Chapter 114: You’re dealing with the wrong person!
Chapter 114
While others were dealing with a single opponent each, Vynn was currently locked in the middle of a heated battle with two slightly skilled men. One wielded a spear while the other held a sword, and both of them glared at him with fierce, almost venomous hatred in their eyes.
"Hey. What did I do to earn such glares from you both?" Vynn asked with a raised eyebrow, his voice carrying a teasing tone as he stared at the duo.
"You don’t remember what you did to us?" one of the men snarled, his brows knitted tightly in anger.
"I don’t think I did anything to either of you." Vynn replied casually with a shrug, though he quickly glanced around at how the others were faring in their fights, keeping his senses sharp.
"Fine." The spear wielder growled as the tip of his weapon began to glow with an unnatural white light. "Let me remind you. Clear!" he shouted before bolting forward with incredible speed.
The moment Vynn heard the single word, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. Realisation struck him almost instantly, and a loud chuckle escaped his lips as he finally understood what the men meant.
"Oh tha..." Vynn started, but before he could finish his words, a loud bang echoed through the room. The glowing spear released a blinding bolt of white energy that shot forward with dangerous speed, heading straight for him.
"Tch! Too slow." He muttered under his breath as he dashed to the side with sharp agility, narrowly avoiding the beam of light. It slammed into the ground where he had been standing, kicking up a mound of dust and carving a deep hole into the floor.
Before Vynn could even react fully, the second man appeared right in front of him, his sword now coated in a thick layer of hardened earth. Without hesitation, the man swung it forward with a heavy strike aimed directly at Vynn’s chest.
In a split second, Vynn pulled out his own sword, which immediately crackled with arcs of lightning dancing across its blade. He brought it up in time to clash with the man’s attack.
Boom!
The collision triggered a sharp explosion that echoed throughout the hall. The ground beneath their feet cracked violently, stone fragments scattering outward as both men glared fiercely at each other in the brief deadlock.
’Huh? My veil isn’t affecting his weapon at all?’ Vynn thought, brows furrowing as he pushed down harder, only to realise that no matter how much lightning he poured into his blade, it wasn’t able to shatter or even chip the layer of earth reinforcing the man’s sword. His lightning simply scattered off it with no visible effect.
"Kek! Your one saving grace yesterday was that kid using his veil." The swordsman chuckled as he suddenly leapt back, smirking with confidence. His timing was perfect, because in the very next second, the spear wielder shot out another blazing bolt of white light.
Reacting instantly, Vynn swung his lightning-coated sword in a rapid arc. His blade cleaved through the glowing projectile, dividing it into two.
The split beams detonated in midair, and the force of the explosion echoed loudly as the walls cracked and the ground beneath them caved in further, craters forming across the already ruined floor.
He barely had a moment to catch his breath when the swordsman suddenly reappeared right in front of him, grinning wickedly as he thrust his weapon forward with blistering speed, aiming directly for Vynn’s abdomen.
"Sorry, but I fear you are dealing with the wrong person." Vynn muttered, his voice low and steady. He swiftly brought his lightning-charged blade down with brutal force, hammering it against the man’s sword. Sparks of lightning erupted violently, zipping across the room as the impact rang like thunder.
"Lightning Veil: Thunder Flash." Vynn intoned, and in the next instant, a deafening thunderclap burst through the air. Sparks of lightning sprayed wildly, striking the ground and leaving behind deep, smoking craters.
In a blink, Vynn vanished in a streak of lightning. He reappeared right in front of the spear wielder, who was already preparing another bolt of white energy. But before the man could release it, Vynn’s blade sliced cleanly through his spear, shattering it into fragments.
Without giving him a chance to breathe, Vynn twisted his body and slammed a lightning-infused kick directly into the man’s face.
The sheer force sent the spear wielder hurling backward like a broken doll. Blood sprayed violently from his mouth, and his eyes rolled back as he lost consciousness mid-flight, his body smashing into the ground with a sickening thud.
He slammed into the wall with a dull thud, cracks spreading from the impact point like spiderwebs.
