The Realist activates the second form of Reality, which enhances his strength and speed.
"You always say, I will f*ck your a$$, your a$$ this and your a$$ that. ' Look, I am not criticizing, but are you gay for some reason?" Yotoo said.
Yotoo is a superhero who can predict the math behind every single movement that is happening within a 50-meter radius.
Using math, he can predict and dodge every single punch thrown at him or shot fired at him.
Realist does not reply to him and, without a second thought, fires a shot at him.
Yotoo twists his finger around the coming bullet, which is travelling at 300 meters per second, and predicts the right amount of touch to stop the bullet mid-air. Yotoo smiles and shows him the bullet in his hand without any damage.
Yotoo laughs and starts dancing.
Realist is confused as hell. Firstly, gayman and now dancing man.
"Can anyone the f*ck tells me where these motherf*cking motherf*ckers come from?" Realist shouted.
"You bring them, they're all here because of you," Dante said on the speaker.
Realist again loudly said, "I mean, you got all varieties of freaks in here, like who the f*ck is named Gayman, and nobody doesn't know what the f*ck is this gooner doing, and please don't tell me there are supesnamed as d*ckman or P*ssyman."
A man raises his hand.
Realist facial expressions completely change and softly say," Are you really d*ckman?"
He replies," No, I am not."
"Then, why the f*ck did you raise your hand?" Realist angrily said.
He said," cause I am P*ssyman, d*ckman is over there
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttttttttttttttttttt the f*ck dude, f***********cccccccckkkkkk, just stop, just f*cking stop"
D*ckman raised his hand and said," Can I explain my powers?"
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo please don't" Realist replies.
Yotoo throws the bullet he caught earlier. He threw the bullet with precise calculations so it landed on his boot, it bounces and hits the sword, from there it goes under the helmet of Realist, reflects from the underside of the helmet onto his eye.
" Motherf*cker, why the f*ckyouo udo that? " Realist said.
"Bro, cause we're fighting, bro," Yotoo replies.
"I mean, why all this bullsh*t just directly thrown into my eye, my helmet is broken, can't you see?" Realist said.
Yotoo rubs his head and replies," Well, I did not think about it, bro, but don't worry, bro, bro next time it will be a direct shot."
Realist swings at him, and he dodges it so easily that it seems he dodges a kid's swing.
Realist tries a few more times, every single time the result is the same, but it is all part of his plan. Realist wants to trap him by making him believe that he only swings.
Realist takes a deep breath. This time, he swings, but shortly after the swing, he throws a kick, then a punch, then again a punch, then again a punch, then a headbutt.
Realist caught him with a headbutt.
Yotoo walks a few steps, then falls.
That motherf*cker was tough." Realist says.
D*ckman wraps his d*ck around Realist's neck.
Initially, Realist does not know what it is, so he was playing cool, but as soon as he realizes, he screams and jumps in the air, then backflips and cuts the d*ck off from d*ckman.
Realist grabs a bottle and washes his neck. As he turns around, he sees P*ssyman standing and smiling.
"Wait, don't tell me you...you have" Realist stutters.
" I am just too scared to fight, that's why," P*ssyman said.
"Oh, ok, just get out of here," Realist tells him.
When he started running, it was without his head. His head is already cut off by Realist.
"Did you forget Misa? Did you forget her motherf*ckers?" Realist shouted.
Realist kicks P*ssyman's head toward Taker, a man who can vanish as he catches P*ssyman's head. He vomits.
Realist pierces a sword between his eyes.
Solomon tries to crush Realist by stepping on him, but Realist dodges, rolls, and slashes his foot. When Solomon gets down on his knees, Realist cuts his head off.
Double H runs at Realist, Realist jumps over his head, grabs him by his hair, and slams him on the ground, putting him on his back and hitting him with the handle of the sword to death.
The Ox charges at Realist,
Realist holds his head with two hands and applies force to stop him, but The Ox drags him to the other side of the Parliament.
Realist bends Ox's neck and puts him down; Ox kicks him away.
Realist runs, jumps, and lands on top of the Ox. The Ox starts bucking.
The Ox runs at the Supers. Realist stands on top of the Ox, slashes Jamman, then cuts the head off Pigeon ( also a superhero), then jumps at the Chair of the Speaker, where Dante is sitting.
Dante stands up and kicks Realist, who drops him down the Chair.
Realist hits the ground, and his helmet falls away from him. Realist panicked and stood up immediately.
Mud traps Realist in the mud.
Realist slashes the mud around and escapes. The mud tries to trap him again, Realist runs away and starts doing the rolls to avoid getting trapped.
When he rolled, Mob stabbed him with a knife. Realist hit him with a spear hand, also known as a finger thrust on the throat, which broke his neck from the front.
The mud again traps his foot. Realist cuts his foot off and draws swords at Mud.
The sandman traps him from behind in sand.
Realist tries to slash the sand but couldn't do it. When he tries to break free with raw force, the mud also wraps itself around him on top of the sand, trapping him in an unbreakable structure.
THIRD FORM OF REALITY
Realist activates the third form of Reality, which means that everything that comes in contact with the Realist will catch fire.
Realist Burns the sand and mud around him.