Chapter 17 Cold Blooded Massacre (2/2)

”How is that possible!” a shrill scream escaped from John's dry mouth. his muscles were trembling, his urge to flee taking him over.

He passed through the Smuggling assault team, causing blood-curdling screams in his passage. His killing intent demolished their spirit, leaving them shaking in fear. Fell cut through them with ease and barged in the hall.

He instantly noticed an assault team equipped with snipers. Bullets cut through the hall in the direction of Fell, who responded with a dash, crossing drastically the distance between them. Finishing the last general Andy, he left the Shylock manager in half on the floor and advanced in his road.

He dashed through the building floors with ease, eliminating every single thug that made the mistake to cross his path. Every single kill nourished his blade, giving the thirsty blade a gargantuan first meal.

He soon arrived on the last floor, in front of him was a golden framed door. A colossal man was guarding the Boss's entrance. The rare person who knew him called him Arto, he was the strongest of Boss Zhang's subordinate, his confidant, his right-hand.

”You are quite strong. The big five couldn't even stop you in your track.” The man calmly said, his arms were crossed. A confident grin drew on his face.

”You're a cultivator. You're the same as Brother Zhang and I! We no longer exist on the same realm as those mortal peasants. Join us, DarkSun is just at its beginning. Join us and we will conquer this sh*tty city that birthed us.”

He stopped and looked deeply at Fell's eyes, respect was drawn on his face, the five generals' deaths didn't even matter for him. Fell's worth was just bigger than those mortal, he was a cultivator, and a young talented one. In the middle of the slums, it was a rare oddity.

”Come! Join us and let's take our revenge on this world that didn't accept us!”

His proposition dropped in Fell's sea of killing intent, leaving him unfazed in front of the big man. He advanced forward with the same pace he entered DarkSun's manor. It was with unhurried steps, mixed with matchless confidence that he advanced in the direction of the golden door. He came here with a clear goal, to uproot DarkSun.

Feeling that his opponent wasn't joining their cause, Arto frowned and sighed, disappointed that his proposal wasn't even taken into consideration.

He readied himself, his stance aggressive and hard. Before saying with a confident grin.

”Junior, you should know that I'm a Mid-Level Physique Molding Stage, fighting me will be quite a challenge for a newly born cultivator.”

Seeing that Fell was ignoring him, anger started to appear on his face.

”Then die!”, he unleashed his most powerful but simplest blow, using his body's titanic weight and his body cultivation base. Arto threw himself upward, sending a powerful straight punch with his armored fist.

Fell responded with a left hook of his own, he added his concepts of softness and hardness into the blow. Their fists collided, spreading a small earthquake through the floor.