Hafen used his telekinesis to levitate rocks and pebbles.
Matteo rushed around the clearing and ran up the tree trunks.
Stark demonstrated his super strength by punching a huge rock.
After a while, the two strangers were impressed. The Exalted One commended their abilities. He continued that they had a strange signature. Sabre commented that they were strong for little kids.
Stark wondered what their techniques were.
Sabre smirked. He asked if he wanted to spar.
Stark accepted the challenge. Matteo was excited. Hafen was skeptical, though. He was not sure that the pair were good people.
Sabre, after walking a couple of meters away from Stark, prepared himself.
Stark got into his fighting stance. Dust blew away from his feet.
The strangers were in disbelief. The Exalted One commented that his power was growing, exponentially. It was unbelievable.
Stark stayed silent. His brothers watched in wonder and excitement for the outcome. Stark ran towards Sabre at full power.
Oddly, Sabre, unfazed, stood still.
Stark jumped into the air and threw a punch towards his face. He screamed and his fist connected with Sabre's arm.
Sabre had managed to block it with his arm. In an instant, the ground broke, and a small crater was formed. The sheer force pushed Sabre back as Stark landed on the ground. There was an explosion of dust. Matteo and Hafen were in awe.
Stark stared at the cloud of smoke. His hand was bloody. He was also breathing heavily. He was exhausted from one attack.
Matteo questioned if Stark just won against someone from outside world.
Stark looked at his bloody hand.
As the smoke cleared, Hafen was surprised and alerted that it was not over, yet.
Suddenly, a foot emerged from within the smoke. It stepped on the ground and kicked the dust away. Sabre stood, tall and without a scratch. He had an eerie smirk on his face. He walked towards Stark. He commented that it was not bad of a punch. He was impressed.
Stark looked shook. He muttered that he gave it his all on that attack.
Sabre explained that he had seen many fighters, but no one like the brothers. He questioned if Stark could feel it, if he could sense the thrill of battle.
Stark replied that he could not. He questioned what Sabre meant.
The Exalted One watched from the porch. He chuckled and commented that the brothers could not understand. They may be too young. It was a shame, yet it would be more exciting to see their growth.
Stark looked at his bloody hand. He clenched it.
Sabre smiled and commented that he could feel the passion for battle in his blood. He praised Stark.
Matteo and Hafen were astonished by Sabre's power. They questioned how he could block a full-powered punch from Stark.
Sabre elaborated that the brothers were special. He stated that only people who have achieved a certain level of strength could be able to use the energy that the body produces. He concluded that he could not believe that mere human kids were able to use it so easily.
As he gazed at the energy radiating in the forest, The Exalted One revealed that their bodies had a unique quality. It stored more energy than others. They were special, indeed.
Sabre menacingly walked towards Stark. He asked if he was ready.
Stark, determined, rushed towards Sabre. Hafen and Matteo were nervous for Stark.
Sabre smirked, and he, all of a sudden, rushed at Stark with a crazed look. He crouched and punched him in the gut.
Stark grunted and fell on his knees. He harshly coughed. The brothers were shocked.
Sabre, not satisfied, continued his assault. He kicked Stark's face.
Blood came from his nose and mouth. Stark fell onto his back. He laid on the ground, motionless.
As slobber fell from his cheek, Sabre stared at Stark with the eyes of a predator. He chuckled and asked Stark how he planned on surviving in the outside world if he was defeated so easily.
Suddenly, Stark's hand started to move. Hafen and Matteo were in shock.
Sabre watched, entertained.
Stark slowly and painfully sat up. He muttered that it was not over yet. He scowled at Sabre. With a fierce look in his eyes, he limped towards him.
Sabre questioned Stark's resolve and asked him why he was so desperate to be strong.
Stark, without responding, attacked.
Sabre dodged Stark's punches.
The brothers watched, in awe, as Stark kept on trying. After a while, Stark fell onto his knees. He was panting. His head was down. Hafen and Matteo exclaimed in concern. They ran to his aid. Matteo, as he reached Stark, knelt down. He was shocked to see Stark's wounds.
The Exalted One demanded Sabre to snap out of it.
Hafen questioned if his parents taught him to hold back. Hafen and Matteo glared at Sabre.
The Exalted One nervously remarked that Sabre went too far. He apologized for him.
Suddenly, Sabre laughed.
The brothers were confused. Stark looked up.
Sabre revealed that he was not even trying, yet. He still had the crazed look. Still, he commended Stark's stubbornness. He declared that Stark could not beat him with his current strength. Sabre elaborated that he had the drive, the will, and the ambition to reach his goal, but he lacked the strength.
Stark looked up at him and asked how he was so strong.
Sabre smiled. He asked if Stark could see it and if he could feel it.
Stark's eyes widened. Hafen and Matteo were also surprised.
A menacing aura emanated from Sabre. Sabre proclaimed that it was his will to live and his desire to become the strongest that made him strong. It was the energy from his body, from his soul, that defeated Stark.
Stark was astounded. He looked at his bloody hand.
The two strangers walked back to the porch.
Stark looked at them and questioned if there were more people like them.
The Exalted One revealed that the brothers were not the only special people out there.
Stark's eyes widened. Hafen and Matteo were amazed.
The Exalted One continued that there were others with similar qualities. He finished his statement by asking the brothers if they wanted to get stronger.
The trio nodded.
The Exalted One chuckled and stated that the outside world was the place to train and grow. He elaborated that there were endless mysteries and challenges.