Chapter 841: Challenging A Monster
The flash of light blinded the entire group that was surrounded by the magic circle. They all felt a tingling sensation through their bodies as they could see nothing in front of them. As the light began to fade, suddenly new scenery appeared around them.
They were now in a dimly lit cave and were quite cramped inside.
“That felt strange, really strange,” Mada said.
“Did it? I thought it felt kind of nice,” Ricktor answered.
Mada just gave him an uncomfortable look, wondering how anyone could like that feeling. Then again, he remembered Ricktor was always strange compared to the rest.
“It always amazes me, honestly,” Kizer said. “How a human can do something like this? How can the things in our body just move us around like that?”
“I guess that’s why they call it magic,” Lily replied.
“Enough talking, you guys!” Alba said. “Remember what Raze said, we need to head to the town of Flendon straight away.”
The group moved to the exit and away from the spot where they had entered, but upon looking behind them, they were a little worried. Raze should only be a few moments, maybe minutes, behind them.
“I can stay behind,” Cronker said. “I’m the fastest, so I’ll be able to catch up as soon as he arrives to give you peace of mind.”
“No,” Rayna said. “Because you are the fastest, you should head to Flendon first. You could save a large number of lives. I want to wait for Raze too… but waiting will do nothing.”
“I’ll stay,” Dame replied. “I’m pretty fast on my feet as well. The rest of you go, it’ll be fine. I’m just as fast as Raze, so don’t be surprised if the two of us get to Flendon before you. Now, no questions-just scram.”
Rayna didn’t say anything else, and neither did Safa or Alba. They all left at that instant, heading to the town of Flendon.
While Dame waited in the cave, he began tapping his foot impatiently on the floor. The taps grew louder and louder.
“Raze, you should be here by now. Has something happened to you?” Dame said to himself. “But that’s impossible, right? We were all there with you in the room. Nothing could have happened to you.”
“But then why aren’t you here? It’s not like I can just head back to the academy and help you out… come on, Raze… come on.”
Dame felt useless, unable to help Raze, but the fact that several minutes had already passed and there was still no sign of him weighed heavily on his mind. Several times now, Dame had seen Raze push himself too far.
Even when he did, he would move from one task to the next. If he had pushed himself again in a troubling situation and arrived here, he might need Dame’s help to get him to Flendon, depending on his condition.
If he had to, Dame would even force him not to go if there was any risk of Raze losing his life.
At the town of Flendon, the guards standing at the north gate were doing everything in their power not to turn and run. They hadn’t realized that some at the back had already done just that.
In front of them, they could see the true might of the Behemoth Clan. All its members were about a hundred meters away from them, and if the full force were to charge at once, they couldn’t even imagine being able to defend against such an attack.
The only reason some of them stayed and held their ground was because a young warrior had jumped out in front of them and screamed at the top of his lungs, challenging the others to a duel.
“Come on!” Brack shouted. “The Behemoth Clan is one of the three major clans in the Demonic Faction. Right now, everyone knows you’d win a battle with the numbers you have. The people behind us aren’t even warriors from a clan.”
“Isn’t it embarrassing to use your numbers to take over a town? Why don’t you prove that you’re one of the three major clans not just because of your size but because of your strength as well?”
Brack was shaking inside, his entire body betraying his fear, and he couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.
Sha Mo’s large size and frame came to the forefront as he looked at Brack.
“What words to be spoken by someone who literally abandoned our clan,” Sha Mo stated. “So this is where you ran off to in the end, and now you challenge us when you couldn’t even hack it in the Behemoth Clan! Ha!”
The single loud laugh, filled with Qi, forced Brack’s feet to skid slightly across the sand, and it was just from the sound of his voice.
On the wall itself, Fixteen, Yarlston, and Lince, who were watching everything, couldn’t believe what was happening.
“If he turned around and ran right now, I don’t think anyone would blame him,” Fixteen said, and the other two nearby thought the same.
“That doesn’t change anything!” Brack said. “My words are still true. The Dark Magus and the Crimson Crane aren’t here. So why bring such a large number of people? You’re using all your power to wipe out an ant!”
