The Eight Supernatural Powers

chapter 13: Preparing for final battle

Ashura sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "I am immortal, Old Man. You can't defeat me."

Undeterred, Old Man Kapil launched a relentless barrage of punches at Ashura. Each blow landed with precision and power, but Ashura merely laughed. "You can't do that," he taunted.

However, with each punch, Ashura began to feel a strange weakness creeping into his body. His laughter faltered. "Stop it," Ashura demanded, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation.

Kapil's eyes burned with determination. "Suffer," he spat, continuing his assault. Just as Ashura attempted to clap his hands to unleash his power, his hands were severed in an instant.

Kofi stepped forward, his presence commanding. "I am here," he announced, his blade glinting.

Ashura, speaking to himself, felt a twinge of fear. "This is not good. This Old Man is something else," he muttered.

Desperate to escape, Ashura flew into the air, regenerating his severed hands. "Old Man, you are awesome, but not enough to defeat me," he taunted. However, before he could finish his sentence, Kofi sliced Ashura's head clean off.

To the horror of all watching, Ashura's headless body began to regenerate, his head reattaching itself seamlessly. "Kofi, don't ever try to do that again," Ashura growled, and with a swift punch, sent Kofi crashing to the ground, unconscious.

Ashura's laughter echoed ominously. "No one can beat me," he declared, his confidence seemingly unshakable.

Old Man Kapil, breathing heavily, looked at the regenerating Ashura and muttered to himself, "How can we defeat this monster?"

Ashura, sensing the desperation, smirked. "I will give you one more chance. Be my slaves or die."

The crowd, overwhelmed by fear, shouted in unison, "We are slaves."

Ashura laughed maniacally. "Prove it. Arrest the Old Man, Akhil, and Kofi."

Old Man Kapil stood firm. "That's not going to happen."

Ashura's eyes flashed with rage. "Then die!" He hurled an invisible energy bomb toward the Old Man.

But in the split second before impact, time froze. Akhil, using his time-stopping ability, stepped forward. "Thank you, Akhil," Kapil said, his voice filled with gratitude.

"We have to get out of here," Akhil urged. They hurried over to Kofi, who was still unconscious. As they shook him awake, Kofi groggily opened his eyes. "Use your speed power and carry us to Madagascar," Akhil instructed.

Kofi nodded, still regaining his senses. Within a heartbeat, he agreed and in an instant, they were gone, whisked away to the safety of Madagascar.

Akhil's ability to stop time only lasted ten seconds, and as time resumed, Ashura realized what had happened. "You used your power to escape," he growled, watching them vanish with Kofi's incredible speed. "You're still in this world, Akhil. I will catch you."

In Madagascar, the villagers treated Old Man Kapil, Akhil, and Kofi as their friends, providing them with rooms to relax and recover. Kofi, still puzzled and shaken, asked, "What is happening? Why is Yohan dead?"

Old Man Kapil, his expression grave, replied, "We don't know. I think it's Ashura's plan. Yohan was the only one capable of using one of the Ashta Siddhi. Now that he is dead, I don't know what Ashura is going to do with us. We might be done for."

Kofi, eyes blazing with determination, looked at the Old Man Kapil and Akhil. "Old Man, you have the power of the stone. I have the power of speed. And Akhil, you have the power of time. If we fight together, we can defeat Ashura. All we need is practice."

Akhil nodded, his resolve strengthening. "Yes, you are right, Kofi. Let's start training."

Kapil, feeling a renewed sense of hope, stood up. "We must combine our strengths and develop strategies to counter Ashura's powers. Our abilities alone won't be enough unless we can work as a cohesive unit."

Kofi stood tall, his confidence growing. "I'll help us move at incredible speeds. We can practice rapid strikes and evasive maneuvers."

Akhil added, "I can stop time briefly, giving us crucial moments to strategize or avoid deadly attacks. But we need to make every second count."

Kapil, now feeling the weight of leadership, said, "And I will use the stone's power to shield us and deliver powerful blows. Together, we must become a force greater than Ashura has ever faced."

The three of them began their rigorous training regimen. Each day, they pushed themselves to their limits, honing their abilities and synchronizing their attacks. Kofi practiced moving at light speed, creating afterimages to confuse and overwhelm potential enemies. Akhil focused on extending the precision of his time-stopping ability, using it to gain tactical advantages. Kapil worked on maximizing the stone's power, learning to create impenetrable defenses and devastating attacks.

As days turned into weeks, the bond between them grew stronger. They learned to trust each other's instincts and abilities, becoming a well-oiled machine capable of taking on any challenge. The villagers, inspired by their determination, provided support, offering food, shelter, and moral encouragement.

One evening, as they took a break from training, Kofi looked at the horizon and said, "Ashura won't see us coming. We've become stronger than ever."

Akhil nodded, his eyes reflecting a mix of hope and determination. "For Yohan, and for everyone suffering under Ashura's tyranny, we will fight and win."

Kapil placed a hand on their shoulders. "Together, we will bring an end to Ashura's reign of terror. Let's rest tonight and continue our training tomorrow. The final battle is coming, and we must be ready."

The next morning, they resumed their training with renewed vigor. Kofi pushed himself to move even faster, creating shockwaves with his speed. Akhil practiced stopping time in more complex scenarios, freezing multiple objects simultaneously. Kapil channeled the stone's power to create barriers that could withstand even the most devastating attacks.

During one training session, Kofi suggested, "Let's simulate a battle against Ashura. We need to be prepared for his every move."

Akhil agreed. "Yes, we need to anticipate his strategies and counter them effectively."

Kapil nodded, "I'll act as Ashura. Attack me with everything you've got."

The simulation began. Kofi moved at lightning speed, striking Kapil from all directions, while Akhil used his time-stopping ability to create openings for Kofi's attacks. Kapil defended himself with the stone's power, countering their moves and forcing them to adapt.

After an intense session, they collapsed on the ground, exhausted but exhilarated. "We're getting better," Kofi said, panting.

Akhil smiled, "Yes, we are. But we must not become complacent. Ashura is a formidable foe, and we need to be at our best."

Kapil agreed, "Indeed. Let's rest for a bit and then continue. We can't afford to let our guard down."

As they lay on the grass, catching their breath, Kofi spoke, "Yohan believed in us. He knew we could defeat Ashura. We must honor his memory by fighting with everything we've got."

Akhil nodded, "For Yohan, and for all those who have suffered under Ashura's tyranny, we will not fail."

Kapil, feeling a deep sense of purpose, said, "We are ready. Tomorrow, we will face Ashura and put an end to his reign of terror once and for all."

With their determination renewed and their bond stronger than ever, they continued their training, knowing that the final battle was fast approaching. Their resolve was unbreakable, their spirits undaunted. Together, they would fight for a future free from Ashura's tyranny, a future where Yohan's sacrifice would not be in vain.