Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic

Chapter 50: Poe Cup III



Luke was running alongside Andrew in the direction of the crypt. The island was covered with dense vegetation, with trees swaying gently in the breeze. The sun's rays filtered through the leaves.

Luke again heard an angry shout similar to when they were in the canoes. It was again Veronica's annoying ex-boyfriend running at an incredible speed without caring where he stepped.

This time, he partially transformed his body into a werewolf's form. His arms and legs were covered in hair and strong-muscled.

Only his torso and head were missing, and he would be a 100 percent werewolf. His body was taller than normal because of his transformed limbs. The aura that enveloped him was heavy and intimidating.

'Tsch, how annoying,' Luke thought with a grimace. He felt Tommy's fury was directed at him as he looked at him as if they were mortal enemies.

"I'll take care of it. You run to the crypt," Andrew said with a grin, running toward Tommy. "Tommy!" shouted Andrew, partially transforming into a werewolf like his enemy.

Luke kept running without looking back. He heard a loud rumble. Most likely when the two werewolves collided.

He had long ago learned that Wednesday's world was much stronger and more dangerous than the one he had seen in the Netflix series. Poe's run in the series was very uneventful. There weren't these intense fights over trying to grab the damn flag.

Luke, with his extrasensory ability, managed to see two arrows heading towards him at an ever-increasing speed. He turned his head and, with his telekinesis, deflected them without much difficulty.

"Hey, that's going a bit far!" shouted Luke, looking towards Veronica and Daphne, who were chasing him.

Both girls were surprised that Luke realized that two arrows were heading towards him. The boy was running, making noise. How did he notice?

"All's fair in the Poe Cup. I'll show no mercy because you're my junior," Daphne said with her usual icy expression.

Luke clicked his tongue slightly and kept running. All three were psychics; though he was a year younger, with a head start, he would get to the crypt first. Then he would see to his safe return to the canoe.

"I can't order him to stop if I don't make eye contact with him," Veronica said with a frown. "It doesn't matter. He'll have to take the flag and turn around. At that point, we will intercept him," said Daphne, and Veronica nodded.

"You're slow... I'll go ahead," added Daphne, starting to run faster.

"A girl shouldn't have muscles!" said Veronica, justifying herself. Unlike her friend, she didn't do much physical activity. She was a rear-end person with a blue and green aura.

Luke finally made it to the crypt. Joseph Crackstone's crypt was carved out of rock that already had a weathered appearance and was covered a bit with the island's vegetation. It had an ancient and mysterious appearance.

Around the crypt, two humanoid statues stood more than three meters tall. They had robes and hoods over their faces. Most strikingly, they had huge wings on their backs.

Luke couldn't stop looking at the crypt and wondering if the Crackstone madman made deals with demons, if the statues represented demons, or whatever crazy theory.

Two sticks with banners were heading towards his head at an incredible speed. If it weren't for his clairvoyant aura, it would be impossible for him to have been able to observe them.

As he was about to defend himself from the murderous sticks that wanted to pierce his head, two precise arrows broke the sticks. Daphne arrived on the scene and stood next to Luke, looking into the crypt.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Luke was also looking at the crypt with a serious face. Six unidentified people with black robes and hoods covering their faces stood in the crypt, looking at them.

One of these people was holding the flags and was the one who attacked Luke suddenly, "Whoa, you were able to destroy the sticks with those arrows. Girl, you got some skill," that person said. His tone of voice was husky, and his height was about six feet tall.

"This is private land. You can't be here," Daphne said, looking cautiously at the unfamiliar group of people. She sensed a dark aura about most of them. These were not guests who wanted a cup of tea.

"Hiding our faces with hoods and masks is for a reason, don't you think?" said another of the people in a mocking tone. This person was lanky and of slim build.

'Don't tell me they're from the Academy of the Dark Arts,' thought Luke. In his questioning of Sabrina, he managed to learn that the Spellman girl attended this academy, which was much more extreme than Nevermore.

Perhaps she asked for help from her crazy friends to help complete her mission, though it didn't make much sense. Because the girl always seemed to be confident that she could kill him easily.

The other option is that they are members of the Spellman family, which is also a valid option.

Luke, without thinking twice, controlled with his telekinesis the fragments of sticks that were thrown at the large man. The speed surpassed that of the man who covered himself with his x-shaped arms.

"Hey, easy, famous guy," said the man, his tone hiding astonishment. He could only take cover. He couldn't have tried to dodge.

'His skin is tougher than normal. A werewolf?' thought Luke. He had six enemies that would most likely be here to assassinate him. He had to know what abilities they had as soon as

possible.

He could find out if he used his clairvoyance, but the ability to see the powers of others is visible, and he doesn't want Sabrina to know he has another aura. He's not sure if he'll be able to kill everyone. He does not want hooded people to escape and have information that possesses more than one aura.

"Who are these people?" asked Veronica, finally reaching the crypt.

'People who want to kill me,' Luke thought, but said nothing.

"Enemies, get ready," replied Daphne, putting three arrows from one in her bow.

