Chapter 110: Worthless (2/2)
As the group of around 30 armed men stared blankly at him. Tyler made a reaching motion and pulled out a short white towel from the void. He proceeded to wipe off the blood and goo on his gloved hands then tossing the towel atop the dead platinum ranked Hunter.
Shifting his gaze back to the lot that just stared at him with looks of either, confusion, despair, or hateful anger. They all simultaneously took a step back in apprehension as their gaze met his.
Fear the likes of which no of them had felt before crept its way into their hearts and took root. They had no idea how much strength was required to crush a man's head like it was nothing but their souls screamed at every fiber of their being.
”So, now what? Are you all going to try and flee from a supposedly rat/dog that had clearly gotten lucky and killed your leader or are you'll going to avenge him?”
The men's gazes all shifted in a single direction clearly looking for some kind of leadership from their second in command, and the figure of a skinny blonde man holding a long glimmering dagger and standing by the side was the recipient of their questioning looks.
Tyler's eyes naturally shifted with theirs as he located another possible candidate for his questions.
Carn Lockbrook gulped a mouthful of saliva even though his mouth was as dry as a desert. He had never dreamed that something so obscene could ever happen. He hadn't expected an outcome like this even when Corno had wanted to hire an elite from the organization just for this man he had thought he was being a bit paranoid at the time.
However, he would've never imagined that Corno would die so easily. To be honest he hadn't really seen what had happened. All he saw was the hooded man appearing in front of Corno and the next thing he saw was Corno's body on the ground with his head crushed.
His heart tightened as he realized how far out of their league they were. They had surely provoked someone that even their supervisors would be scared of. Worst of all, they had failed to hire Mr. 99 as he had declined their offer, saying he would only help if he finds it interesting.
Numbers was an organization that tends to assign a number to their elite and strongest members. The lower the number the stronger and more dangerous the member was. The organization was led by the ones with single digits but everyone in double digits was still on another level compared to most of the population of this world.
Carn right now was wishing they had offered more for Mr 99's help. He didn't know if he should order a retreat or try to fight. Perhaps the man was being serious and had only gotten lucky but his speed was clearly not something they were equipped to handle.
However, running away blindly was equally if not more of a dangerous move. Carn moves forward slowly after resigning himself to the expectations of his men but his advance held no confidence in them yet he had still made this move.
This was because he had steeled himself for what was to come as a retreat was not even an option. If any of the other divisions find out that they ran away from a single man then they would surely still die but would surfer a more gruesome fate than their boss.
His brain spun as he thought of a desperate plan of attack. A way to at least injure, incapacitate or unmask this opponent when suddenly he heard the casual tone of the hooded man once again and his words made Carn's bones shudder.
”Now that the most useful one amongst you went and died on his own. I guess that makes the lot of you even more worthless, perhaps your corpses would prove to be of use to me.”
The man stretched out his arm in Carn's direction. It was just an empty hand that held no weapons, but his body suddenly emitted a pressure the likes of which they had never felt before. It was a pressure that didn't seem to stem from his aura but from a feeling that was hitched in the back of their minds ever since they had seen their boss died.
”Ahh…”
Several hoarse cries came from around Carn.
They were cries of fear.
His presence was filled with unimaginable power. His seemingly casual gesture was like daggers that stabbed at their souls. A sense of death loomed heavily over their heads. This feeling told clearly of their impending doom.
A thrill of cold ran from the bottoms of Carn's feet to the top of his head and an extreme level of fear and panic the likes of which he had never felt before assaulted his mind. Carn did not know what the man was trying to do but he had a premonition based on the rapid change of the air around him.
This man was already strong enough as it was and they had never considered the possibility that he could also use magic which now seemed to be their greatest mistake.
”ATTACK!!! Launch every attack you have now! Don't let him make a move!”
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