“Maybe the Behemoth Clan has no strong warriors, which is why you won’t accept my duel!” Brack shouted again.
Sha Mo was quite surprised. No one would dare speak to him in such a way in the Behemoth Clan, certainly not a student. And now, because a person was on the other side, they felt free to talk like that.
“Very well,” Sha Mo said, but that’s when another figure with long black hair tied in a ponytail jumped out in front.
The person was tall but not large like Sha Mo, who looked like a descendant of a giant.
“I am Umonke, one of the pillars of the Behemoth Clan. It would be an insult if the Clan Head accepted this duel. You said there is no one strong in the Behemoth Clan, so I will take you on.” Umonke turned and bowed to Sha Mo, jumping into position and landing around ten meters away from Brack.
Chapter 842: Cheer For Him!
Brack wasn’t going to argue about facing Umonke rather than Sha Mo. It wasn’t because Umonke was weak by any means, but there still wasn’t a part of Brack that felt he could best Umonke in battle.
For one, Brack was an initial-stage warrior at his peak, while Umonke was a middle-stage warrior and quite a strong one at that. Even if it wasn’t someone from the Behemoth Clan, it was still a giant uphill battle for Brack.
Still, there was one thought going through his mind: at least he would last longer against Umonke than he would against Sha Mo.
Umonke pulled out a long curved sword from his back. He swung it in the air a few times as if he was warming up. Each swing sliced the air, and a piercing high-pitched sound could be heard coming from the weapon.
While Brack held out his own sword, it was regular, nothing special. In the first place, he focused more on martial arts-based techniques but had a sword to help him in certain situations.
“In normal circumstances, the two of us would have never met in battle,” Umonke said. “Unfortunately for you, since you are no longer part of the clan, it means that now, killing you is an option as well.”
Umonke charged forward, wasting no time, and the Behemoth Clan, seeing this, chuckled and cheered for their fellow teammate. No one did the same for Brack, especially considering he was a traitor, and the people of Flendon were more afraid of what was going to happen to their lives.
Brack reacted to the attacker charging right at him. He strengthened his stance and threw out his sword at the right time.
‘I haven’t just been sitting around doing nothing this entire time!’
A strange feeling had overcome Brack in that moment. He couldn’t feel his sword hit anything, but he was sure of it-he saw with his own eyes his sword make contact with Umonke. Yet, what he saw didn’t feel like reality.
Because his sword had just gone right through Umonke’s. Now that Brack was on the other side, looking at his own weapon, he saw half of it falling to the floor. It had been completely cut through, and Brack didn’t even feel any resistance.
‘I poured all of my Qi into reinforcing the sword, so how did it break so easily?’
Brack turned around, and the moment he did, he saw Umonke right upon him.
“For having the guts to go up against me, I don’t think you deserve death, so take this punishment instead.” Umonke slammed his fist deep into Brack’s stomach, lifting him in the air. Then, with a jump, Umonke slammed the back of his heel into Brack’s back.
Excruciating pain coursed through Brack’s entire body, and before he knew it, he had crashed into the ground. A large amount of sand and dust spread out. Brack was coughing up specks of blood, and he didn’t look like he was in any condition to fight.
“You spoke badly about the Behemoth Clan, and what for? To protect this town?” Umonke said. “Well, with your own eyes, you can witness its downfall.”
The sight of Brack losing in front of them had only caused the fear among the guards of Flendon to grow. Some of them had never gone up against Pagna warriors before. To witness superhuman feats right in front of them-fast movement, extreme strength, and jumping power-was something none of them could ever imagine beating. Of course, not all Pagna warriors were obviously strong compared to regular citizens.
They had witnessed one of the Pillars fighting, but the people didn’t really understand or know that.
Lince couldn’t help but feel slightly bad for the sight he was seeing.
‘I know you meant well, young one, but you might have just crushed the will of everyone here to fight. From the beginning, the difference between the two of you was too large.’
