Demonic Ogre

In the dead of night in the middle of a forest revealed a scene of seemingly hundreds of dead bodies, ith blood and limbs scattered around the area.

Some bodies had large holes in their bodies as if a cannon had shot through them at point blank.

some bodies seemed to have their heads blown straight off their bodies. while some even had their bodies cleanly chopped straight in half.

But one thing was that was apparent on all of them was that they felt the deepest of horrors before they died.

In the middle of all this were two men. One of the men stood at an impressive 6 and a half foot tall wielding a large broken machete. having black short hair with scars adding to his frightening face and tattoos on his muscular physique. he could scare the living day light of anybody he crossed.

But none of that mattered when your facing that 'monster'

Sweat drenched his body and his breathing quickened as he stared at the figure standing quietly 50 meters in front of him.

the man knew of what was going to happen to him next

no one challenged that 'monster' without being prepared for their death but he couldn't help himself.

He was scared. Scared he will die here. Scared knowing he was going to become one of the countless who have challenged that man and failed.Scared he was nothing more than that.

A loser.

Minutes passed as the man starred frozen in silence at the shadowed figure until 'he' finally opened his mouth.

"You're weak"

'he' said with his hands in his pockets. though what he said was quiet as 'he' was so far away the man as able to pick it up with his hearing.

The man didn't respond but in his mind was a torrent of thoughts.

'IM WEAK!? I've fought countless powerful figures to get to where I am, I Have challenged countless masters across the world and bested them all but all you say is that I'M WEAK!?!'

the man's pride flared inside the man for a moment until he realized that his so called pride could be extinguished with but little a little breeze from the monster the stood before him.

The wind blew as the moon revealed its face as it shone its light upon the shadowed figure.

The shadowed man referred to as 'demonic ogre' is commonly known as the the strongest creature in the world, standing at an impressive height of 7 feet with messy blood red hair that grew down to his neck. With a built and almost bulky physique.

He wore a black t-shirt with black pants sporting a handsome face that clearly emitted the immense boredom he felt. But the the most striking feature were his sharp red eyes that shined in the dark like a predator stalking its prey.

IF you were to put an average joe in front of him and told him the man in front of him was the strongest he wouldn't doubt that statement.

'he' started to walk towards the man as if walking in a park stepping on blood, crushing limbs and organs beneath his feet.

Every step he took seemed to accelerate the man's heart beating harder and faster as he got into a fighting stance with his broken machete.

40 meters... his muscles tightened

30 meters... he gripped his machete

20 meters...

when 'he' got to 10 meters he threw his machete into the man's eyes then putting all of his strength into his legs he approached 'him' leaving after images.

and when he appeared near 'him' he hardened his hands like knives and chopped towards 'his' neck with enough force to chop off a human but when his palm landed on 'him' instead of breaking his neck he broke his own arm, not even leaving a mark on the 'his' skin. At the same time his broken machete hit 'him' square in the face but the metal machete bent beyond it already broken state an fell to the ground with a loud clunk.

'he' seemingly didn't even care about what the man even did took another step, lifted his legs and in one fell swoop punched the man leaving a large hole into the man blasting blood and organs like confetti to the ground.

The man with shock and disbelief fell to his knees and in his very last moments he heard 'him' speak.

"You're weak"

his body fell to the ground staining his face and body with blood.

still in disbelief he thought

'I'm dying?'

He didn't want to die!

He still has many things to achieve

to become rich!

to live a good life...

to become the strongest...

Feeling the cold hard ground he regretted challenging the demonic ogre.