Bang!
Amon's body landed with a loud thud, his body rolling before pulling himself up and looking around him to survey the situation.
"Shit, I landed on the 18th Floor..."
With his body full of a raging black dragon and tiger, he pulled back his right arm, now covered with thick black scales and a dragon's claw.
He smashed into the reinforced windows designed to resist storms.
Not cultivators!
Smash!
The entire window exploded, shards of glass flinging everywhere, one slicing his cheek and a line of red blood dripping down his chin.
But Amon didn't even check the damage; he lept into the office. Looking around, he saw two pricks in strange outfits like those wolf people the other night rushing towards him.
'They ain't related to her, Ming clan...'
Amon's body phased forwards; his eyes focused on the two cultivators as one took out a sword with black hair, and the other, wearing spiked leather gloves with bald hair, rushed towards him.
Amon's body twisted to the side, dodging the blade swing by a hair, and using the montum, he head-butted the bald one, throwing him against the wall.
His left leg aid at the black hair guy, but he ducked and rolled away, picking up his sword again.
Amon growled, 'Looks like these guys are here for and know I can cultivate... Body Forging Realm!'
The bald guy stood up, holding his head as blood dripped from his nose, before Amon charged at him, his fists smashing into the bald man's chest and face with a relentless barrage as he thought danger might co to Rebecca.
Would this be the curse of him not following the plot or waking up too late!?
"Fuck!"
Amon kept punching the bald guy, forcing him deeper into the wall, blood oozing from mouth, nose and eyes, his bones cracking from each blow as the black flas grew with each blow that impacted the man's body, while behind the black-haired swordsman's rushed forward to save his companion.
With a large shadow, the bald man was blasted backwards as the black-haired swordsman brought his sword down hard onto Amon's back.
Black flas roared as Amon turned around, grabbing the black-haired man's sword arm and bending it backwards, breaking it and forcing the blade to go down before bringing his elbow down on the man's shoulder.
A loud crunching noise rang through the room as the man let out a roar of agony, falling to the floor, clutching his broken arm with the bone poking through on his dominant arm and shoulder blade.
Amon wasn't a good-willed man; his boot stomped down, crushing the neck of the cultivator and ending his life—while grabbing the longsword, he walked towards the badly wounded bald man and slit his throat so deep his head began to flap like a mouth.
[Killed Body Forging Realm Cultivator Gained 1,000 Aura]
[Killed Body Forging Realm Cultivator Gained 1,000 Aura]
'Bastards...'
Holding the sword, Amon rushed to the stairs, needing to reach the 25th floor from the 18th.
A loud crash echoed through the stairwell as Amon's body smashed into the door, busting it open and entering the stairwell and rushing up to the top floor—his eyes were narrow with a violent purple shine as he rushed to Rebecca's side cutting down anyone that got in his way and devouring their Aura.
More and more cultivators ca to fight him, but they all died instantly without rcy.
After ten minutes of intense fighting, Amon reached the top floor and threw the door open—seeing the room was fine; he walked towards the safe room, noticing that all the important docunts and files had been moved.
[Killed Body Forging Realm Cultivator Gained 5,500 Aura]
'This girl? Her life is in danger, and she is trying to protect my company's secrets... They aren't even stored here...'
He couldn't deny that he regretted writing her character as he did; in the beginning, she would beco Amon's lover as he would co to her rescue before she slept with the fat old man, but the pirates changed it before he had the chance to do anything about it.
Bang!
His hand hamred the protected door while using his foot to kick the desks towards the door, blocking it off, the computers and their wires tangling and wrapping around the wooden desk along with force.
"Rebecca, it's !"
Silence.
"Rebecca! You need to get out of here."
Still silence.
"Listen, we are being attacked, I don't know who they are, but they are coming for this room!"
"...Amon?"
Her voice was almost unheard through the door, but Amon's dragon ears caught the whisper.
"Open the door! I'm here!"
Woosh! Bzzzt!
The large door opened the thick tal plating too thick for him to punch through even a spirit-level cultivator would break these bones against this tal.
Amon saw her for a split second before the brown-haired girl dove into his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck, crying her eyes out as she tried to tell him how she felt and how scared she was, but it was all ssy and filled with her whimpering.
Amon sighed, his body calming down as he knew she was okay.
His hand patted her head as he checked outside and noticed the n watching him from across the street, watching the windows and exits.
"It's going to be okay, little lady," he whispered.
"I've got you now."
Amon's body hardened, and he grabbed her, standing up and lifting his body above the ground while shielding Rebecca with his body.
"Oho? You dodged my spear?" A pompous voice sounded as a huge hole in the door destroyed the table, desk and computers before an Eastern male with black hair entered the room.
It was Ming Yun, the older brother of Ming Xue and the one who was responsible for her suffering and hard life in his novel... He is a small-ti villain with decent cultivation talent... currently, he should be around the 5th Stage of the Body Forging Realm.
His elent was ice.
"Tsk... another Ming family reject. Send your sister, and I might give in."
"Oh? You like that slut of mixed blood... tsk..."
This guy was the most clueless in the family, not knowing that his bloodline and cultivation were not the Ming family but a branch of the Murdock family. Sadly, he would die before learning in this life...
Because he cut the neck of Rebecca...!
"Shut up, you disgusting swine!" Amon spat out before charging forward, his right leg thrusting at the man's crotch, aiming to cause so damage.
However, Ming Yun quickly took action and leapt backwards, just managing to dodge the kick as he erected a wall of ice in front of him, only for Amon to grab the wall and rip it from the ground, hurling it at Ming Yun and sending him flying into the ceiling.
At that mont, he grabbed Rebecca by her waist, and his lips kissed her neck to heal the wound, but her face beca red, her body trembling as she tried to look away.
She looked up at him with puppy eyes and rubbed her forehead against his, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the mont.
"I love you."
"Huh!?"
"I love you, Amon," Rebecca yelled before she leaned on her tiptoes.
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