Chapter 1310 : The Slaughter 6
Chapter 1310 : The Slaughter 6
"Hmm, an excellent specimen," Hunter said casually as he avoided a powerful attack from the final operator.
The operator fighting him was the captain of this squad and nominally the strongest, so even though he was struggling to land a single blow, he was calm and rather collected. He only kept working together with the AI analysis within his battle armor to find optimal ways to take down his opponent rather than rashly use his own methods.
"You are different. You are clearly superior, and that is why I chose you as my target," Hunter101Bomber stated as he stood in place, not dodging the next blow.
The captain did not miss this chance and suddenly increased the output of his attack at the last second by utilizing the power of thrusters to increase speed and momentum. If this blow hit, while it would be far-fetched to reach the level that troubled Omega Raider, it still wouldn't feel too good for Hunter.
However, the young man waved a hand and casually slapped the punch aside, using his bare palm to do so. All the force was redirected to the side, causing the air to shudder and release a shockwave while the captain wore a puzzled expression as he fell to his knees.
He lifted his other hand to grasp his main arm by the shoulder, realizing that it had become dislocated. He forcibly bore with the pain and pushed it back into its socket, but he still did not rise to his feet as he realized that even the AI system could not break down that miraculous redirection.
Its advice to him was to disengage and seek a chance to use an incineration blast to take down the enemy, because physical means were useless under such a technique.
"Surprised? Don't be. You did nothing wrong, and I did not use some mysterious yin-yang reversal martial art, though I know a few of those," Hunter spoke as he walked forward, chuckling slightly.
The captain tensed and lowered his palms, trying to hide the charging incineration blast, which was going to use 120% of his maximum output to ensure damage on his tough foe. Like this, he was also curious to listen to how he was overcome, since his enemy was about to say it himself.
"Ever heard of unstoppable force versus immovable object? It's sort of like that. You did not have anything near unstoppable force—obviously—while I am one of the top three immovable objects in the world. The entirety of the force in your punch hit my palm and could not even break through my basic atomic composition, then was tossed aside by me since it decided that the air was easier to deal with," Hunter explained generously, leaving the captain speechless.
He felt that Hunter was being arrogant, but how could he know? As Hunter101Bomber said, in this entire world, there were only two people tankier than him. The first was Shuangtian, for obvious reasons, and the second was AP_Berzerker, the incarnation of Xingtian.
Not even Draco and Eva were as physically resilient as him, being the fourth and fifth. For this fellow to think he could hurt him with a punch that wasn't as powerful as ten times that of what hit Omega Raider was a joke, and his little incineration blast he was charging up was even more ludicrous.
"Let's get this over with. I don't like playing with my food. Little Sis Shaung'er always complains when I do that," Hunter spoke calmly, suddenly taking a step and appearing near the captain.
Seeing Hunter arrive, the captain's eyes gleamed and he raised his palms upward, which were positively charged with glowing orange light.
"Incineration—"
Before he could finish, Hunter101Bomber grabbed his wrists and used his superior strength to tilt the end of the repulsors towards the captain himself, making the fellow's expression change greatly, but it was too late.
ZISSSHHHHH!
The blast of fiery energy rendered the entire streets facing away from Hunter into the usual ravine-like environment. This time, rather than a core member of Umbra emerging unharmed through the smoke, one could only see a smiling Hunter holding two boiling-hot metal arms that were missing the body that came with it.
"Count yourself lucky that my cousin is in the mood to play, otherwise I would have captured you and refined your blood for a few hundred years," Hunter101Bomber said with a bit of reluctance.
He then lifted the two arms, which were still smoking due to the proximity with the heat. "At least there is still some blood left in the arms. With enough luck and some help from Brother Armonia as well as Brother Henry, I should be able to cultivate some samples and rebuild a body."
Thinking like this, Hunter was in a jovial mood as he began to whistle loudly, heading back to the Purgatory Group's building as his job here was done.
Meanwhile, AP was standing to the side of the nearby roof while watching Shadowheart, whose expression became more and more ferocious by the second. AP had folded his arms and was looking like someone who was about to witness the climax of their favorite show, his eyes wide open like saucers as his senses were wantonly spread out.
Draco appeared beside AP, his expression also one of mild interest.
"Hmm, not enough. You'll have to wait longer, AP. Shadowheart's rationality is too strong to be lost over something this minor," Draco pointed out, and to AP's horror, Shadowheart rapidly calmed down and sighed.
He gently wrapped his broken staff and planned to take it back into Boundless for repairs before materializing it in the real world once again, a set of actions that would cost a normal person three of their lifetime's fortunes.
"NO!" AP roared like a wounded beast that had just watched his entire family die in front of him.
