Ryan, who had experienced hundreds of battles, faced this attack with a cool head. He imdiately dodged the person's stab and kicked the person away.
The person rolled on the ground but imdiately got back up. Strangely, he seed to not feel Ryan's hard kick. Not paying attention to the dust and blood on his face, this man imdiately lunged back at Ryan.
Ryan felt sothing was strange. The kick should have broken several of his enemy's bones. Finally he realized sothing, "Hmm .. Steroids, huh? You drink it until you get rid of your sore nerves? As I thought, the Italian mafia is not just anyone, you must've prepared for all this for a long ti!"
There was no other explanation for his enemy's situation. They didn't even radiate fear, pain or other emotions when they fought with their lives at stake. Seeing this, Ryan imdiately put up his fighting stance. He knew that this battle was going to be fierce and with so many people there, he could not let his guard down.
The guess was correct. The enemy whose nerves had gone numb imdiately lunged at Ryan at the sa ti as their unified attacking formation. Ryan could only act defensively.
Being in a defense mode didn't an you couldn't attack. In between fending off his attacks, Ryan would blow a fatal counterattack such as targeting his opponent's chest or stomach. By destroying several bones, the effectiveness of the enemy's attack would be reduced by at least 20% so that Ryan could slowly erode the enemy's strength.
After a few minutes of exchanging attacks, Ryan felt sothing was wrong with his enemies' attacks. It was as if their aim was not to kill him but to buy ti and exhaust his stamina.
Did these people realize that there was so mysterious power in his body? Did they want to unleash it from his control? Thinking of this weakness, Ryan couldn't help but have to resolve this matter quickly. There was no other way but to kill them.
But how? His opponents were moving in formation and their speed was also unusual. Moreover, Ryan did not carry a weapon so killing them was sowhat difficult.
'Alright, focus on one person first, grab the gun and slowly reduce the number of enemies' Ryan plotted.
Trang!
Ryan managed to catch one person and made him lose his knife. After slamming his opponent, Ryan imdiately took the knife and slit his throat.
One enemy down.
However, Ryan could not enjoy this mont of victory. When he pulled out the knife, he already received a kick coming from his back.
If this was the day before, maybe Ryan would just laugh and mock his opponent to kick himself harder. But today was different. His internal power was drained to save Irina. His strength was only 60% than usual. Not to ntion, he repeatedly received a combined attack from his opponent's battle formation.
That was why Ryan was mostly defensive in his movents. He didn't want to waste energy chasing his enemy. However, now he felt himself in danger and he should not be carried away by the enemy's rhythm.
Ryan rose to his feet and looked at all his enemies deeply. His eyes emitted a thick killing aura. Only one kick he received but it already ignited his killing spree to an extre. Pain? Not! He would not allow his enemy to enjoy his pain.
Ryan quickly shot out like a black light. Everybody whom this black light passed would leave behind a pool of blood and fallen limbs.
Fast and accurate!
Each hit Ryan managed to kill his enemy and it only took 2 minutes to kill all his enemies.
His terrifying figure and heavy panting breath reminded his enemies of the legend of the god of slaying from the underworld. Every step the god took, a headless body would lie down.
Ryan bathed in his enemy's blood, his red eyes coldly stared at the corpses of his enemies.
Right now he might look strong and terrifying, but underneath this mask he was already in great pain and the mysterious power in his body was starting to struggle. This massacre had sucked almost all of his inner strength. Perhaps without the X potion he drank the day before, the mysterious power within his body would have taken over his body.
As he tried to calm down, a clapping sound was heard.
Plaque! Plaque! Plaque!
Ryan, who was still standing still in the middle of a pool of blood, turned his back to the clapping figure.
"Marvelous! As expected from the underworld's god of war! Bravo! The legend about you killing my father's team of 1000 assassins is not a fignt. No one has dared to fight you since then. No wonder my assassination team can't do anything. Once again I say you are marvelous!"
This person's voice sounded very irritating with a strange accent like a female voice. But Ryan knew that he was a man because he had heard this voice before.
"Igor Suhov. The boy finally escaped from his mother's embrace. How dare you co to face !"
Ryan knew Igor Suhov very well. The son of Ural Suhov, one of the 12 heads of the Italian mafia family, Igor was of Japanese descent from his mother. He was under the auspices of his father for as long as he lived as he would inherit his father's position later on.
With her female-like figure, his face was very white and petite like an Asian. He looked beautiful. If he were a woman, he would be seized by many n in the world. But when Ryan saw him, he imdiately got into his stance because he knew that his opponent was very dangerous.
It could be said that Igor Suhov was ranked 20th in the rank of Gods.
In this world, there were humans who were at the pinnacle of martial arts. Therefore, a list erged that ranked these talents. There were three lists that distinguished their combat power, naly Gods, Half-Bloods and Humans. God ranks had 100 nas, Half-Bloods 1,000 nas and Humans 10,000 nas.
However, there was still a list that surpassed them all and they were known as the 12 Aesirs. People who could truly be said to be close to the realm of the real Gods. Ryan belonged to this list known as Nergal, the god of war.
The strength gap between the 12 Aesir Gods was insignificant. So if they were ranked by a number, an argunt would break out between them. They'd argue about who was the greatest and it could instigate a battle that shook the earth until a winner remained. Ryan might na himself on this list as he slaughtered 1000 people sent by Ural Suhov in one night. Since then, Ryan was known as Nergal the God of War from the underworld, famously known for his blood-soaked figure after slaughtering his opponent.
Faced with hundreds of life and death situations, Ryan was certainly not afraid of Igor Suhov. But today was different, today he was at his weakest.
"Nergal oh Nergal, why are you putting on such a fierce face? Are you trying to exude your murderous aura or are you enduring the pain?" In other words, Igor knew that Ryan was not in his pri condition.
"You think my exit today is a coincidence? Do you think the destruction of your base was also a coincidence? I was the one who did all that! I am the one who will end your life and carry on the na Nergal that you don't deserve to wear!"
Igor Suhov imdiately gave off a killing aura and his gaze beca serious.
Seeing this, Ryan just grinned and said mockingly, "Hahaha, you're alone trying to challenge by yourself? Igor, how could a kid like you possibly destroy my base alone? If it's just a brat like you, it's been a long ti since I sent your father flowers for your funeral!"
After Ryan said that, Igor's gaze got even sharper.
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