Chapter 86: A Man of Code
"Did he dodge it?"
Velda thought in disbelief, watching as her blade missed the target and hit the ground behind him.
High up on the mountain, unnoticed by her target, and with a well-thrown blade, she should have had a 100% kill mark, yet she had missed.
It sent an unconscious thump through her heart, but her expression remained cold as ever.
"A hard target, huh?"
She mused, shifting her hand as another blade slid into her palms, but when she turned back to him...
BAAADUMP!
A loud thump echoed in her chest as she looked down at him.
He had changed.
The same young man who had appeared completely oblivious and easy to kill was now radiating bloodlust from those crimson eyes.
What was worse, a blurry phantom coated his body, adding a menacing aura that chilled her to the spine.
"A... werewolf?"
BOOOOOM!
The reverberation reached her as he suddenly flashed away from where he stood.
Immediately, she took three steps back, each step sending a blade flashing forward toward him.
But he was incredibly fast and agile, weaving through all three blades before soaring high into the sky.
"Falcone!"
She shouted in fear, quickly backing off.
VRROOOOOOM!
The air parted as White descended onto the ground like a meteor.
His hands jerked back, all fingers straight, forming a blade that ripped forward at her neck.
A swift attack with a single goal: take her head off.
"No."
SPLURRRT!
Blood splashed into the air as White landed on the ground, shaking it with the force of his descent.
His hands were outstretched, the tips covered in red blood, but only the tips.
At the last second, a hand appeared, jerking the girl backward and causing his death strike to miss.
Standing up, his hands reached to the side as an arrow paused an inch from his right eye.
CRAAACK!
It broke into two as White cracked it, throwing it aside.
"I heard about you, Pomero."
The words rang out from the girl who had intercepted the arrow.
She had long black hair coming out from only one side of her head; the other side had been shaved and painted a dirty brown color.
In her hands was a large bow, with two arrows currently strung.
Behind her were two more girls, one with yellow hair holding a spear, and the last, the girl who had just been attacked, gripping her neck to stop the bleeding while her other hand held a short blade, her eyes still wide with fear of narrowly evading death.
Only if she knew how much that fear currently empowered White.
"I heard you were transferred from one of the top three schools. I want to feel what it’s like to kill one of those weak yet pompous bastards," she said, her voice dripping with jealousy.
Could White blame her? It was a shitty life around her compared to Xtremecyber.
"See, I am a man of Code,"
White began, snapping his hands to the side and shaking the blood off his fingers.
"And one of my codes is this: anyone who turns their blade against me to kill will be killed by me in return."
A grin spread across the half-shaved girl’s face.
"Unfortunately, I am an imperfect man. I do break my own code sometimes, though never to my detriment, of course."
"I break it when there’s something to gain. Something worth the risk of a second death."
He said,
"This path you’ve taken leads to the jungle. I’m guessing you’re trying to complete a mission and in need of points?"
"Exactly."
"So here’s the deal: give me every last bit of Bloodpoints you have, and in exchange, I’ll break my code of taking each of your heads off your necks."
"Hahahaha!"
At White’s threat, the lady laughed out loud, though her bowstring was drawn back even harder.
"If you were indeed capable of what you say, why would you bother going to the jungle for points?"
"Wouldn’t it have been better to simply take it from those weaker than you?"
She said, unfazed.
In return, White raised both hands into the sky.
"I told you, didn’t I?"
The words didn’t ring from before them.
No.
They rang directly in Cara’s ears, whose eyes widened in shock as she witnessed the image five meters away slowly fade away.
Her ears turned red from the breath, the whisper reaching her.
"I am a man of Code!"
VROOOOOM!
White’s head split apart as a blade tore through it, but it was nothing but an afterimage.
VROOOOOOOOOOM!
The air exploded in a circular motion as he turned his waist, throwing every bit of power he had into his right hands, which were pressed together like a blade, and he made a horizontal circular cleave
RIIIIIIP!
BUUUUUURRRSST!
Blood burst through the air as a head soared into the sky.
It was the head of Velda.
She had been his target all along.
VROOOOOOOOM!
VROOOOOOOOM!
He felt the air shake twice as two arrows pierced toward him.
Trying to dodge, taking a step back, but his step paused, finding the thrown spear reaching for him.
Arrow at the front, a spear behind,
[Which would it be, White?]
The system panel flashed, and White grinned.
He stepped forward, the blade weaving past his back, but it didn’t move far as White’s hands grabbed it,
PUCCCHI!
PUCCCHI!
The sound of flesh tearing echoed as two holes appeared in him.
One arrow completely tore through his left shoulder, leaving his hand dangling by flesh, while the other pierced his right chest, barely missing his heart.
But it was like White couldn’t feel them.
Without even wasting a single second, he swung the blade that had been thrown at him back toward its origin, and Falcone’s eyes widened.
She immediately tried to dodge, but then.
’Activate Predatory Mark.’
An unbearable feeling of fear hit her in the next moment as she felt the eyes of death lock onto her.
It led her to freeze, just for a second, but a second was all that was needed.
PUCCCCHI!
CREAAAK!
The sound of flesh being ripped through and bone cracking apart, and the sight that followed?
It was so beautiful, White’s grin reached his ears:
Standing there in half-confusion and shock, a gigantic hole in the place where her heart and ribs ought to be.
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