The pressure on his shoulder didn't feel like a hand at all.
It felt like an entire mountain range had suddenly pressed down.
Barry Allen trembled all over, trying to resist the force.
His proud kinetic energy was effortlessly suppressed by that hand.
The reactive force traveled down his spine, all the way to his feet.
The asphalt road beneath his feet could no longer bear it.
Black cracks spread wildly in all directions like venomous snakes come to life.
"You..."
Barry gritted his teeth, squeezing out a single word.
He wanted to break free.
But that hand was like an iron clamp welded to his shoulder, unmoving.
"Too slow."
Tel-Ror's voice sounded in his ear.
Flat, yet filled with maddening disappointment.
"Your speed, I've adapted to it."
"The game, it's over."
After speaking, Tel-Ror's hand on his shoulder began to clench.
An unimaginable grip was about to crush his collarbone.
"Is that so?"
A flicker of cunning crossed Barry's eyes.
Buzz—
His body began to vibrate at a high frequency.
His entire figure became blurry, transparent.
Tel-Ror's hand passed through his shoulder without obstruction.
It grabbed nothing but air.
Phased state!
Now!
Barry Allen's figure solidified again in front of Tel-Ror.
He didn't retreat.
Instead, he twisted his waist, rotated his body, and gathered strength.
All the kinetic energy that had been forcibly interrupted found a perfect outlet at this moment.
An uppercut, imbued with all his strength.
Swung upwards fiercely from an incredibly tricky angle.
His fist tore through the air, letting out a sharp whistle.
It landed squarely on Tel-Ror's chin.
Bang!
A dull thud.
Tel-Ror's face, which had always held a playful smile, was knocked upwards.
His entire body was also carried upwards by this immense force.
"Hmph..."
Barry landed on one knee, panting heavily.
He looked up at the figure flying into the air, a sense of relief after escaping danger welling up inside him.
"Do you know now?"
"I can do more than just run!"
However.
His relief lasted less than a second.
In mid-air.
Tel-Ror simply flipped casually in the air and stabilized himself.
He looked down at Barry.
There wasn't even a red mark on his chin.
He even stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
The infuriating playfulness in his eyes had not disappeared.
Instead, it had become even more intense, more excited.
"Interesting."
"Again."
Before his words faded.
Tel-Ror's figure vanished.
Barry's pupils constricted.
Not good!
Without thinking, he immediately turned into a red lightning bolt and disappeared from his spot.
The next second.
Tel-Ror's figure appeared where he had just been standing.
He stomped down.
The hard ground was imprinted with a shallow pit over a meter in diameter.
Gravel flew.
"You dodged well. It might not be the same next time!"
Tel-Ror looked up, his gaze locked on the red electric light streaking through the city buildings.
He smiled.
This time, he showed his white teeth.
It was the genuine joy of finding a worthy opponent.
His body crouched slightly.
Then.
The ground beneath his feet collapsed and sank.
His entire body shot up like a cannonball, chasing after that red lightning bolt.
A chase of speed and strength officially began under the night sky of Central City.
Barry pushed his speed to the extreme.
He dared not hold back in the slightest.
But the oppressive feeling, like a shadow, behind him, he couldn't shake off.
If he couldn't shake it off!
Then he would fight!
Barry turned around, no longer fleeing, and actively charged towards Tel-Ror.
His fists became countless afterimages.
Each punch carried the sonic boom of tearing air.
He launched a storm-like attack against Tel-Ror's body.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
A series of dense sounds, like heavy drums being struck, echoed in the night sky.
In one second.
Barry threw over a thousand punches.
The force of each punch was enough to penetrate a meter-thick steel plate.
The more he fought, the heavier his heart became.
Because Tel-Ror simply crossed his arms over his chest.
He endured all of Barry's attacks head-on.
The opponent's body was like an unshakeable mountain.
"Is that all the strength you have?"
Tel-Ror's voice came from within the flurry of fists, laced with mockery.
"Are you tickling me?"
As soon as his words fell.
His previously crossed arms suddenly spread open.
A wave of air exploded.
Barry was shaken back half a step by this force.
It was this half-step distance.
Tel-Ror began to counterattack.
His fists also quickened.
At first, Barry could easily see his movements.
But very quickly.
Tel-Ror's punching speed was rapidly increasing at a terrifying rate.
One punch, two punches, ten punches, a hundred punches!
The afterimages of his fists turned from white to gray, and finally completely disappeared into the air.
Between the two, only clusters of white airwaves burst out when fist met fist.
Dull explosions merged into a continuous roar.
Turning into thunder!
The air beneath their feet was completely shattered by this terrifying exchange of punches.
Invisible shockwaves spread in all directions like a tsunami.
Along both sides of the street.
The glass curtain walls of skyscrapers could no longer withstand this high-frequency vibration.
Crash—!
The glass throughout the entire block shattered simultaneously.
Countless glass shards, like a crystal-clear downpour, rained down from the sky.
On the ground, car alarms blared one after another, echoing throughout the city.
Barry saw it.
He saw the chaotic streets below, the cars thrown by the shockwaves.
He could even imagine how tomorrow's headlines would report this battle.
He was distracted.
Even if it was only for 0.1 seconds.
For a combat genius like Tel-Ror.
It was already enough.
"You can't look around during a fight."
Tel-Ror's voice sounded close to his ear.
Barry's heart jolted.
He wanted to retreat.
Too late.
A fist pierced through his impenetrable network of punches.
It solidly struck him in the chest.
Pfft!
Barry felt like his sternum had been gently kissed by a freight train.
An irresistible force exploded within his chest cavity.
He was instantly sent flying backward, tracing a tragic and beautiful red arc.
While still in mid-air.
Tel-Ror's figure quickly caught up.
He didn't throw another punch.
Instead, he reached out and grabbed Barry's falling right ankle.
Barry wanted to vibrate his body and enter the phased state again.
But the sharp pain from his chest caused a momentary stagnation in the power within his body.
Tel-Ror seized this opportunity.
His arm muscles bulged.
Grabbing Barry's ankle, he swung him down towards the ground like a human warhammer!
Boom!
A thunderous roar, louder than all the previous sounds combined.
Barry Allen's body was slammed heavily into the ground of the city center plaza.
The hard concrete ground was as fragile as tofu.
Centered on him, a giant crater over ten meters in diameter appeared out of nowhere.
Spiderweb-like cracks spread for nearly a hundred meters in all directions.
The entire plaza collapsed.
Barry lay at the bottom of the pit, blood continuously gushing from his mouth.
The red high-tech battle suit on his body was already tattered.
He struggled, trying to get up.
But every bone in his body had fractured to varying degrees.
Tel-Ror slowly descended from the air.
He stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at Barry at the bottom.
The excited fighting spirit in his eyes gradually faded.
"Looks like it's over."
"I thought you could entertain me a bit longer."
At this moment.
A majestic and angry voice sounded in the air.
Echoing throughout Central City.
"Stop!"