Draco patted his back with sympathy. It was always the delight of a troublemaker and asshole like AP to witness the reticent and rational type lose their cool and do things extremely uncharacteristic of themselves, so being denied it was almost akin to blue balls.
After roaring, AP seemed to deflate like a tire that had been punctured, eventually slumping his shoulders and walking back towards the Purgatory group, no longer willing to participate in this killing fest. For that matter, Shadowheart also left the stage, his heart not really into it while the destruction of his beloved staff came as a surprise to him.
Soon, only Draco was left on the field, and the fellow shook his head with amusement at how fickle his core members were. Anyway, this was fine; he only called them out because he wanted them to cause trouble, as that was their nature, but it wasn't entirely necessary for them to be here.
Draco looked up to see that four new transport planes had arrived, this time their load containing a force more powerful than those who had just been decimated. As far as Draco could sense, apart from the logistics guys in each ship, there were about 10 each of strangely tattooed men who wore basic alloy armor over their lower bodies and arms, while their chests and backs were exposed.
Reading their minds, he found that they were a hidden tribe from the sub-Saharan regions that used totemic beast tattoos to call on extraordinary power. Their tribe was small but powerful, and the Eight Councilor, Leero Onassis, had paid a huge price to contract them as his main force.
For that matter, each councilor had their own 'supernormal' or powered force. Nathan's had been the Elemental group, a bunch of specially modified humans who could use elemental abilities based on their rank. His God Serpent Inheritors had already destroyed that group and weakened Nathan's power the first time they met Sengo Muramasa, and the rest were killed at Nathan's estate.
Now, the Eighth Councilor had been pressured to send his.
Draco had never seen the other forces belonging to the councilors minus the ones with Nathan, so he was curious to find out.
These tattooed men jumped down from the planes after careful preparation, directly manifesting their level one totems since they had watched the entirety of the fight from beginning to end on the way here, acknowledging that Draco and his group's power were not simple.
However, what was shown so far was not powerful enough to deter them, not at all. As such, they landed and formed a formation around Draco that sealed all his escape routes while they monitored him carefully and suspiciously.
To land and speak arrogantly?
It wasn't their tribe's thing, nor would they even think about it after seeing his prowess. To them, Draco was akin to the great colossal beasts in their tribe's great history that they either managed to withstand, were forced to relocate by, or managed to hunt.
Such monstrosities should always be taken seriously.
Suddenly, before the fight could begin, a news van drove up to the scene rather bravely, a young man and woman jumping out with energy as they moved towards the battlefield. The young man was quite fresh, with a bun of auburn hair, a slender but curvy body that was not too voluptuous, and a fairly attractive face at a 7/10.
She wore a tucked-in green t-shirt that stuck to her B-cup protrusions, highlighting them well. From her waist downwards was a pair of fitting jeans that traced her thighs and calves, topped off with a casual set of green sneakers from a brand name.
The young man with her was quite tall and well-built, looking like a low-level gym rat. He held the camera up while wearing a reversed baseball cap, a pair of blue shorts along with knee-length socks, and a yellow t-shirt with a tight black long-sleeve undershirt. At his feet were casual sneakers.
This woman spoke softly to the cameraman, who switched on the device as they rushed over to the battlefield, leaving all those about to fight dumbfounded. She did not seem bothered by the burly men and hostile glances, pressing her way through to stand right in front of Draco.
She patted her mic and checked with the cameraman, who nodded emphatically. With a satisfied smile, the woman placed the mic in front of her face as she turned to the camera with Draco in the background, who wore a curious but amused expression.
The cameraman then made a countdown of 3 before giving a thumbs up, signaling that they were on air.
"Hello everyone, this is Nadia Turin of the Central Country News, and today I am here at the site of a battlefield between what seems to be the country's forces and a conglomerate called the Purgatory Group, who own a gaming studio, an R&D research company, as well as a private mercenary force."
"So far, we have been refused by the government to retrieve and display scenes related to the battle remotely, but our dedication to getting the latest for you viewers is unmatched in the industry today, so I hightailed it right here, to the heart of it all."
Nadia quickly patted her bun and turned to face Draco slightly.
"Here, we have the president of the Purgatory Group, named Draco Morningstar. He also has another identity, and that is the number 1 player in Boundless World and the guild leader of the Umbra Guild!"
The cameraman then came closer to make a close-up of Draco, while the woman placed her mic near his mouth.
"Mr. Draco Morningstar, hello and sorry for intruding on your upcoming battle of life and death. We would like to hear a rundown of the situation from you since we currently do not have information about the origin and purpose of this conflict," Nadia asked, her eyes darting around as she blushed, realizing that Draco was actually the most handsome creature she had ever seen, and she was so close to him.
Draco released a winsome smile that caused every woman, old and young, to swoon where they were with mesmerized expressions, while the men had sour faces.
Who is this bastard on the screen?!