From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159: Your New Student

So far, Aron had done a good job dodging Hercules’ strikes, but he knew the truth.

One clean hit from that monster, and it was over. Bones shattered. Game finished.

He had never meant to strike Hercules. But when survival instincts kicked in, hesitation vanished. His body reacted on its own.

Now, it looked like that single blow had enraged the beast even more.

Because Hercules was holding an entire tree in his hands.

“If I get hit by that…” Aron’s breath caught. “I’m not sure I can survive it.”

No time to hesitate.

With a roar, Hercules swung the massive trunk like a baseball bat. The whoosh of the wind cutting through air sounded like a storm tearing through the woods.

The swing was low, smart. There was no room for Aron to slide under it like before, and the trunk was far too thick to vault over.

One option.

Aron turned, sprinted straight toward a tree ahead, ran up its trunk, and launched himself into the air.

The moment his feet left the bark, Hercules’ weapon tore through the forest.

CRACK! CRASH!

Trees splintered. Wood exploded. Even the one Aron had used as his springboard was demolished in a blink. The whole area behind him looked like a natural disaster had passed through.

He landed in a crouch, rolled, and turned to see the aftermath.

The forest was torn to pieces. Fallen trees stacked on each other like matchsticks. Bark and debris littered the ground like confetti from chaos.

And the tree Hercules had used? Broken clean in half.

From behind the treeline, the squad leader screamed into the wreckage.

“Aron, what the hell are you doing?! This isn’t a fight we can win! He’s not worth dying for!”

Right then, Aron calmly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“But to me, it is,” he said, straightening his tie like he wasn’t staring down a force of nature.

Even Hercules paused. For a brief second, he looked surprised that Aron had found a way to survive that.

“You’ve used up all your luck,” Hercules said. “I warned you. Told you to walk away.” His eyes narrowed. “But clearly… you came here with your own agenda.”

Then, something began to change.

Hercules stretched out his fingers. Muscles in his forearms twitched, then tightened. The veins bulged like cables under his skin. His limbs looked like they were compacting, but also somehow becoming denser, like stone wrapped in skin.

His calves hardened next, the tension so intense they looked chiseled out of granite.

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