An explosive send off

"Was my tale all that you hoped it would be?"

Taf had a cheeky smile as he looked at the now struggling man dressed in all black.

" You despicable excuse for a man. So this was a trap all along? You lured me here to be devoured, you small bastard." Yelled the elder.

Taf only laughed while replying, " Look at you, the pot calling the kettle black. Not the brightest of cultivators, are you?"

" A wise general always knows to assess his opponent. Then draw up his battle plans to strike a swift blow or counter.

  How could I, one who only has the power to take on mortals, fight someone as powerful as yourself?

  If you had taken a minute to think, the results might have played out in your favour.

  I planned your demise the second I heard you were looking for me based on your seeming arrogance. Simply by drawing up my battle tactics with this factory being the setting to counter your power."

He continued as the blob tightened its grip around the now pale elder.

" A few years ago, I read a journal that had opened my eyes to your world. In that journal, I read tales of those who flew in the air like the wind and even fought.

  Now the first time I heard of your existence, it struck me as odd that you would seek mortals as your henchmen. From the previous tales, a powerful cultivator would not need to lower themselves to such a level.

I had figured out previous that just like us mortals, there must be those at the lower tier of the scale of your world. Your actions unknown corpse number one ticked that box.

  So why wouldn't I attempt, just like my predecessors, to complete the task once seemed inconceivable?

I'm awesome, aren't I, huh?"

Mouse laughed as he thought of how he had defeated this powerful enemy.

A dejected Black spawn looked on as all his world qi had been absorbed, and the night went back to its warm temperature.

" unlike a wise general, you did the opposite and underestimated your opponent, which has brought us to this conclusion. Without lifting a finger, you were defeated.

Now I'll ask you a question, and you'll answer. Your death is an absolute, but I'll make it less painful if your answers are to my liking. How about it, huh?"

Taf sat once more on the brick while looking at the struggling elder.

" My death is assured, and I have no future. Why would I tell you crap, you bastard?"

The now captive elder shouted as he looked at the teenager who looked at him without any seeming regard.

" Actually, that's where you're wrong. Being without any world qi, you are no more than a weak mortal now before me. If you ask your henchmen outside waiting, That is when I become an ominously terrifying existence."

Two hammers were taken from his back as he stood up and walked to the now defenceless elder.

" See, this is the part I tend to love the most. Your screams of agony will make the cold blood in my body boil to its peak.

Let me show you why being my enemy in this city makes the doctors' pockets giggle with excitement."

He grinned as he looked on the exposed limbs of the elder.

"The first question, tell me the levels or realms of cultivation within your world."

His hand moved, and the elder saw a hammer smashing towards his ankle.

CRACK!!!!!!

Screams of agony could be heard from the elder as his right ankle had only a fine piece attached to his now wabbling foot.

" Oh, seems I was tardy on that one. Let me fix that problem."

Smash!!!!

The two hammers pummelled once more to the elder's injured foot.

" Aaaaah, even if death is before me, I will not give you the satisfaction in this lifetime."

A resolute response was heard as sweat poured from the forehead of now kneeling elder. He screamed as the pain flooded his body.

" Seems you are going for the record in holding out on me; how noble indeed."

" The previous record was two shattered ankles and a knee. Let's see if you can take it all and make my night."

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Outside the factory, confused faces could be seen all around.

First, the temperature seemed to have plummeted for no reason after the elder entered.

Only a few minutes went by, and the once cold temperature went back to normal. That would be weird but not cause much of an alarm as what followed next.

Screams of agony could be heard from inside the building. However, to their surprise, it was none other than the devil-like presence, the elder dressed in black.

" What the hell is going on?" Sheldon, dressed in yellow and white, exclaimed as he heard.

" Is it even possible that Mouse won? How on earth could that even be a possibility? When since could a mortal trample over one that cultivates? Are my ears playing tricks on me?"

Brent also exclaimed with his jaws opened wide.

"Someone pinch me as I must be dreaming. How did he do it?"

Gomorra looked on in utter amazement. It didn't matter to her who won, but subconsciously she thought the mouse demise would have been imminent. Yet he seemed to have won within minutes.

"How did he do it? And how on earth was it done in a matter of minutes? Did he bend the fabric of reality in some way?"

She started to subconsciously shake as she thought of that youth with those two hammers on his back.

"If he can do that to such a powerful being, who are we to oppose him.

  Starting tonight, I'll make my prepayment to him. Shit, I think I'll even double the damn payment. He is a true friend that should be feared."

Steffan became the first to shout those words, only to hear acknowledging voices exclaiming in a choir of agreement.

" Damn, you say double; you are merely belittling Sir Mouse and his pristine name. My payments will quadruple in sum."

Brent, the baldie, stated with a straight face as he acted as if he was doing the nobles of acts.

"You're only trying to kiss up baldie and make us all look bad."

A hateful shout was heard by Sheldon as he berated the seemingly shameless Brent.

" Better to feed a carrot to a horse than to be the one unfortunate to be trampled under its hooves, I say".

They went back and forth as the tense atmosphere continued.

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Inside, the harrowing factory screams could be heard and sounded as if not coming from a human's mouth.

" See, was that so bad anonymous corpse number one? You have impressed me with how long it took you to break under pressure."

" Hehe, After smashing your wrist and elbow, even I for a second admired your resilience,"

The Mouse looked on the now bloodied elder with a combination of black and red all over his body.

" I'll see you in hell, you bastard."

The now humiliated Black spawn looked helpless as he eyed the wicked fiend youth before him.

" If I were you, I wouldn't wish such things. If I were to enter such a place, the devil himself would become my footstool. When that happens, what would you be?"

The elder looked on the youth before him with seeming dread once more.

" I heard that you will know the true character of a person in the last moments. Let's see if it is the same for those who cultivate. These are my last word to you."

[Ora stammer in cammino ed explode]

"Nooooooooooooo!!!!"

Booooom!!!!