know that weapons are not allowed in Dracoviam battles?"
Boomer pulled his hands out of his pockets. "That's not a problem." The yellow-haired boy raised his middle and index fingers and attacked Lincoln, stinging him in the left thigh and paralyzing his entire leg. "I can do acupuncture with my fingers." Boomer attacked Lincoln with his fingers, and the white-haired boy ran away to avoid Boomer's attacks, which was hard for him, not only because he was paralyzed in the leg and shoulder but also because every time he rolled the needles, he buried them even more.
Using such strength in his arm and leg that he could still move and propel himself, Lincoln kicked Boomer in the chin, but Boomer took advantage and managed to prick Lincoln behind his right leg, thus paralyzing it. "With my needle, I can only paralyze a part of each limb, but with my fingers, I can paralyze the whole limb."
Lincoln was in trouble. He could only move one arm and his forearm.
"I don't understand what the professor saw in you. You're no big deal." Boomer leans over to look Lincoln in the face. "All I have to do is attack your chest, and your heart will stop. Bye, kid." Boomer was about to kill Lincoln, but when his fingers were only a centimeter from Lincoln's chest, they were stopped by the white-haired man's fist, which twisted Boomer's fingers until they broke. "Oh! Damn it!" Boomer watched the bone stick out from his fingers through his skin. "Son of a bitch. Die." Boomer attacked Lincoln with his other hand, but Lincoln turned, causing Boomer to hit his right shoulder, causing the needle to pop out. "You fooled me, you bastard."
Now Lincoln can move both arms. Using the strength of his torso, he crouched down and grabbed Boomer by the leg, causing him to fall, then rolled over and caught him in submission at the knees. Boomer, in desperation, attacked Lincoln with another flick of his fingers, but in the position they were in, he paralyzed his right leg. Now that he could move his leg. Lincoln changed position and grabbed Boomer by the arm.
"Your biggest mistake was getting tangled up with me." Lincoln stretches and twists Boomer's arm until it breaks, causing the boy to be unable to use acupuncture. Boomer saw his broken fingers and his twisted arm.
"Damn…you…" Boomer growled in rage and started throwing needles left and right. "Die with my most dangerous technique. Hell swarm!" Needles were buried everywhere, passing through wood, concrete, and iron.
Lincoln had hidden behind a garbage can to escape the storm of needles. "Hell, how many of those things do you keep in your pockets?... I have to think fast or he'll leave me as a hedgehog." Lincoln tries to get up, but he can't. He still can't move his left calf or foot. The needles have weakened the trash box, causing a mountain of litter to fall on Lincoln and leave him exposed.
"I won't stop until I kill you!" Boomer counterattacked. Lincoln rolls it into the recycling bin, hoping it will be sturdier than the trash.