As Lince finished his thought, though, he started to slow down as he saw something he didn’t expect, and everyone else was looking at it too.
Brack was standing up. He stood on his feet again, no sword in hand, blood dripping from his mouth onto his clothing.
“I would have expected the Pillars… the Pillars,” Brack said. “To take me out, but look, I’m still standing. I guess you’re not as strong as I thought you were!”
Brack charged forward again and went to deliver a kick while Umonke wasn’t looking. Umonke stepped to the side, avoiding the kick, and then grabbed the back of Brack’s head, slamming it into the floor.
Brack’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his nose cracked, and for the second time, he seemed to be dealt with.
With that, Umonke was ready to walk back to the Behemoth group, ready to start the charge, until he heard the sound of his own men gasping, and others as well.
“He’s up again! He’s standing up again.”
Brack was standing, wobbling on his feet for a few moments, but he soon took a fighting stance. His mouth was moving, but no words came out.
“How is he still standing?” Fixteen said. “Why is he still standing? It’s all pointless.”
“It’s not,” Andy said. “He believed the Dark Magus, the Crimson Crane, would be here to save us… we have to believe it! Come on!” Andy screamed the last words at the top of his lungs.
He continued to cheer, and in doing so, the others on the wall started to cheer as well. Soon, those on the ground began to cheer for Brack. Initially, when he stepped up to fight, not a single person was cheering for him.
Now, after seeing clearly that Brack had no way of winning the fight, they were cheering for him. They didn’t understand it themselves, but seeing Brack trying so hard for them, it was the least they could do.
“Fine, I didn’t want to do this,” Umonke said. “But let’s see if they can cheer when I cut off your head!”
Umonke charged forward, his sword swinging right for Brack’s head. Just before it reached him, a loud clang was heard, and a person appeared right by Brack’s side.
“Who are you?” Umonke said, surprised to see his sword stopped.
“I guess I really was the first one here,” Cronker said worriedly. “There’s a lot more of you than I thought.”
Chapter 843: The Deleter Scar
Everything was set up in Raze’s mind. He would deal with the trouble that was taking place in the Demonic Faction, in turn gaining strength, and afterward, he would have a meeting with Belil from the Neverfall Clan.
Before then, he would head back to the Dark Faction, the academy, to see if everything was okay, because there would always be this worry in the back of his mind that Alter had sent one of these so-called Deleters to the scene.
For one, Raze didn’t think Alter would act so fast. If they truly felt he was the real Dark Magus and a person who could rise to the top of the Dark Faction, they would play the slow game and try to get him in one swoop.
That was unless they truly believed in the strength of these Deleters. As for the second reason, it was because Raze believed in Himmy, believed that he would do as he said and buy time.
Right now, Raze was in the meeting room, standing there. His fist was clenched, his jaw was tight, and he hadn’t blinked as he looked at the round object that was held in the strange man’s hand-the intruder.
It wasn’t just any object; it was a head, and it was the head of Himmy, having been dissected from his body, now being held in the intruder’s hand.
‘Himmy,’ Raze thought. ‘He was one of the first Otherworlders I met. One of the few people I met that seemed to have half a brain cell in this world. We didn’t get to talk much, and it was hard to say he was even a friend.’
‘But in the end, he risked his life to help me when he didn’t have to. When he left this place at that time, he probably knew this would be the result. Things could have been different.’
“Himmy’s death is on your hands,” the man said. “You know, my orders weren’t to get rid of him. They had sent one of those squads to get him. With his skills, they probably never would have caught him. He could have gone and lived his life somewhere in Pagna in a relaxing village. I never understood the guy. He was a hard worker but never wanted to rise up in the organization.”
“Do you know anyone like that? I don’t.” The man continued to yap and then threw Himmy’s head in the air. It bounced and rolled across the floor until it hit the platform where Raze was standing.
“The people that sent you-I assume you’re talking about Alter?” Raze asked. Although he was filled with anger, it was clear it was a trick to get him to act first. Right now, Raze needed to figure out who this person was.