"Kill, kill, kill..." whispered two of the hooded men as they crouched down a little and put their hands on their heads.

'It is no longer possible to control its bloodlust...' thought one of the hooded men sitting on top of the crypt. His figure was smaller and more delicate.

"Kill those two girls," said the hooded person. His words seemed to have special powers over the two hooded men, who seemed to want to murder at all costs. It was as if the chains that once bound them had been destroyed.

"KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!" they shouted, breaking the hood and exposing their faces. These were two ugly old hags.

'Hags again? This time it's two of them,' Luke thought with a frown, watching the hags launch themselves at Veronica and Daphne.

Another thing that struck him as odd was that the hags were very patient until that small- built person ordered them to kill Veronica and Daphne. As if he could control them.

He had no more time to think as two hooded men attacked him. One was the one who attacked him earlier with the flag sticks, and the other was the lanky one with a mocking tone of voice. "You're ours, famous writer!" shouted the burly man, crushing the place where Luke was

before.

Luke, to dodge the blow of this person who surpassed him in physical strength and speed, used telekinetic waves to push himself.

It was a strange feeling to be hit by the very telekinetic waves that you control, but if you control the power well, it is as if the wind pushes you gently without doing much damage. He could only track her movements thanks to his observation of Haki. If he only had his telekinetic aura, he wouldn't be able to dodge it and would have to fight head-on. 'Luke!' thought Veronica worriedly, looking towards Luke, who was attacked by two sane enemy people, not like the hag.

"Pay attention, Veronica!" shouted Daphne, defending herself from a hag attack. Veronica turned her attention back to her battle and noticed that she had a hag a medium distance away from her. The hag stretched out her arm and swung at her.

'That attack is not going anywhere,' thought Veronica confidently. What she didn't expect was that the hag's arm stretched out to reach her stomach and hit her. Luckily, she managed to take a step back and lessen the impact of the blow.

Luke was paying 100 percent attention to their fight. It was a two-versus-one. Nothing was clean, but it was to be expected from their enemies. Two of the hooded people stood in the crypt, watching the whole situation.

To Luke's surprise, he was at a disadvantage. He wanted to immobilize or send the attacking strongman flying, but his telekinetic waves were stopped. This was because of the lanky man who was making gestures with his hands and was only following his companion. A kind of

support.

"He's a faceless one. The perfect outcast to counter a telekinetic," said Edgar, coming out of the collar and watching his descendant fight.

[I know. You don't have to tell me] said Luke with a grimace.

In his time at Nevermore, Luke learned the power of the faceless. A type of outcast who, as the

name implies, is faceless. These outcasts have the power to alter matter. This allows them to change the physical form of objects or create them from nothing.

The ability Luke's faceless enemy is using is to distort space with his manipulation of matter at the molecular level. This way, he stops Luke's telekinetic waves that want to immobilize or

send his partner flying.

'What an annoying ability,' thought Luke, looking at the lanky guy with a frown. The desire to crush this faceless one was growing more and more.

"Stop dodging, you bastard!" shouted the hulking man, striking Luke with his sharp grip.

Luke was pushed by an invisible force at just the right moment, managing to dodge his enemy's blow. Since he launched the telekinetic waves at the right moment, he didn't give the faceless man a chance to interfere with them. Besides that, the faceless one has a range of

distance, he would have to be close to Luke to want to stop the very telekinetic waves Luke uses on himself.

The hooded man's claws sank deep into the bark, ripping, splintering, and tearing the wood. As it got caught with its claws, it gave Luke time to get to a safer distance and regain some air.

'With that, I can be sure it's a werewolf,' Luke thought, seeing the hooded man's furry,

clawed hand.

'How does he dodge Sid's attacks?' thought the faceless one, surprised by Luke's perfect

dodges. One would assume that a psychic with a yellow aura wouldn't have the reflexes to dodge the swift attacks of his werewolf partner.

He knew Luke used telekinetic waves to push himself, but for this, you needed a huge reaction speed. It was as if Luke knew how and where his partner would attack.

"The barrier won't last long. We must finish it as soon as possible," said the faceless one in a

low tone near Sid.

"Good. He won't get away from me this time," growled the werewolf, pulling his claws out of

the tree and leaving a large mark.

"Escape?" asked Luke in a cold tone.

The earth began to shake intensely. A tree behind Luke began to rise higher and higher,

defying gravity itself.

The roots, once deeply rooted in the earth, twist and tear as the tree rises, leaving a dark,

empty hole in the ground.

The tree's branches shake in protest as they pull away from the ground, reaching higher and

higher. Finally, a tree over ten meters and 300kg or more stopped in mid-air and hovered

behind Luke.

The werewolf and the faceless one gawked at the floating tree. Though their expressions were

not visible, they had masks on.

'This is not good...' thought the faceless one swallowing saliva. His manipulation of the

matter could no longer do anything. This is because Luke is already controlling the tree. The tree is under Luke's direct control. Besides, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't distort space to try to render Luke's telekinesis useless. He would have to be too fast

to encompass the entire tree, which was over 10 meters long.

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