NOVEL WEB Chapter 8: Chapter 8: The Fracture of Power
Chapter 8: The Fracture of Power
The battle within the outpost raged on, but Ben knew that it was just the beginning. They had accomplished their objective—crippling the communications and supply lines—but Frieza's appearance had changed the stakes. He knew that the tyrant wasn't one to leave unfinished business, especially when someone like Ben was involved. This wasn't going to be a simple skirmish; this was a declaration of war.
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Ben stood in the midst of the chaos, his Feedback form still glowing with energy as he absorbed the blasts from Frieza's soldiers and redirected them back at their assailants. His team fought valiantly, but Frieza's forces were relentless. The alien warlord had made his way to the battlefield, and now there was no going back.
Frieza hovered above, his golden armor gleaming under the moonlight, his presence commanding attention. His cold, calculating eyes scanned the battlefield, taking in the destruction with a sense of detached amusement. He had already given the order for his soldiers to retreat and regroup, no longer concerned with the immediate skirmish. Ben was now his focus.
"Well, well," Frieza said, his voice dripping with malice. "It seems you think yourself clever, don't you? A mere monkey with a fancy device on his wrist trying to outwit me. How adorable."
Ben gritted his teeth, his hands crackling with energy. Frieza's words stung, but he couldn't afford to be distracted by them. The situation was far too dire for him to lose focus. He needed to think quickly, not just for himself, but for his team.
"We're not done yet, Frieza," Ben called out, his voice firm. "We've only just begun."
Frieza chuckled darkly, his fingers gently tapping the arm of his hovering chair. "You think I'm going to let you escape? After everything you've done? You're out of your league."
Ben smirked, his eyes narrowing. He had anticipated this moment. Frieza wasn't just an arrogant tyrant; he was a master strategist. If Ben was going to win this war, it would take more than raw power. It would take wits, precision, and careful planning.
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A wave of soldiers began to swarm the perimeter, surrounding Ben and his allies. They were outnumbered, but not outmatched. Ben had prepared for this. He reached for the Omnitrix again, his mind racing with options. But this time, he didn't just think of power—he thought of strategy.
The Omnitrix glowed as Ben pressed it, transforming again. This time, he became a creature with speed and agility—a sleek, sharp-eyed form with enhanced reflexes. XLR8. The alien's ability to move faster than the eye could follow would give Ben the edge he needed to outmaneuver Frieza's forces.
In an instant, Ben darted forward, his body a blur of motion. He weaved through the soldiers, dodging their attacks with ease. His hands moved faster than they could react, knocking out several of the Frieza Force grunts before they even realized what was happening. The sight of XLR8's blinding speed created confusion in the ranks, giving Ben's team the opportunity to launch their counterattack.
But as he moved, Frieza's cold laughter echoed through the air.
"Speed won't save you, little monkey."
Ben's heart skipped a beat. He knew Frieza wasn't just taunting—he was preparing something.
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Suddenly, the air seemed to vibrate. Frieza's form began to glow, and in a flash, he transformed, his golden energy erupting into an overwhelming aura of power. The ground trembled beneath Ben's feet as Frieza's Golden Form descended from the sky, his energy pulsating like a furious storm.
Ben's jaw tightened as he saw the transformation. This was no ordinary battle. The stakes had just been raised to an unimaginable height.
"You wanted a fight?" Frieza's voice boomed. "You'll get one."
Ben slowed his movements, now fully aware of the deadly nature of the situation. XLR8's speed might not be enough against a being of Frieza's caliber. This wasn't a fight he could win on speed alone.
With a deep breath, Ben reverted back to his base form, his mind working at full capacity. He needed to outthink Frieza. Power alone wouldn't win this fight. He had to use his knowledge of the enemy, his mastery of the Omnitrix, and his tactical brilliance to turn the tide.
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Frieza hovered above, his energy rising to dangerous levels. His smile was wide, his confidence unshaken. "So, you've decided to stop running? How noble. How stupid."
Ben clenched his fists, stepping forward. "You think I'm stupid, Frieza? I know exactly what you are."
Frieza raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Do you? Then tell me, what am I?"
Ben smirked, his eyes locked onto Frieza's. "You're a tyrant. A bully. And you're terrified. You want to control everything because deep down, you fear losing it all."
Frieza's eyes narrowed, his aura flaring brighter. "You have no idea what you're talking about. But I will enjoy proving you wrong."
The ground cracked beneath them as Frieza charged at Ben, his fist crackling with golden energy. Ben barely had time to react, but as Frieza's fist slammed into the ground where he had been standing, Ben had already dodged. His mind raced, calculating Frieza's next move, but Frieza was far quicker than anyone Ben had faced before.
Ben knew that he couldn't keep dodging forever. He needed a plan.
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In a split second, Ben pressed the Omnitrix again, this time choosing a form he had never used before—Four Arms. His body enlarged, muscles bulging with immense strength. With each swing of his powerful limbs, he sent Frieza's soldiers flying, clearing the battlefield for the final confrontation.
Frieza paused, watching the transformation with interest. "Impressive," he said, "but ultimately futile. You really think you can stand against me?"
Ben cracked his knuckles, his eyes steely with determination. "You've underestimated me, Frieza."
Ben charged forward with newfound strength, his fists pounding into the ground with enough force to shake the earth itself. The battle between the two erupted in a storm of energy blasts, punches, and devastating attacks. Ben used his superior size and strength to keep up with Frieza, but he knew he couldn't just rely on raw power.
In the midst of the chaos, Ben saw an opening. Frieza's guard dropped for just a moment, and that was all Ben needed. In a split second, he lunged forward, grabbing Frieza by the tail and slamming him into the ground.
Frieza groaned in pain, but his pride was unshaken. "You really think that's enough to defeat me?"
Ben smirked. "No. But it's a start."
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As Frieza struggled to regain his footing, Ben quickly pressed the Omnitrix once more, switching to Heatblast. His fiery form erupted with flames as he launched a powerful beam of fire at Frieza, who barely managed to dodge. The fire engulfed the area, creating a wall of flame that separated Ben from Frieza for a brief moment.
Frieza growled, his golden form flickering with power. "You have one last chance to bow before me. Otherwise, I will destroy everything you hold dear."
Ben stood tall, sweat beading on his forehead. "You'll have to kill me first."
As the flames died down, the two warriors stared each other down, knowing that the true battle had only just begun.
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