89 89 - Thats a head? (1/2)

”Who are you and why are you invading the Price family area?” Sam said while holding an axe. He knew that using weapons against cultivators was a waste of time.

”Puppies like you must have never heard of the name Aatrox.” Aatrox answered in a calm voice.

”Who do you think you're talking to?! Go away and we will forget what happened today, if not, stay to die.” Sam said it while he was squeezing his axe.

Sam was a 50-year-old man with huge muscles. If someone saw him on the street painted green, they would probably think he was a famous comic book hero who turns into a monster when he gets angry.

”Stay to die? I think it's 13858th time I've been told that... so far it's never been very effective. Show me what you know.” Aatrox responded while jumping from the tree and standing with his back upright and his hands on his back, as if he were a teacher watching children play. He knew that these words were only to lower his guard, even if he left, they would still seek him out to kill him, no matter where, people will always be equal.

Seeing the neglect he was getting, Sam was very angry. He was a powerful cultivators, not even some Baron ranking cultivators treated him that way: ”I'm going to rip your finger off and make you eat when I'm done.” He said growling. ”Don't interfere, I'll teach him what happens to whoever plays with the Price family.”

The men were still a little frightened after seeing a guard's head inside that sculpture, but seeing Sam's confidence in holding their firearms, they also began to feel confident. They knew how strong Sam was, many times they would train and in order to defeat him she needed at least 3 other people, maybe the weapons weren't very effective against this intruder, but even then she passed a security to the normal men.

”Yeah, break his face, Sam!” One of the men shouted for motivation.

”Come on, rip his head off and let's play sculpture!” Another man shouted.

Listening to the men's cries of motivation, Sam smiled proudly as if he were a Lion King descending to fight a challenging lion.

Aatrox remained still with his hand on his back as he watched Sam absorb energy to strengthen himself. The muscles of Sam's body began to become more apparent, some veins began to jump, if someone saw him now they would think that he really was the green hero of a certain comic book group. Compared to Aatrox in front of him, it was like a tractor against a lawnmower, but Aatrox wasn't a bit scared.

Having become the God of War, he had developed one of the best fighting styles, where the cultivator would seek the balance between strength, speed and agility. He could see that the giant in front of him focused only on force, leaving as many openings as possible for Aatrox to take advantage of.

Sam was surprised that this man had strayed from his attack, but he thought it might just be luck, so this time, luckily not to interfere, he began to pour much of his energy into the upper arms and joints to increase the strength and some of the speed of the attack.

But again, Aatrox swerved easily, causing man's frustration to begin to overflow. ”Stop dodging, insect!” He screamed.