SWOOOOSH!
I dodged his fist by tilting my head slightly. It just brushed , leaving only a milliter gap between my skin and his knuckle. Handling an attack like this was too easy, almost as effortless as breathing, even with my Mind Power constrained.
As I sidestepped his initial attack, he quickly adjusted, tilting his body in response to my shifting stance. It was clear he sensed my incoming punch and instinctively moved.
However --
SWOOOOSH!
My fist shot forward like a speeding bullet, leaving a trail of blurred motion. My agility of 30 kicked in, turning my movent into a lightning-quick spectacle that bordered on the impossible to follow.
*BAM!
His head took a hit from my fist before he could fully process what was happening. But, being a kind person, I aid to inflict the least amount of pain possible.
It felt like a point-blank cannon blast to his head, and in an instant, his skull crumbled as if made of fragile porcelain. His body, now headless, remained standing for a brief, mont, before finally collapsing to the ground.
*THUD!
His neck was now mangled, and blood started flowing out, as if a faucet had been turned on.
The sight of that pooling blood and the brutality of my actions sent a shiver down the spine of everyone who witnessed it.
I could almost hear them thinking, "Does this guy have a shotgun hidden in his fist or what?" It was like a scene straight out of movie. The plot twist? I was the antagonist, and in this narrative, there was no hero to balance the scales.
"Who's next?" I asked with a twisted smile, but the room fell into an awkward silence after my display of power. I must have looked like a monster in their eyes right now.
"No one?" I asked again while wiping the blood off my hands with my white handkerchief.
I could have used my Telekinesis to clean it off, but I decided to go full physical right now. It had been a long ti since I fought using just my fists, after all.
"I'm giving you a chance. Step up, be brave, and take a shot. The one who attack would be the only person spared. But don't even think about running; I can kill all of you with a simple flick of my fingers," I declared, aiming to provoke them into action.
Their faces showed doubt, and so looked like they wanted to run. But fear held them back, afraid they'd get taken down the mont they turned away from .
The air felt thick with tension as they struggled with the risky choice of whether to fight or make a break for it.
"You're saying I won't get hurt if I take a swing at you?" a man stepped forward, visibly trembling. Fear was written all over him. The thought of death had a tight grip on his nerves.
"You heard right. Attack , and you'll be spared," I affird.
"I need you to be true to your word. I've got a family, a son. I can't afford to die here," he pleaded, desperation tinging his words.
"Absolutely," I replied with a nod. "Now, co," I gestured to him, inviting him to attack.
"AHHHHHH!" he scread in desperation as he charged forward, swinging his fist at . He moved fast, but for , it unfolded in slow motion, revealing the determination in his eyes to survive.
He must be a good father, making such a split-second decision. It was a risky move, considering none of them were sure if I'd keep my word. Despite my previous actions, he chose to trust , taking the chance for the sake of his family.
"Be proud of yourself," I smiled at him, genuinely satisfied with his display of bravery.
I raised my fist and intercepted his mid-air swing with my palm, bringing his attack to a sudden stop
"So— So, I'm spared?" An anxious look painted across his face, his expression searching for confirmation.
"Yes... But they're not," a wicked smile crept across my lips. I did ntion being a man of my word, and emphasize the words "Only" and "Spared"
He looked confused , but he didn't have to wait long to get his answer.
*BAM!
*BAM!
*BAM!
*BAM!
*BAM!
*BAM!
*BAM!
*BAM!
Countless explosions echoed as the heads of all the guards burst one by one. I could have done it simultaneously, but I choose for a deliberate delay each explosion, granting them a brief mont to witness their inevitable fate unfold.
So of them cried, so ran, so just knew they were done for. Different reactions, but in the end, they all faced the sa explosion before their ti ran out.
Blood splattered across the entire room, transforming the pristine white walls into a chilling canvas. The once-expensive furniture now resembled a gory Halloween display, soaked in deep crimson.
"M-- Monster" Myeong Tia's husband stood before , lips trembling with a mix of fear and anger. His eyes betrayed the confusion and pain he felt, silently asking the question that hung heavy in the air: Why am I doing all of this?
"Why?" he asked.
"Because they attacked . This is all self-defense," I replied with a chuckle, my tone attempting to paint as the victim in this twisted narrative.
His face drained of color after hearing my skewed response. It dawned on him that he wasn't just dealing with soone powerful but with soone whose moral compass was beyond logic.
"Self-defense?" he asked, a wry smile creeping onto his face, treating the notion as if it were the most absurd joke he'd ever heard.
"W— What do you want?" He stamred, fear etched across his face. The anger from being cheated on was now overshadowed by the looming fear of being kill by .
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"That's it? You're just going to give up just like that?" I shook my head in disappointnt. I thought he had so secret weapon or sothing, especially for soone who acquired a Moon Gem, but he seed surprisingly normal.
He could only clenched his fists in frustration.
After a mont of silence, he finally spoke, his voice seething with resentnt but he had to give up, "No need for unnecessary bloodshed "
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