For one, were they a mage? A Pagna warrior that used martial arts? Did they use specialized weapons like those from Himmy’s world? Or did they have some sort of powers, maybe someone like Zon?
On top of that, there were a large number of items that Alter could have handed him to use, and information was the key to this entire battle.
“Ha, I guess you’re not as foolish as I thought, or Himmy told you a lot before he decided to do his little trick,” the intruder said with a smile. “I wonder how much he told you, for you see, I am a Deleter, the man known as Scar… well, maybe known isn’t the right word, because not many know my name. After all, as a Deleter, and even before becoming one, I always completed my missions.”
Raze’s guess was spot on. Right now, though, Raze was trying to decide what to do. The best way to test him—with magic or Pagna skills-to try and get him to reveal his power.
That’s when he noticed something else.
‘The door is still shut?’ Raze thought. ‘If the door is still shut, how did he manage to get inside? No wonder I was unable to sense him, and he appeared out of nowhere.’
Raze was growing more concerned, and so he decided to give it a go. Black magic surrounded his arm, and quickly, a new light sword appeared, made with his wind enchantment. It was light and silent.
Moving his hand down, filled with Qi and wind magic, Raze struck using the Crimson Slash. It was faster and sharper than the Crimson Slashes he had performed in the past, cutting a straight line down the room.
The floorboards had a deep cut in them, and so did the wall at the other end, but it hadn’t hit its target-there was no blood.
“That was a fast attack, a really fast attack,” the voice said from his side.
Turning his head, Raze could see, slightly to his left, that Scar was standing there completely fine.
“If we had met when I was younger, I would have stood no chance. That strike was nearly as fast as a bullet! Maybe a little slower,” Scar stated.
“Didn’t you come here to get rid of me?” Raze said, holding the sword in his hand. “If I were you, I would be much more scared. After all, there is a reason why Alter, your bosses, want to get rid of me.”
Lightning magic started to expel from Raze’s legs as he prepared to attack with his next move. He couldn’t see where Scar had moved to. It didn’t look like Scar had moved at all-his whole body seemed to disappear and reappear-so Raze just needed to be even faster.
“I think you’ve got something wrong there, something really wrong,” Scar said with a smile. “They would never send a Deleter like me just to get rid of one person. I’ve been ordered to get rid of this entire place!”
Before Raze could even swing his sword, Scar had disappeared.
Raze looked around, trying to find him, but he couldn’t see or feel anyone’s presence inside the room.
‘I have… a bad feeling about this.’
Chapter 844: Delete The Dark Faction
The academy in the Dark Faction had been operating the same way it had done in the past. Students were taking part in monthly assessments, allowing them to improve their skills and share their knowledge.
After the Dark Magus’s display of power over a month ago, the sign-ups to the academy had actually increased compared to before, and there was a larger stream of students entering the academy after they learned from others that things were a bit easier.
The assessments were less about life and death, and the teachers’ focus had shifted to the honor of the Dark Faction and fostering a competitive drive to be the best, without the need for survival assessments that were live-or-die.
Right now, in the Red Headband group, a teacher was on stage set up outside in the courtyard in front of the red headband building.
“Although many of you take pride in learning your own clan’s skills and wish to prove that they are the best or advance them, it is important to learn a wide variety of skills,” the teacher explained.
“A lot of Pagna warriors know many base techniques that your clan’s skills might have been built upon. The more skills you know, the more you will understand other clans’ techniques and ways to counter them. If there truly was just a single skill that could beat everything out there, then everyone would just learn that.”
“But different skills and techniques are used in different assessments. So today, I want you to analyze your opponent’s skills,” the teacher explained. “Do you all understand?”
The students nodded, even though they didn’t seem too pleased with the lesson for the day. It sounded quite boring to them. In the middle of their nods, though, they noticed something.
“Who’s that?” one of the students asked, pointing at the stage.
The teacher turned to look at the individual and noticed a person they had never seen before. He looked like an ordinary man.
“The students don’t seem to be too interested in your lesson here,” the man said.
“Who are you? No one is allowed to be in the academy without permission,” the teacher said.
