Even with C888's comprehension of what had happened, he had still been behind in the truth of what was really going on.
From the very beginning, Lenny had been attacking the Devils ceaselessly.
Every attack he made with his fist would result in a loud sound that would destabilize his coordination, and the recoil would seep into his body, destroying his muscles and tendons.
This was something that could cause one extreme pain and Fatigue.
However, things were not always what they seemed to be.
Every time Lenny hit, his goal had never been to hurt the devils.
Rather, in his mind's eye, he was searching for it. He was searching for the sweet spot.
He was searching for that point at which the hit went in and made its recoil.
He needed to know how the hit was absorbed and then sent back to him.
Most if not all assassins f his former world were good students of science.
After all, one could not tell when such information about the density of material could save one's life in a precarious position.
For this reason, Assassins were sensitive to the materials in their environment.
Whether it was smell, touch, or even the taste of it.
Their chemical and physical properties were firmly stamped in their heads.
However, the bodies of these devils were nothing like he had ever felt before.
But then again, that should not be possible.
After all, they were still to a specific level Organic matter. Although of a different one than he was used to, the fact still remained. These devils were still Matter.
Matter still remained anything that had weight and could occupy space.
These devils were Matter.
This meant that they had to be made of something.
After all, they did not just poof out of thin air.
Even if, they had to be made from something.
And that was what Lenny had been searching for from the beginning of the fight.
Every time he made a hit, he had done something many would never believe was possible.
Using the feel of the devil's shell against his skin, and the Vibration the recoil sent into his muscles, he had been searching deep within his head for what the devils were made of.
All of which was in relation to the temperature of the room, humidity and how the surface of the devils' shells reacted to all these things.
With every attack he made, his mind performed hundreds of Chemical reactions in his head, mixing up known materials of the periodic table and predicting what their various results would be.
In other words, he was conducting bio research on the devils before his eyes in his head, using only the feel of his touch and the recoil from the devils body that he felt in his muscles.
After all, every object reacted in a different way when it was hit hard by an external force.
Some absorbed the hit in total, some absorbed a part of it while dissipating the remaining about its body, and some totally rejected everything that was offered.
However, the devil's body absorbed the hit, and seemed to amplify it in its body in a fraction of a second and sent it back.
Lenny had not just destroyed his hearing because he was trying to stop the sound of the drumming from destroying his coordination, but because he did not want external distractions or influence while his brain multitasked on conducting experiments to find the weakness of the devils' shells.
He did this even at the risk of getting injured and bruised. Even though his muscles tore and pain originated from deep within his bones, he did not stop, and neither did he back off.
What made a great Assassin great, was not just in accomplishing assignments but in their ability to adapt to any and every situation no matter what the cost may be.
Lenny had found himself in such a precarious situation, and his highly trained mind kicked into overdrive.
After his mind had discovered the properties of the shells, the next step was on how to break through it while also minding the fact that he needed to ensure that what so ever solution he arrived at ensured that the devils had a quick death.
After all, he was still under the Satan system's timer.
If he missed, the only solution would be death.
At this point, Lenny concluded on using his white flames.
However, he did not totally release it.
Rather, he filled up his palm with the heating effect of the white flame.
This was the secret to his attacks.
He was using heat to kick back the recoil.
His hands had moved very fast.
To the untrained eyes like that of C888's. All he had done was send out three attacks.
One for each devil.
But in truth, he had actually hit six times.
Two for each devil.
When his right hand moved, he first hit with the tip of his fingers so that the hit would go into the shell of the devil, and then just when it was about to recoil, his palm that was filled with white flames would hit at the point of the recoil.
Thereby forcing the recoil back into the body of the shell.
This would make the energy circulate a few times inside the body of the devil.
Since the shell already had an amplifying effect, the attack would amplify itself many times in the shell.
Every object had its limit when it came to energy.
That is, there was only so much it could take.
The continuous amplification made the shell destroy itself and then the remnant of the energy coagulated at the centre of the devil's body, and this was what resulted in the bursting of its centre.
The three devils fell like trees desired by Lumbermen.
Lenny wiped the blood from his mouth.
This had been his sacrifice to achieve the impossibility that he had just made a reality.
Next, he was going to kill all in his path...
(Author's note: WOW! I too, almost confused myself there...LOL. but it is what it is. Hope you loved it. This extra chapter is for the encouragement. Thanks, guys for the golden tickets I see it all)
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