The Blood Ceremony [2]

Jun had thought this would be a general bloodbath, but it seemed everyone had a plan he wasn't aware of.

Even the idiot Cheng had joined the party.

In this situation, Jun felt like the kid who wasn't invited to the study groups. "How disappointing. I thought you were all great warriors, but it turns out you're just a bunch of cowards."

"You must be Jun. Your friend told us that you have been favored by the Asura Clan because of your talent. He mentioned that you passed a test no man has passed in over a thousand years, so we'll kill you first, just to be safe."

At this moment, Jun needed to do only one thing: analyze his opponents and decide who to kill first.

It was an emotion closely related to fear.

No matter if there were hundreds or thousands, he was enough to stop them all.

He wasn't so weak as to be unable to do it.

He still wielded the sword given to him for being one of the two selected from the Asura village.

It was a sword more suited for taking life than for protecting it.

However, even such a sword was enough to win any kind of battle.

In the midst of his contemplation, all the killers in the ceremony looked at Jun, waiting for his move.

Everyone tensed up further; Jun hadn't moved, even after they surrounded him.

Jun looked at the five figures showing signs of caution towards him and unleashed his inner energy, which had been heavily suppressed within him.

It was the manifestation of the idea that they did not deserve a moment of rest.

A brief standoff. A subsequent silence.

Soon, a solemn voice echoed, and Jun, who had closed his eyes, let out a long sigh: "Then everyone here will die by my sword."

Boom!

The internal energy burst from Jun's body; it was a demonstration of power, and although it was not visible, all those who wielded internal energy saw Jun surrounded by a sinister darkness.

The weakest were paralyzed; those who could still draw their swords couldn't breathe, and the strongest were terrified.

Jun's inner energy was like a violent sea of darkness, something achievable only with an insatiable thirst for blood.

Jun, feeling the energy gathering in his body according to the laws, raised his sword and leaned forward.

It was not a very favorable situation for Jun.

In total, there were seventeen assassins who would try to kill him, acclaimed for their different techniques. Therefore, he would start with a direct attack and then better plan his moves.

However...

Jun, feeling his body slightly adrenaline-fueled, murmured, "This is fun."

That wasn't enough of a reason for him to lose.

Albion, who had suggested killing Jun first after being sought out by Cheng, did not move at all.

"Do not be afraid."

The assassins on the far right attacked at a speed that kept them on the edge of perception.

However, it was fast enough to counterattack.

Jun then swung his sword in a short, controlled motion, instantly decapitating the figures that had made the first move.

'He's so fast,' Albion thought after seeing how Jun had killed one of the contestants who made the first move.

There was the sound of slicing, and in the next instant, a head flew through the air. The decapitated head and its splattered blood fell to the ground, covered in dirt.

"First..."

Jun's gaze turned forward.

The rest of the assassins looked at him warily while Jun stared at them intently, and then his sword's posture changed.

No matter how strong they became, in the end, it was meaningless.

As always, for Jun, killing them in the shortest amount of time would help him receive fewer injuries.

But the terrain was not favorable, so he quickly used his left hand to pull out several light, smoke, and sound bombs.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, everyone was blinded by these bombs; no one knew what was happening, but most of them retreated.

Jun, who had closed his eyes, was unaffected. His gaze had created a three-dimensional map of where each of his enemies was located.

"Attack!"