“I think we should give them a new lesson for today. Let’s see how long they can survive.” “What are you-“
*Bang*
A loud echoing sound was heard throughout the entire courtyard. It was a sound the students weren’t used to, and when they looked at where it had come from, it was a small object held in the stranger’s hand.
What was worse was the fact that the teacher had fallen over, with a small hole in his head. He collapsed to the ground, and blood was pooling on the stage.
“He killed him, he killed the teacher!”
“Someone quickly, we have to go and inform the other teachers! We’re under attack!”
The students were in a panic, and as one turned to exit the courtyard, the loud bang was heard again. A small object could be seen going right through the back of the student’s head, causing them to fall to the floor, their body lifeless, just like the teacher.
“My mission is to delete everyone in this academy! So don’t worry, none of you will be left out,” Scar said, as he pulled out two handguns and aimed them into the crowd. Soon, the resounding bangs started to go off, one after another, into the many students.
Screams were heard as the students started to break off, going in different directions, trying to escape from what was happening.
Not everyone was running away, though. Being the Pagna warriors that they were, and seeing only one enemy in front of them, some went for the target.
“If we can get rid of him, then this will stop!”
The students boosted themselves with Qi, jumping through the air. Scar was quick to react and shot a couple of the students coming at him. He hit one in the chest and another by the side.
Still, there were too many students coming at him, allowing one to come over to the right side of him. The student thrust his sword forward, but realized he had hit nothing but air. “Where did he go?” the student shouted, before another bang was heard and his vision went black as he collapsed on the stage.
The others looked up and could see the man was suddenly on the roof of the Red Headband building, and the loud bangs just didn’t stop.
Some had tried to scale the side of the building by jumping up and running up the pillars. It was an easy task for Pagna warriors, but with Scar having the high ground, he could see them from all angles, and he fired away with ease.
“Come on, this is the first time I’ve been asked to take out a big target. The others had their fair share done already. I thought this would be harder!”
The students on the ground floor were losing hope that they could take out the figure, and so they started to run toward the exit. Some of them had exited from the Red Headband onto the main courtyard.
In doing so, they were running either to the closest headband group or to the main academy to get some help. Some didn’t know where they were going, they were just running.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Scar, and seeing it he had a large defeated sigh.
“The job was to leave no survivors, and I always complete my job perfectly.” The gun in Scar’s hand disappeared, and instead, a green round object could be seen in its place.
Pulling a pin from the top, he threw the green round object onto the ground right by the exit, where a large number of people were running from, and moments later, after bouncing, it exploded. Pieces of shrapnel lodged into multiple students trying to get out.
“Time to cause more of a mess,” Scar said, as his whole body disappeared from the rooftop, heading to another location.
Chapter 845: Chaos Strikes The Academy
The normal setup of the headband students in the academy was present, with the Yellow Headband students and the Blue Headband students’ areas breaking off from the main
courtyard.
They were also conducting their lessons outside in the main courtyard, following a similar lesson when they heard explosions in the distance.
“What is going on?” the students asked.
“Probably just one of the students doing a bit too much,” the teacher of the Yellow Headbands said. “The other teachers nearby can handle the problem.”
There were three Yellow Headband teachers giving the students tips and overseeing them. They were spread out among the courtyard. As they were going through their lessons, the doors burst wide open, and they could see a few Red Headband students charging in, falling to the floor.
Some of their clothes were covered in blood.
“Close the damned door behind us, quickly, don’t let him in!” the Red Headband student shouted.
The other two were quick to get on their feet and closed the door behind them. As they were shutting it, they could see students running toward them, but they still closed it shut anyway and decided to stay by the door.
Soon, loud bangs were heard on the door.
“No, please let us in, let us in!” the students screamed.
Not only did they scream, but they were soon using their Qi to try and attack the door, but equally, the students on the other side who were holding the door were using Qi to push it back as well.
“What is going on?” one of the teachers asked. “How dare you not open the door to your fellow students? What do you think you’re doing?”
