RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 400 - 400: Familiar Faces

A clash between two powers of equal or near equal strength, if explosive, should result in a wild explosion when both energies go out of control.
What just happened between me and my opponent was quite similar.
With me using Full Counter, while my power would never be able to match my opponent's, when both our attacks collided, at the very least, a battle of energies should have occurred.
One person should not have been totally dominated, worst off when the person doing the domination was me.
She exploded with strength, I also exploded with strength, but what made the difference and led to my victory was our output.
Her repulsion technique didn't start at full power; it built up to the strength that made it a match for a bomb.
For me it was different, pushing my body to the limit, I released all the energy I had absorbed from the female's earlier strike in one punch, one instant.
With such divergences, there could not be any debate on who the winner would be. I conquered unquestionably, sending my opponent flying like a ragdoll.
I fell to my knees, looking to offer Ninja Momma assistance, but here she was, looking at me with worry, and I mean, even I was worried for myself.
"Does it hurt?" Isolde reached out and poked my right arm, slowly increasing the pressure.
The woman was messed up, blood running down her forehead, the top she had on barely hanging from her body, a bleeding hole in her shoulder. There was also the pain wrecking her body from the beatdown she had been enduring before we arrived, yet she forgot her pain to attend to mine.
"No, I can't feel a thing."
This powerful opponent that defeated Ninja Momma, that took out the mysterious priestess I had defeated, but at what cost.
My right arm was not just burnt a reddish black; it looked like it had been twisted several times over.
"Can you move a finger?"
"Nope."
"You know you might have just lost your arm, right?"
While it was possible I had caused my arm irreversible damage, my possession of healing potions and the system gave me calm.
"I don't think now is the time for such discussions."
Not skipping a beat, Ninja Momma nodded, and standing up, I lent her a hand but was surprised to see her shake her head.
"I can't walk."
Before I could question her, Isolde pointed to her ankles, my eyes widening as I saw blood running down her heel, her Achilles tendons sliced.
"Well, we have to get out of here, she'll be back soon."
I moved to pick the milf up, but quickly turned around as I picked up on a presence, my calculations definitely off.
"She's back already."
I didn't see when she stepped out of the building I had sent her through.
When I turned, the woman was a bit over ten meters from us. Her attire, which was made up of a black coat, was unscratched; her long hair didn't have the least sign of ruffle, it looked like it had just been done.
My opponent didn't put on makeup or lipstick, and I mean she didn't have to, with her natural beauty.
"Am I in an illusion?"
Looking at the woman, it seemed like my attack had inflicted no damage on her — a reality I found hard to accept.
"You broke my wand." The woman stopped after taking a few more steps, lifting up a short stick that had clearly lost a piece of itself.
Before she lifted her hand, I hadn't even seen that she was carrying a stick, but I didn't focus on that — my gaze instead locked on her expression, her tightening expression.
"I don't like that," she said, her tone calm, but I could tell she was pissed.
From the tip of the broken wand, a red hue leaked, and holding the wand like it were a pen, the woman began scribbling on the air.
"You'll have to pay," she muttered to my hearing, but that didn't bother me, my mind was rather reeling from a realization I was just having.
From the moment Isolde showed me the image of my opponent in the picture, I felt and knew she was familiar.
All through, I had been trying to put a memory or name on her to no avail. Even now, as I clashed with her, my arm getting messed up, nothing came to mind — that is, until she scribbled.
Since I came back to the past, got my hands on Psion, and began facing individuals that could move faster than Usain Bolt, there was only one instance in which I had come across a person scribbling, drawing out symbols, readying a ritual, Denise's dream.
There was no question about it, with the same looks and calm uncaring eyes, my opponent was the masked female I had seen in Denise's nightmare, the one who had crafted the ritual ground used to take the lives of the children of the Richard family.
"Marcus, she's dangerous, we have to run."
Isolde wasn't wrong about that. It didn't have much effect on me, but the woman bled a decaying danger.
Debating whether or not to summon the Fallen Knight, I knelt and picked up Isolde, carrying her bridal style.
My mind calculated the risk of unleashing the abominable soldier on his home ground, but before I could arrive at an answer, Mind Vision picked up on movement.
"The witches..."
Falling from the sky, a new player entered the vicinity.
Before his feet touched the ground, I activated Echo, my mind moving next to pull out the Fallen Knight — but then I identified the new entry.
Bam!!
With the kind of power he possessed, he did not need to brace as he landed. His body hit the ground with power, to my dismay falling beside us, and looking away from the woman who had stopped her action to look at him, he turned to us.
"Stay here."
"Do we listen to him?" Isolde deferred to me in this situation as he departed.
"If you want to live, yes," I said, looking at the back of the curly-haired man.