Chapter 42 - Fire (4) (2/2)

'For a group of early rank 4 visionaries, they feel too weak.' Simon thought as he deactivated [The Wraith's Talons].

With his current control over theory that he had gained through absorbing the contents of the revisions, he could now comprehend more techniques and calculations than many geniuses working together. Paired with his strong visualisation base, he was unstoppable.

”What...? What- did... y...ou.. ju...st... do?” Richard trembled as his knees hit the ground.

Describing the scene that had just happened would be somewhat boring. Simon had only drawn out a minuscule amount of his power to summon a single 'Talon' and pierce each of the students' necks. It was simply just too boring.

”F.u.c.k... I AM GOING TO-”

With a single motion, Simon phased right in front of Richard, appearing a centimetre away from him. With the eyes that could pierce through the moon, Simon looked directly into Richards soul (figuratively), sending shivers down Richards spine as he lost momentum and crashed to the floor.

”Heh, you think that's all I got?” Richard chuckled as he laid prone.

BANG

”Too eas-”

CRACK

”To easy my a.s.s.” Simon said as he pointed to his completely intact face.

”What...?!”

”Now let me tell you something... if you are going to kill someone, plan carefully.”

Simon suddenly materialised 50 Talons around him in an orbiting manner. With the motion of him pointing to Richard's helpless position, he grinned as the daggers also pointed at the helpless soul.

”Orbiting blades?! PP-81G??!!” Richard cried out in a cold sweat.

”Too bad, when I'm done with you, no one will say your PP is 81G.”

”Goodbye.”

'So what should I do?'

'What?!'