"Gotcha." The swordsman muttered darkly from behind Vynn as he swung his earth-coated blade, causing thick stone-like spikes to jut out and twist menacingly around his weapon.
"No, you didn’t." Vynn replied coldly as he spun around, sparks of lightning flashing off his sword. He was just about to clash with the man when...
TREMBLE!
RUMBLE!
BANG!
BOOM!
The entire shack shuddered violently as if the foundations themselves were about to collapse. Dust rained down from the ceiling and chunks of wood snapped off the walls. Everyone froze mid-battle, their heads instinctively snapping upward, confusion written across their faces.
To their surprise, it wasn’t the monsters causing this destruction. It was something else. Something far worse.
And instantly, every hair on their bodies stood on end. Not just Vynn, but even the man he was fighting. Both of them gulped loudly as a wave of primal fear washed through their chests.
’Oh shit! We are cooked, mehn.’ Vynn thought, his pulse racing as lightning flickered erratically around his arms.
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Meanwhile, before the tremors had begun, something else had unfolded.
Aria, who had been punched and knocked back earlier, struggled to get to her feet. Her vision was blurry, and her body ached, but before she could defend herself, the man who had struck her raised his sword, preparing to finish her off. His lips twisted into a wicked grin.
But just as he bolted forward, his shoulders were suddenly grabbed in a crushing grip that froze him in place. He couldn’t move a single muscle.
"Didn’t your mother teach you?" a low, menacing growl came from behind. The voice carried fury, sharp and biting. "Respect women!"
The words roared through the room a second before the man was brutally smashed into the ground with earth-shattering force.
The debris settled slowly, and as the dust cleared, a young lad stood tall amidst the chaos. His jaw was tight, his teeth grinding back and forth as his glare radiated pure rage.
It was Zen.
The downed man groaned as he pushed himself up, blood trickling down from a nasty cut across his forehead and dripping from his nose. His breathing was ragged, but his eyes were blazing with hatred and humiliation as he glared at Zen.
"How dare you!" the man roared furiously, his aura flaring.
[Step Shift Activated]
Zen vanished, his figure flickering out of existence for an instant before reappearing directly in front of the man.
"Shut up." Zen mouthed with an icy expression as his hand shot forward to grab the man’s face.
But before he could, a sharp whistling cut through the air. His instincts screamed, and he twisted around just in time to catch sight of a slicing wind attack barreling toward him.
Reacting with all the speed he could muster, Zen unsheathed his sword and swung it vertically, cleaving into the gale. The powerful wind shattered apart under his strike, dispersing harmlessly into nothingness.
Unfortunately, that had been nothing more than a distraction. The enemy had already leapt high into the air, and before Zen could regain his stance, a crushing kick slammed into his back.
The impact sent Zen tumbling forward violently, nearly smashing into the ground face-first. But gritting his teeth, he managed to plant his foot down hard, steadying himself before he could fully fall. His muscles trembled with the effort, his expression a mask of fury.
{Take a look at him. Dude wanted to play hero so bad that he forgot that without his Veil, he is nothing but a useless NPC. Tch!}
"Fuck you!" Zen roared furiously, leaping into the air to avoid another slicing wind attack that ripped past where he had just been. Sparks of anger and desperation burned in his eyes.
’Activate sword’s active skill!’
[Active Skill: Wind Slash Activated!]
Zen’s blade glowed brightly as he prepared to unleash the technique, but before he could bring it down, the entire shack trembled with terrifying intensity.
The floor lurched beneath him, throwing off his balance, and he slammed back to the ground with a heavy crash. His breath hitched as dust filled his lungs.
’Shit! What’s going on here?!’ He thought frantically, his palms digging into the cracked floor as he tried to push himself up.
But then—he froze. His eyes widened so far it looked like they would pop out of their sockets.
Cold sweat trickled down his face, sliding down his cheek as dread gripped him.
’Crap! I was right. Something bad is going to happen.’
The air itself seemed to tighten, heavy and suffocating, as if the world was holding its breath.