Chapter 492: Death of Space
Brock’s avalanche of palm strikes neutralized Starhair’s momentum just as he charged past the halfway mark. He was then pushed back. The hands kept slapping, a series of strikes so dense Starhair didn’t have time to teleport away. He tried regardless. A portal opened next to him, and just as he was halfway through it, a hand grabbed his robes and pulled him back out. There was no escaping this beating.
Starhair roared again. He gathered his hair into a soft shield, absorbing all impacts and reflecting them back. Hundreds of arms exploded, but Brock had many more. They kept crashing down. Starhair was smashed into a large planetary fragment and pushed through it until the entire thing shattered in a shower of ice. He kept flying backward until he rammed into the planet’s hard core. This time, because his shield was neutralizing most of the impact, he didn’t have the momentum to break through. He was stuck against the core, slowly forming a larger and larger crater as Brock pummeled him with palm strikes.
“Check it out!” Sophie's voice echoed. “Brock is going slap-happy on Starhair!”
Her comment must have enraged the peak B-Grade. He detonated a good part of his energy, erupting with enough force to pulverize the planet core below him and send away all of Brock’s golden arms. When the smoke cleared, Starhair sported a new form. He was now a ten-foot-tall humanoid made of starry hair. Jack assumed he’d somehow split his hair strands and turned them into armor.
“You fought well, but this ends now,” Starhair shouted. “Fall!” He charged at Brock, moving far faster than before, tearing up space wherever he passed. A few golden arms slapped into him, achieving nothing. He disintegrated them by merely rushing past.
His new set of armor gave him extreme defense, strength, and speed. He was vastly more powerful than before. It was clear he was going all-out, or at least close to it.
Facing this charging form, Brock didn’t panic. He brought his hands together. The Bro Code flipped to a new page, too fast for anyone to see, then slapped shut. “You are misbehaving,” Brock chanted slowly. “As your big bro, it is my duty to bring you back into line.”
Somehow, despite his slow words and Starhair’s blinding assault, he hadn’t arrived yet. Golden light erupted once again from Brock’s body. The ten thousand arms dissipated. So intense was the new burst of light that space shattered behind him, framing his figure in the void. Everyone looked away.
When they looked at Brock again, he was surrounded by the form of a golden brorilla. Jack knew it was a phantom because he’d seen this move before, but if he hadn’t, he would have certainly believed it was real. So lifelike and solid was the figure. It was a magnified version of Brock, shining golden from head to toe, radiating light like sort of brotherly buddha. His eyes held not anger, but love and strictness, as if Starhair was just a misbehaving child.