115 Battle For The Airdrop (2/2)

The place was over hundred meters wide with only one stream of the river flowing through it with weeds and the like growing on the side. The river stream was at least twenty meters wide and this is actually a long stretch of river that connects multiple towns and cities around the province where a lot of people earn their living through this body of water before the Apocalyptic Era started.

This place was just below a bridge that connects the provincial capital city of the province and the town of San Nicolas.

”What are you people doing!? We got here first!” John yelled angrily at the new group that just arrived but arrogantly even went as far trying to snatch the airdrop from them when they just arrived.

”Who came last or who came first, we don't care! It's the person who has the bigger fist does!” said one of the leader of the three groups that recently arrived and pulled out a long improvised spear made from iron from his back and arrogantly pointed it towards John.

”Do you believe I won't roast you to death!?” John grinned maliciously as his fist started getting covered in flames like Natsu Dragneel.

Broom~ Screech~!

A group of four vehicles just arrived and immediately came onto a long screeching halt when a bald guy stepped out of the car and looked laughingly at John, ”Heh, I was still a bit far away but I can already hear your annoyingly arrogant voice, John!”

”Baldur! Bastard! Have a taste of my[Scorch Blast]!” John jumped down from the top of the car and punched out with his right fist towards Baldur's group as a scorching ball of fire around the size of around two meters in diameter.

”F*cking chuunibyou!” Baldur angrily yelled as the spear in his hand started rotating so fast like a plane propeller.

The spear on his hands was spinning so fast that it slowly produced a wind vortex and rushed towards the ball of fire hurling towards their direction.

When the two skills collided with each other…

Kaboom!

The collision created a small shockwave that sent people and things flying for a few meters.

”Charge! Kill them!” John yelled angrily as he pulled a metal bat covered in spikes from the back of the vehicle beside him.

Ahhhh! Rumble~!

With his shout, signaled the inevitable battle among all groups around the Airdrop site.

John and his men charged valiantly towards Baldur's group and the latter also did the same while the other survivor groups that arrived also started fighting amongst themselves just for that small chance that they could obtain the airdrop for themselves.

The ensuing battle was like the old war in the middle ages where a melee battle was the center of a war that decides the result of defeat or victory.

Clang~ Clang~ Clang~

Multiple weapons started colliding with each other as their users try to kill the enemy in front of them.

”Baldur! Today, I will kill you!” John yelled angrily as he somersaulted forward towards Baldur with his Bat raised above his head covered in his flame ability.

”Shut up, you chuunibyou!” Baldur face started twitching as he brandished his spear as a small vortex of wind started covering the tip of the spear and then he angrily yelled as he leapt up in the air and met John as their weapons clashed head on in mid-air.

Boom!

Their small clash created a small shock wave that they were immediately sent flying into opposite directions.

John's left hand and feet scratched the dirt ground as he slid off backwards on the ground, creating a trail on its wake.