“You don’t understand!” one of the Red Headband students said. “There’s an intruder. He killed Teacher Ren! He’s killing all the students. He has this item that’s throwing small metal balls, killing everyone. We can’t let him in! Otherwise, everyone will die!”
The teacher could see that the student had clearly gone through something. There was blood on his clothes, and another had a wound on his body. It didn’t appear to be from a sword, yet they were so frightened that they were ignoring the pain.
“If there really is someone attacking the academy students, then even more reason why we have to let them in. We can’t just let students stay out there. Move aside, both of you, or I’ll deal with you myself.”
The students gulped and listened to their teacher’s words. The moment they moved aside, the doors swung open, and a group of students, about five or so, ran in.
The doors were shut behind them, and just like the students from before, they quickly shut the door and held it closed.
“Where is the rest of your class? Where are the rest of them?” the teacher asked.
“I’m not sure. We all ran in different directions. Some weren’t even able to escape,” one of the female students explained. “I saw some running to the main academy and to the Blue Headband students… ahh, there was so much blood, so much blood.”
The teacher was trying to grasp what was going on and what the best course of action would be. If there was a large-scale attack, he should have seen multiple people, but from the sound of things, there was only a single person.
“I’ll head to the main academy and inform Principal Amir. He will deal with the situation. The rest of you stay put, and let the teachers do all the worrying.”
Just as he was about to head to the gate door, clapping noises could be heard. The teacher turned around and saw a strange man.
Immediately, the Red Headband students fell to their knees in shock.
“It’s him… it’s him… get away from him!” the female student screamed.
The teacher was still unable to comprehend what was happening and was getting ready to act when a loud bang was heard, and no longer could his mind process anything as he fell to the floor.
“Another one deleted from the world of Pagna,” Scar said. “You know, he was a good teacher. Maybe if I had someone like him, I wouldn’t have ended up the way I am.”
Scar disappeared from where he was, and with the students looking around, they could see he was now right next to one of the other teachers in the courtyard. A bang noise went off, and Scar disappeared again.
“Behind you, sir!” a student shouted, but it was too late.
The same bang noise was heard, and now none of the teachers were left alive. Just like that, moving around each area, there was a person who was able to take out a large number of them.
The loud sound of bangs continued, and even more students were startled than before. A repeat of what had occurred at the Red Headband area was now happening at the Yellow Headband area, and soon the same thing would happen at the Blue Headband area.
As students scattered across the main large courtyard, some of them still bleeding, they headed into the main building. However, the majority of them, after seeing their teachers fail to protect them, felt it was useless.
No one could defeat this person who was using tools, possibly artifacts, that they had never seen before, so they decided to exit out of the main academy area.
“The wall is just up ahead. We can hide out in the main town!” one of the students shouted. “He won’t be able to find all of us, and we can just escape.”
There were around fifty or so students running toward the main exit. It looked to be a hundred meters up ahead. Usually, a distance they could cover in less than ten seconds, but it felt so long to them, and before they knew it, the strange man had appeared in front of them once
more.
“There are too many of you to deal with just handguns. Let’s switch to something a bit faster,” Scar said, as the handguns disappeared from his hands, and now he was holding two larger weapons, known as Uzis. “I might be able to go home before dinner at this rate.”
Chapter 846: Power Of Weapons (Fixed)
The students were so close to exiting the academy, they had run using all of their strength, believing that past the walls was safety. That was when they saw the intruder appearing like a guard blocking their way.
Immediately, the students stopped. None of them had thoughts of trying to best this person, to try and take him on after seeing so many fail, seeing so many dead. Some were unable to move, while others had turned away.
New items appeared in the intruder’s hands; they were bigger than what he had been using so far, and the wicked smile remained present on his face.
Scar had lifted his hands and pulled the trigger, holding on. Rather than the constant single bangs the students had heard, they instead heard a continuous noise in the air, followed by the screams of their fellow students.
No longer was Scar just using a basic handgun; he was using weapons far more devastating. Weapons made from his world, created with one purpose in mind: to kill.
