The Hero Returns with his Yandere Wife-Chapter 50 - 49

Ryn danced around Skullrend, flames flaring with every move. "You’re slow, big guy!" he taunted, ducking a wild swing and blasting Skullrend’s knee with a fireball. The villain roared, dropping to one leg, his cybernetic fist smashing the dock in frustration. "I’ll crush you!" he snarled, lunging again.

Ryn grinned, fire surging in his hands. "Crush this!" He leapt, driving a flaming knee into Skullrend’s chest, then unleashed a torrent of fire point-blank into his face. Skullrend howled, his metal jaw melting under the heat, his human eye blistering as he collapsed, writhing in agony.

But Skullrend wasn’t done yet.

With a guttural roar, the villain slammed his cybernetic fist into the dock, sending a shockwave that cracked the wooden planks beneath them. He surged up, smoke rising from his scorched face, his cybernetic eye flickering red. "You think a little fire is enough to take me down?" he snarled, spitting molten metal from his ruined jaw.

Ryn barely had time to brace before Skullrend lunged, his reinforced limbs a blur. The sheer force of the charge sent Ryn skidding back, boots digging into the burning wood. Skullrend followed up with a piston-powered punch, the air whistling as it hurtled toward Ryn’s skull.

Ryn twisted at the last second, dodging by inches, but Skullrend’s momentum didn’t slow. The villain seized a nearby shipping container and heaved it overhead, muscles straining as he hurled it straight at Ryn. The air cracked as the massive steel crate hurtled toward him.

Ryn reacted instantly. Flames erupted beneath his feet, launching him skyward. The crate smashed into the docks where he had stood, splintering the wood and sending debris flying like shrapnel. From above, Ryn retaliated, summoning a blazing inferno in both hands before launching a scorching barrage downward.

The firestorm engulfed Skullrend, but through the searing flames, the villain burst forward, his cybernetic limbs glowing red-hot. He swung wildly, his speed unnatural for his size, forcing Ryn to weave between the crushing blows. One glancing hit caught Ryn’s side, sending him sprawling across the smoldering dock.

Skullrend loomed over him, eyes burning with fury. "You’re not tough, you flames are a fraud," he sneered, raising a fist the size of a wrecking ball for the finishing blow.

But Ryn wasn’t done.

With a snarl, he planted both hands on the dock, flames coiling around his body. Heat surged in a single, concentrated burst—an explosion that sent Skullrend staggering back, his body blistered from the sheer intensity.

Ryn launched himself forward, a streak of fire, and drove a flaming fist into Skullrend’s gut with a bone-shattering impact.

The villain doubled over, wheezing, but Ryn didn’t stop. He grabbed Skullrend’s head, slamming it into the burning dock. "Stay. Down." Each word punctuated by another fiery punch, his flames searing deeper into the villain’s cybernetic plating.

Skullrend coughed, a mix of blood and molten metal dripping from his ruined jaw. Then, with a defiant glare, he activated something on his cybernetic arm. A hidden compartment hissed open, revealing a row of needle-like projectiles—each one tipped with a gleaming, unknown substance. "Let’s see you burn from the inside," he rasped, firing them point-blank into Ryn’s chest.

Pain flared like white-hot lightning. Ryn stumbled back, gritting his teeth as the projectiles dug into his flesh. His flames wavered for a fraction of a second—just long enough for Skullrend to capitalize. The villain roared, grabbing Ryn by the throat and lifting him high above the burning wreckage.

"You think you’re a hero?" Skullrend growled, his grip tightening, metal fingers pressing into Ryn’s windpipe. "There are no hereoes. You’re just a brat playing with fire."

Ryn’s vision darkened at the edges, but he forced a smirk. "Yeah? Then let’s play."

With the last of his strength, he focused every ounce of heat inside him, channeling it outward. His body ignited, the air around them turning into a furnace.

Skullrend’s grip faltered, his cybernetics beginning to overheat, servos whirring in distress. Ryn clenched his fists—and detonated.

The explosion sent both of them flying, a column of fire shooting into the night sky. Skullrend crashed into a pile of rubble, his cybernetics sparking, his flesh charred beyond recognition. Ryn tumbled across the broken dock, landing in a smoking heap.

Coughing, he pushed himself up, glaring at Skullrend’s unmoving form. "Told you," he muttered, flames flickering along his arms. He was about to land the final blow to Skullrend.

When...

A new heat signature flared in Ryn’s senses—fast and faint, streaking toward him at superhuman speed. Invisible to the naked eye, but not to him.

The spy from earlier, cloaked in stealth, aimed straight for his skull. Ryn played dumb, feigning focus on the chaos around him—then, at the last second, ducked and spun, grabbing the spy’s neck as he was mid-strike.

"Gotcha," Ryn growled, flames erupting from his grip. The spy’s invisibility burned away, revealing a wiry old man with a scarred face, now screaming as fire consumed him. His skin blistered, charred scars blooming anew, and Ryn slammed him to the ground, pinning him beneath a blazing hold.

Then recognition hit—those scars, that face. Ryn’s eyes widened before narrowing into a fierce, feral glare.

"You... You were there," he snarled, his voice rising to a roar that shook the docks. "I saw you! You know who killed my family—who was it? WHY?!"

His flames surged, burning hotter, the searing heat blistering the spy’s flesh. The sheer fury in his voice sent a shudder through even Skullrend, who lay groaning nearby.

The heroes, having just finished off the villains, turned to Ryn—and when he shouted, they shivered. First Mira and Frostveil and now Ryn. What demons had Elena called upon the world.

The spy choked, eyes bulging, struggling against the unbearable heat—but before he could answer, Skullrend surged up from the dock, a hidden blade snapping out from his cybernetic arm. "Die, you runt!" he rasped, stabbing for Ryn’s ribs.

Ryn twisted, releasing the spy just in time. The blade sliced a burning graze across his side, the pain sharp but ignored in his adrenaline-fueled rage. In one fluid motion, he turned back, a guttural roar ripping from his throat. "Die!"

A pillar of fire erupted from his hands, engulfing Skullrend entirely. The S-class villain shrieked, his metal jaw warping under the searing heat, his flesh crackling to ash. His cybernetic limbs spasmed, his body convulsed—and then, at last, he crumpled. Dead and withered to ash.

Ryn’s gaze snapped back to the spy—but—too late.

A gaping hole now marred the man’s skull, blood pooling beneath him.

Dead.

What just happened?