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Amon exhaled deeply, sweat pouring out from his forehead.
He was currently hanging with the support of a blood spear that was engraved on the roof. Taking a deep breath, he propelled himself to a nearby platform, right under the roof.
His spear disintegrated and he fell down on the floor, his back to the ball.
His face scrunched up in pain as his burnt back touched the wall.
If not for the [Void Training], which also trained him to fight multiple groups of opponents stronger than him at the sa ti, he would have been dead right now.
It was that experience that made him able to take decisions in short periods and how to act on them.
Taking out two mana potions, he quickly gulped them, recovering his mana back to full.
He was finally here, under the roof of the institute.
It was impossible to go outside from the first floor after he saw the class so this was his only choice.
Despite his mana capacity being full, Amon felt a huge ntal stress in his mind right now.
Using so many elents consecutively took a lot of work.
Not to ntion the physical stress that he was taking.
Gritting his teeth, he stood up with the support of the wall.
Looking at the honeycomb-shaped translucent blue roof, Amon covered his arm in blood and crystal.
Then, he coated it in lightning and sound before finally applying [Void Decay] to it.
His whole arm got heavy but he stood still.
Biting his lip, he hurled the arm at the roof where it connected cleanly.
A thud resounded as the fist connected.
Thud!
But slowly, as the elents applied, cracks started to appear on the thick glass.
And they suddenly covered the whole fra of the do-shaped roof window.
It still wasn't enough.
Amon gritted his teeth once more as he hurled the fist again.
And this ti, the glass completely shattered with a sharp noise.
Covering himself with his arms, Amon saw the shattered pieces fall down below.
He knew that at this mont everyone had found his location.
'I need to hurry...' Amon clicked his tongue as he grabbed the edge of the roof and jumped out.
Instantly, he felt the pungent polluted air invade his nostrils.
It was much more gut-wrenching and mana-consuming than the one those nature clovists produced.
Fortunately, he still felt no suffocation or hallucination.
He looked into the distance, finding it to be green murky air everywhere he saw.
It covered his view completely, not letting where was where.
'Shit...' Amon cursed.
This was going to be a little problem.
The only advantage was that the boundary from here wasn't far away.
Only about 1 to 1.2 km.
Sliding down the curved roof, Amon jumped onto the ground.
He imdiately heard footsteps inside, indicating that the guards were close.
No.
He couldn't bear to fight them right now.
Not only was the air consuming his mana, but he also had to save it for outside.
He ran in the foggy air, towards the best direction he could rember from his mories.
Multiple tis, he ca close to guards but eventually, he was able to dodge them by hiding in the trees or creating sound illusions.
But just as he saw the boundary in the distance, he had to stop.
There was an 8 squad group right in front of him.
He gritted his teeth, trying to find any way to dodge them.
Unfortunately, he wasn't able to find any way to dodge them.
He could go in a separate direction and avoid them that way, but there was no guarantee that The wouldn't find a group there.
There was also the fact that he was almost low on mana so running again would throw him in a difficult situation.
He clicked his tongue silently.
This was going to make it difficult for him but he'd have to do it.
Changing directions to his approach, he launched several spears in their direction, trying to provoke them.
They quickly noticed his presence and without any mont of waste, they gave chase to him.
To avoid the previous mistake, they also left 4 people to follow the spears he sent far into the
woods.
Noticing that his plan was working, Amon leaped from tree to tree, hiding from them.
Survival Wilderness lessons were coming in use right now.
And just as he got behind a tree, hiding from their view, he muttered.
[Voidteleport]
Imdiately, he disappeared coming back to his original position where his storage ring was
lying.
Picking it up, he put it on and saw the path ahead of him completely clear.
Not wasting any mont, he took wide strides, leaping out of the barrier.
As soon as he landed outside, he didn't waste any ti and quickly downed the remaining 2
mana potions he had.
His mana was completely recovered now.
But...
He had no potions to recover himself now.
If he lost it here, then he was done for.
Either die smiling or die trying.
But just as he got on the paths that led to different paths, his danger sense went off.
His instincts pushed to the extre as he turned his neck at the last mont.
A flaming arrows passed through the spot where his neck was before.
His gaze quickly moved, following the trajectory of the attack.
There they were.
The four Unit Commanders of each camp.
He was surprised to see them here.
Amon thought that they would have jumped to find him at the slightest sound of an alarm.
In any case, he was grateful.
His gaze moved, locking on one of the leaders.
What he wanted to find...
He found it a lot easily.
Jas growled.
"YOU BITCH!"
He leaped at Amon, his arms coated in crystal.
Keeping calm, Amon threw a blood marble at Jas.
And just as he hurled his arm at Amon, he disappeared and reappeared behind Jas, where
the blood marble was.
Catching the marble, Amon touched the face of Jas, before completely covering it in
crystal.
Then, he disappeared again, under the shocked eyes of everyone.
Before reappearing once more, right in front of the 4th leader.
Or...
The old man, who was smiling.
Smiling much more widely than he usually did.
Smiling harrowingly...
Grabbing his eerie smile, Amon looked at him with a stoic cold gaze.
"Let's play a ga you bitch ass horror."
Imdiately, a crystal-shaped do covered them which was further reinforced by blood.
And at the sa ti, a large boom resounded in the vicinity.
Amon knew what it was.
He stared coldly at the scary smile that the old man was still giving.
The walls that protected the camp. They had just been broken through.
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