Chapter 22

"Any last words….. No, Fine." Not getting any word from the girls, he thrust this sword straight without any delay.

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'They took out almost all the mobs alone.' I noticed a dozen dead bodies were lying on the floor and a few grunts were alive.

"Huh? WHO ARE YOU?" The short black-haired man yelled in a daze as his Katana was inches away from his prey's head.

What startled him more was his weapon was stopped with the bare hand and even when he tried to move it in any direction it would not budge an inch.

"I think you took my words to heart and thoroughly ignored me." I casually teased my underling with a smug look and entirely ignored others who now were on alert.

"M-Micheal! Save us." Tifa immediately said seeing Micheal stop the blade with one hand, she had her hope's up that they will be saved.

Four of them opened their eyes in anticipation as the blade didn't reach their neck and were stunned to see Micheal holding his sharp blade with bare hands.

James was attempting to bulge the blade a little but failed.

"What you all did, you deserve a good punishment….." He coldly said while making eye contact just to remind them of their malpractice and misconduct.

All of them excluding Nina look at the ground ashamed as now they realize that they broke a few rules just because they were either persuaded or had other motives of their own which were not accepted.

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"How dare you!" Nina muttered in frustration and clenched her fist while starting the ground.

"What do you mean?" He asked, dumbfounded, tilting his head confused.

"You are the traitor who sold us to them by informing them about this plan beforehand, and you are the one who planned the bomb in the HQ which then leads to this!" She finished telling them his allegation of betrayal, staring him in the eyes. She shed tears of pain, which she was holding for a long time.

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"......" No one moved and everyone was silent for a moment even their enemies were stupefied seeing this scene and then the next moment they were even more astonished due by Micheal's action.

*Slap "B**** come the F**** out of your delusions!" In anger, I roared at her and slapped her face while holding back as I did not desire to kill her just because she said some bulls***.

"You dar-" *Slap Before she could say anything else I slapped her again on her other cheek and this time with double the power which knocked her out cold and swelled her cheeks.

"Nin-" Anna was about to yell but stopped as Micheal's death stare gave her chills through the spine, and she ate her words up. Tifa and Juri Han were silent and Lighting passed out due to bleeding.

*ugh ".... Die everyone." *Clangg Short black hair guy pulled his Katana with all his might and finally freed his weapon from Micheal's strong grip but also wounded his hand.

He on the spot swung his blade in such a way he chopped all of them in a single swoop, but Micheal swiftly reacted to his moment beforehand and interjected with his blade which he received as a gift.

'I didn't want to do that…. But this anger and her annoying tone triggered me.' I thought, realizing that the action I took was completely out of emotion, not a rational action.

'All of this must be due to me not getting used to this body.' I gripped the blade firmly and observed my underlying as they were almost fine, then stare at the swordsman and his mob.

"James, he is one of them….." Long black hair guys muttered in wariness, walking toward the short hair guys calling him by his name.

'What does he mean by that… status inspect'

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Title : None

Name: James

Age: 29

Status: Alive/ Healthy/ Afraid, cautious, stressed.

Relation: Enemy

Level: 30

Hate: System user

like: His life and himself.

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Title : Swordsman

Name: Fred

Age: 35

Status: Alive/Mentally unstable, stressed.

Relation: Enemy

Level: 31

Hate: Strong people

like: Women, sex and drugs.

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'2 level difference, could this mean they are strong?' I asked myself, and then we started the battle.

I took a defensive stance as I am not in the mood to attack first.

Without uttering a word they rushed at me with full coordination, James attacked from left, and Fred flank from right in hope that this strategy would give either one of them a window/ opportunity to land a blow.

"Micheal Lighting bleeds profoundly, untie us first!" Tifa shouted, and I remember I didn't untie them. That means I have to finish them quickly.

"Focus here kid!" Fred said, but he was not as close as James. I turn around and quickly one hand parry James's vertical slash attack, pretending to ignore Fred.

"Micheal you're behind!!!" Girls yelled in worry as Fred increased his pace of running and was about to deliver a horizontal slash.

"Your coordination, speed, and strategy were great, but it lacked one thing which is necessary," I said loudly, so everyone could hear, then grabbed James' collars firmly.

I kicked his leg while pulling him toward Fred's direction to use him as a shield.

Seeing that Fred was about to stop his attack, I made a feint motion that I would attack him if he stopped his sword.

Now his two options are, either he attacks or he dies.

"Power!" I continued saying and pushed James toward his friend who didn't stop the attack like a typical swordsman and wounded his friend badly, however it was not fatal.

"Grunt 1 and 2 attack them," Fred ordered his remaining mob in anger as they were watching the fight instead of doing something.

Fred himself falls with James.

"Sparda!" I commanded my stand as it appeared out of thin air and ran so vigorously that no one was able to see it.

"What was that!" Fred shouted as he felt strong winds just blow past him which, unknown to him, was Micheal's stand.

The grunt turns around reactively to kill whoever appears behind them with SMG; however, they were not as speedy as Sparda.

Sparda punched them with such a robust force that it created a hole in their guts and their internal organs came out flying with blood and bones.

"I will show you what is…. Power that you lack," I muttered as everyone's eyes were fixed on the bloody scene that they forget the one who is done that was next to them.

'In order to use this technique, one must focus their soul on the release of the blade, nothing else.' Taking a few deep breaths I walked forward slowly, the blade was in my hand, and I was completely focused and concentrated on recalling what to do in my mind.

'In doing so, the strikes achieve a god-like speed.' I finished preparing.

"ONE…. MIND!" I yelled, raising the blade in the air with both hands.

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[One Mind] A sword technique which unleashes a storm of attacks from a sheathed stance; so fast that the blade is nigh invisible.

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