Will swung his leg, hitting one across his knee. A popping sound was heard as he fell to the ground.
He didn't stop there as he threw out a punch, hitting him across his neck.
[ 50exp ]
He wasted no time as he fought with the next person. Taking a glance, he discovered that Issaiah had taken down more than half of the group, and the remaining ones were being handled by Dren and Belle.
He struck the guy's chin with his sheathed blade and leapt high, his legs above his shoulder. He brought it down, but the guy blocked it, with his arms crossed.
The guy threw his hand, hitting Will across his face. Will slid backwards before gaining his footing.
[ -5hp ]
The guy suddenly appeared before Will, his hands transformed into deadly blades. He struck at Will, but he was quick enough to block with his blade.
Will felt his heel connect to his lower jaw, swinging his head backwards.
[ -5hp ]
"He's a tough one," Will thought, shaking his head. He finally drew out his katana blade, drawing in some breath.
"I guess I might as well test my sword skills," Will said to himself, taking a stance.
"First formation! Flowing force!" He said in his head as he charged forward his movements fluid and precise.
He swung his sword, clashing against the guy's transformed hands. A sound of metal hitting metal was produced. Will jumped backwards and then moved forward once again, this time initiating a thrust.
The guy blocked with his hands crossed but was pushed backwards. A little blood dripped down from his hand that took the hit, causing a surprised look.
Will wasted no time as he swung his blade following the flow.
"Shit! What type of technique is that?" The guy cursed as he raised his right hand, taking the blow. Will hadn't left any space open for a counterattack during all these attacks and was striking in such a way that the guy could only block.
With each strike, the next strike becomes stronger, making it difficult for him to fight back.
"You're a strong one," the guy said, moving backwards. 'If I could just close the distance between us, I would be able to end the battle easily.'
'Analyse,' Will muttered. Why the guy was preparing himself to attack, Will had used this opportunity to check the guy's stats.
[ Name: Joe Lenski]
[ Ability: hand transformation: Able to transform his hand into any sort of shape based on users' imagination ]
[ Realm: Middle realm ( middle stage) ]
The guy was a close-range fighter who used his fist. He was quite at a disadvantage fighting against Will, who was using a sword.
The guy decided to change tactics as he charged on turning his hands into long tentacles. He threw his hand, which caught Will's wrist and pulled him towards him.
His other hand transformed into a big fist, which slammed into Will's face. Will's head swung backwards with his body stumbling backwards.
The tentacle still latched on his wrist. He drew him forward and swung his leg, this time hitting Will in his face.
[ -8hp ]
Will bit his lip, bearing through the pain and swung his sword, which emitted a fiery glow. He cleanly cut off the hand and swung his sword in a wide arc, releasing an arc of flame towards the guy.
The guy jumped back, avoiding the strike. The tentacle then changed back to his full hand. Looking at his hand, it was fully grown as if nothing had happened.
Will looked at the floor where he had cut off the part of the tentacle and found it still there. "Hmmm, his powers are akin to the soul manipulation ability, but it's of a lower form since he can only transform his hand." Will thought as he charged forward.
The guy threw his hand, which turned into spikes and hurled it at Will. Will skillfully dodged the spikes and dived right at him, cutting his entire arm off. He then kicked him on his chest, sending him backwards.
Tsk."It also grew back," Will said as he kicked off the ground. "As far as he has a lot of mana, he would be able to regrow them no matter what I do. I might as well target other parts of his body."
Will kicked off the ground, his katana blade sheathed. He spun his body with gales of wind surrounding him.
"Shit! What's he up to again, I'm already low on energy." He joined his palms together, and slowly, a huge wall was starting to form. It covered his entire body acting like a shield.
Slowly, flames wrapped around Will's hands down to his elbow. The flames were moving around his hands as if alive. He swung both hands, striking the shield Joe had formed. A small explosion occurred as Will's fist struck the shield.
A surge of flame wrapped around Joe as Will's fist penetrated the shield hitting his chest.
Arghhh! He screamed as he was sent, hurtling backwards. He held his chest as he felt a burning sensation within. He coughed out blood, his hands on his aching chest. The heat had died down with him feeling the pain from the strike only.
His hands were dangling beside him as he knelt on the floor. "C'mon, heal body!" he screamed in his head as he struggled to stand up but fell back to the ground.
Will took a glance around and found out that Dren and Belle were already through their battle and were walking towards him.
Joe felt an intense gaze on him from the crowd gathered and couldn't help but gulp down the blood gathered in his mouth.
Shit! He struggled back to his feet, his hands slowly healing.
"I can still go on!" He exclaimed as he charged towards Will, his hands transformed into a large blade.
Back off! He's mine, "Will said to his comrades as he kicked off the ground. Just like the last time, his legs were covered in the same life-like flames. He swung his leg, leaving a trail of blazing heat.
"Arghhh!" The guy screamed as his hands fell with a thud, blood flowed out dyeing the ground.
Will wasn't done, as he swung his legs again. His heels landed on the side of his head, sending him to the ground.
[ 60 exp ]
[ 356/2000 exp ]
Just as the battle ended, one of the VR pods opened up with a young guy in a white robe coming out with his white hair tied in a bun.
"What's going on here," he said with a deep voice. Looking at the floor, he saw his people on the floor with some passed out while others were barely able to stand.
His eyes went towards the group that had done it. One could feel the temperature rising in the room as he stared at Will and his comrades.
He stepped forward, walking towards Will. "Do you know what you've just done?" He asked with anger apparent on his face.
Will stared right back at him. "What's there to it, I just taught them some manners," he replied.
Garou raised his hand in the air for a moment before sending it down.
"Huh?" Will was unable to comprehend what had just happened as he saw himself stuck in a VR pod, his chest aching badly.
[ -10hp ]
Holding the edge of the pod at both sides, Will pulled himself up. He walked towards Garou, his face set in a hard line.
Not long, he stood before him, his eyes blazing in anger.
"Hitting one of my members means going against the Rasin clan," he said as he raised his hands once again and struck down.
"The first time I was caught off guard, this time around, it would be different!" Will thought as he strained his senses.
"Urghh!" Will groaned as he was sent back this time around the force was greater than the first. His body slammed into the pod, destroying it.
"How's that possible?" Will thought, holding his aching chest, which had caved in a little.
[ -15hp ]
Blood slowly dripped from his mouth as he struggled back to his feet, his eyes still maintaining the blazing anger he felt.
Just as he got back to him, a hand stopped him from going further. "He's above your level," Issaiah said before walking forward.
"You've had your fun, now I think it's enough," Issaiah said to him, his figure brimming with confidence.
"Is he alright?"
The crowd began to murmur. To alter such words to Garou Rasin, the heir and also the strongest and uprising youth not only in the Eastern region but across the other regions.
They both stared at each other, with none making a move.
"That's enough!" They heard a voice say. The person finally came into view, his face covered in anger.
Gasps filled the room as they found out it was none other than Henry.
"The five of you come with me." He commanded before walking off.