The students that fled and turned their backs felt sharp pain enter their bodies, causing them to fall to the ground. When they looked down, they could see blood coming from their wounds.
Others tried their best to avoid what they could. They had done so somewhat successfully so far, but the path of the bullets was too fast for them, hitting their legs first, slowing their movement, and then hitting the rest of their bodies.
One of the females, who was frozen stiff and had fallen to her knees, had both of her hands covering her ears.
“Please stop… stop… what is going on? Why is this happening to us? We don’t even have a chance to fight back!”
It was then that the constant sound stopped. When she looked ahead, she could see that the flashes coming from the intruder’s weapons had stopped as well, and then a small object dropped onto the ground, rectangular in shape.
Seeing this, the female student had a number of thoughts going through her head.
“Those devices shoot small metal objects out at a fast rate, but the metal objects have to come from somewhere. Is he having to replenish his supply?”
At that moment, more students that had survived the initial attack had run out from their respective color headband buildings. They ventured onto the main courtyard, hoping to exit, when they saw that there was a person blocking their path.
“That’s the guy, right? But he’s stopped right now. Is he tired or something?”
“That must be it. To throw those projectiles so fast, he must be using an immense amount of Qi. Maybe this is our chance.”
Some were wary about it, but there were a couple of others who thought that this might be their only chance, so they decided to run ahead as fast as they could.
“We need to get rid of him, for everyone that died today!” the students claimed.
The female student who was on the ground could hear a clicking noise enter the intruder’s weapons. Although she didn’t know exactly how these weapons worked, she had a bad feeling. “No! Get away, everyone get away!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Scar pointed his guns right at the group of students coming toward him, but rather than shooting right at them, he aimed for the girl instead.
“We have a smart one among them. So you can go first.” Scar pulled the trigger, and a stream of bullets came down.
At the same time, though, the female student saw someone come right in front of her, crashing into the ground. A large rumbling had occurred, and a piece of the floor had broken up, lifting off from the ground.
The bullets being used had hit the wall, as the flooring was being used as a type of shield. The students from behind, seeing this, gathered behind the large wall.
“Stay behind this, keep cover, while I deal with him.”
“Yes, Vice-Principal Amir!” the students said with hope in their eyes. One of the strongest in the academy had arrived to help them. Although the other teachers had failed before, Vice- Principal Amir was different.
His strength was on par with the top five Dark Faction Clan leaders.
Amir quickly ran around the wall he had created from the ground and started to dash in the position where Scar was last seen. He could see the intruder up ahead, his weapons pointed toward him again.
Scar pulled the trigger, and a rain of bullets came out, all aiming toward Amir. Seeing how fast they were, Amir once again kicked the ground, breaking it and lifting it up vertically. Right after that, he proceeded with a punch, breaking the wall and flinging pieces of rock right toward Scar.
They were flung across and continued until they crashed into the wall.
“Where did he go?”
“I thought the difficulty would rise a bit eventually.”
The voice was from behind, and Amir quickly turned to see Scar at least twenty meters away, in a completely different direction than before.
“Is he the Deleter that was sent by Alter?” Amir thought. “I didn’t see him move, his body just disappeared. It’s most likely a powerful item given to him by Alter. With these weapons from other worlds, it’s a dangerous combination.”
Amir was looking at the ground at the number of students who had already perished. It wasn’t just students, either; there were teachers.
When the students covered in blood reached him, Amir immediately went to assess the mess, but this wasn’t what he was expecting at all.
“Everything has been a bit too easy so far.” Scar moved his hands, and the Uzi weapons disappeared. In their place, his handguns reappeared. “I’m just a better shot with these; I prefer them.”
Scar said as he pointed them at Amir and started to shoot directly at him. This time, rather than breaking the flooring, Amir stretched out his arm. It started to change black, growing larger in size, and covered his entire face.
As the bullets hit his hard skin, they fell onto the floor.
“If you really are a Deleter, then now is not the time to worry about hiding my powers,” Amir said as he used his Hybrid form from the start.
“With Raze and the others having already left, I’m the only one who can protect this
academy!”
