Chapter 12 - The Nail That Sticks Out, Gets Hammered (2/2)

What? Why would I do such a thing? Will, will definitely die!

Adelda wanted to protest, but then she saw the look on Modus' face. He had a savage grin on his face. This was no longer the easy-going man she had been dealing with. This was the real Modus.

In the world of immortals, few didn't know this man; he was famous for a lot of his deeds, and a lot of his traits; one of which was his mood. When he gets a crazed look, nothing can stop him, and few will defy him.

If the rumors are true, I cannot question him while he is in this state. Otherwise, I will be doomed.

”Understood,” said Adelda, with a pained expression on her face. She closed one of her eyes and waived one of her hands about.

Will I hope you survive this. You are too valuable to us, and to your world. I hope you do things carefully because the nail that sticks out gets hammered first...

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On the ground, Will was engaging in what could only be described as death's dance. With every step he took a head would fly off, with every wave of his hand, blood would flow like rivers. With every breath he took, another creature would take its last. This was truly a sight that even Death himself would cringe at.

As Will engaged in his one-sided slaughter, many thoughts were going through his mind. He was experimenting with his water blade, trying to see what he could do with it. Its range wasn't bad and its speed was impressive. His dual mind skill made it easy to manipulate it. Unlike the wind blades from the wolves, Will's water blade was reusable.

He didn't want to waste it, so he used the same water blade again, and again, and again; to massacre the guardians. He didn't neglect his sword skills either; he often used his sword in conjunction with the water blade or used the water blade for long range attacks and his sword for short range attacks.

After some time, Will was bothered by one aspect. He was becoming too overpowered. With a wave of his hand, he could easily kill a guardian, so he started losing his finesse and techniques. Thus he came up with an idea.

He would hover the water blade in the air, and use it to herd guardians to him, then using only his sword techniques, Will would fight the guardians one on one. Instead of just blindly trying to kill them in the shortest amount of time, Will was experimenting with other aspects of combat.

I have a lot of subjects to test my skills on here. Killing them all would be such a waste.

Thus Will started trying other things, like predicting how the guardians would strike and dodging their attacks, or learning how to parry their blows perfectly, or trying to attack them from their blind sides, or attacking their legs to limit their movements.

I might need to fight an opponent I can't kill easily but I have to kill in the future, so I need to master my movements and techniques further.

If Will had known how right he was, perhaps he would have taken this more seriously.

The guardians were still stronger and faster than Will, but their intelligence was far too lacking. In Will's eyes, their actions became far too repetitive, extremely simplistic, and easy to counter.

The guardians were still somewhat intelligent, they knew full well that they were being toyed with, but their pride wouldn't allow them to run. So they continued on, in their futile attacks.

A few hours later, when only a hundred or so guardians were left, something strange occurred. All the wolves looked up in a certain direction and howled.

Will was bothered by this action and saw that something wasn't right. He decided to finish off these wolves quickly and launched a barrage of water blades on them, finishing them off. Then he looked toward the direction they had howled too.

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