71 Killable Rats II (1/2)
'To think that this man is no man at all but an existential spirit of a cigarette or something. This dude was able to bloat his stomach and make poisonous nicotine rain, a completely inhuman feat for an Initiate ranker. It just goes to show the mysteries of the world.' Aster commented as he observed the cut-down cigar that had long lost its light. ”This man is basically hard to kill if one would carelessly attack the ash-like body and thinking that his viral parts are there. It was just a way to make me look cool by cutting the cigarette but who knew that this would happen?”
He looked towards the only remaining rats and said with killing intent. ”I hope that you guys are not something like this cigar guy. It would be quite redundant if I have to slice up a bat and your body would become baseballs. Haha! As a matter of fact, I feel that situation would be hilarious.”
”Let us test it out, shall we?”
Batter was now close to shitting his pants because Aster's words meant that he was next. In a state of panic, the ponytailed man stepped back and yelled in disagreement. ”No... you better fucking get back! You better... fucking do what I say or...”
”Or what?” The one he is threatening jokingly asked. Batter also knew that he had nothing to bargain at all and just dashed towards him in madness. ”Die! Exallos beizmpol!”
Batter was registered as a long-distance attacker in Aster's point of view but his movements at the moment made him realize that the ponytail man is actually a master of brawls like how a true gangster would be.
The dented metal bat glowed with metallic luster as Aster felt the heaviness that every strike towards him was enough to potentially incapacitate him.
It was a heavy-hitting and uncharacteristically fast mode of attacking that truly signified a Baseball Rampage. The metal weapon meant for sports was literally giving a striking sound to the base of the rats.
It is said that the sound that a batter makes when they make contact with their target would mean different things. A loud one is meant to be something that practically hit something.
PING! PING! PING!
The ping in the air while Aster dodged it meant the very skill and dedication of every swing to decimate him. Unfortunately for the rampaging Batter, his target's dodging skill was more profound than all of his mindless angle of striking and swinging.
Aster just had to step back or hop to the side and repeat the whole process. They had already moved about six meters as the dodge and hit process underwent. Batter's more than a hundred strikes were met with Aster's more than a hundred eased steps and hops.
”Aaaaaahhhh!!!” Batter felt the sheer mockery in the grin that Aster was showing in front of him. The intensity and magnitude of the consecutive strikes were increased while Aster was slowly feeling the pressure.
'Well, this must be Rat's Desperation!' Aster knew the trick behind Cinder's Nicotine Rain and Tank's Moldable Ground. They were moves beyond their cultivation level and they gained that power by virtue of this very skill that Batter is currently using. 'If this man would be unleashed to a crowd of rival gangs, he could literally wipe them down to blood and guts. The sheer quality of his power is enough to ground and crush bodies to bits.'
”Die! Die! Die! Die, you fucker!!” The speed of the stikes became faster by the second as shockwaves that moved stationary air with violent gusts could be felt. His two hands gripped the handle as he tried to liken his target to a mole that would move up and down of a hole in an arcade.
It is supposed to be a simple game but one would completely lose his temper if he failed to score even a single point.
'This man should really turn down his curses. He only knows the words related to 'fucking' that I somewhat feel he is sexually retarded.' Aster was just leisurely killing the time with his dodging with degrading comments towards his opponents. He was now using Space Skip to extricate himself from the straightforward attack.
The straightforwardness just played to Aster's advantage as the supposedly powerful man had no time to defend his back. Before a literal backstab could be given to the ponytailed man, Aster's murderous spirit felt the pesky rat move towards him in demonic speed.
He reappeared but had to disappear again from that spot. Rat's supposedly dismembered left hand was now replaced with a dark amalgamation of mana that resembled claws. Batter was spared but the floor behind him was scraped with deep claw marks.
”Batter! Snap out of it.” Rat touched his only remaining comrade in the back. He was facing a freaking monster in human form and to vanquish it, he needed every helping hand he could get. He looked like an abomination himself but his rat monstrosity could not even be compared to the youth that just leaked killing intent.
”Ha... ha... ha...!” Batter eventually snapped out of his rampage state but his mana reserves and bodily integrity made him gasp for breath weirdly.
Aster took this chance to kill the man but he had to stop himself due to the incessant claw strikes that Rat unleashed to Batter's proximity. The boss man found the move to have outsmarted his enemy and he said mockingly. ”Come on, devil! Teleport closer if you want. No one is stopping you!”
This may have been the only time that Rat felt his cunningness win against his current aggressor and cherished the chance like a crazed psycho.
”Oh well. There are other ways to kill Initiate rankers.” Aster calmly proclaimed as an iconic shotgun made from blood materialized into his hands. 'I could go for the no gun route of shooting but that would not be gunmanship at all.'
The hardened barrel of blood pointed towards the duo as Aster pulled the trigger from a distance.
BANG!
One shot and a spread of killing bullets attacked them.
”Hmmph! I now know your damned lies!” Rat was smart enough to realize now that covering himself with condensed Expert aura was enough to shield himself from the attack. Blood bullets only gave him pained stings as he used his strong mana as a barrier to deflect them.
”Aaahh!” He was smart to defend himself but he was too dumb to realize that Batter already experienced a hit. Rat could not help but blurt out. ”Shit!”
Too bad for Batter, Rat's mentioning of feces and poop could not stop what was about to happen next.