Chapter 14: A problem From Different Timeline. (4)

Before I could catch my breath, a lanky figure to my left swung a chain at my head with a force that would probably bursted it if landed.

I ducked on the left with a quick shuffle of my foot, the chain whipping past with my temple, down my shoulder and to the concrete ground, with a sharp cracking sound.

Without even granting me the precious time to maneuver, he pulled the chain back violently, redirecting its trajectory to my midsection. I rolled forward just in time to dodge it.

Without a break, I leaped up again, channeling a slight, very slight amount of thelesma to cover just the sharp edge of my katana, slicing through the chain with a precise cut.

"Graaah," the chain wielder grunted.

The chain wielder, despite his surprise, didn't retreat. I pivoted to avoid a third attacker, a spear thrusting at my midsection from behind.

As I maneuvered to face the spearman, I took advantage of my hidden left hand under my robe and threw a short sword, striking the chain-wielder's exposed calf.

"Aaah!"

Though my face was as robotic as ever, I raised the edge of my lips deliberately, enough to let him know it was an act to imitate human emotions.

I asked in an even tone, "Why are these guys so pain intolerant, I wonder? Even though they, themselves have no qualm hurting someone else."

"Tch." The guy knit his brow together and showed an annoyed face.

" I always wanted to try injecting lemon to a human veins you know?" I continued with the same emotionless tone.

I took a step towards him leisurely, but I'm very sure it'd appear extremely eerie from his perspective and just as I anticipated, he mirrored my movement, stepping back to maintain the distance.

After all, the only advantage a spear has over a sword is its reach.

Taking the perfect pose, almost a flowless one for La, Na and Zha. Almost.

He withdrew his spear with a speed that was hardly realistic. The movement was a blur of Pull, Extend and thrust.

Each successive thrust came with a considerable increasing of intensity, testing my strength each times.

'One, two...' By the third thrust, his power had nearly doubled, each blow reverberating through my arms and tearing my still underdeveloped muscle.

Fortunately, the guy, probably creeped out by me was in a hurry to finish the fight, so his attacks hardly had any deception or feints, driven by sheer force and superior speed. Of course it would have mean nothing regardless.

I shuffled my feet with each of my parry, maintaining my balance and taking advantage of his heavy thrust, waiting for just the right moment.

As the fourth thrust came with greater force, I deflected it with a precise flick of my katana, in a rotating motion.

The clash of metal was sharp and clear. Channeling this world's [Mana] into my calves, I closed the distance in an instant, with the fastest speed I've shown yet.

Before he could adapt to the unexpected speed, I was inside his guard, my katana poised to strike.

Using the hilt of my blade, I traced the length of the spear, setting it aside and delivered a punishing knee to his liver.

He crumpled instantly, but before I could finish him off, the remaining two enemies pressed their advantage. One wielded daggers, the other a short sword.

It made me wonder why they hadn't helped the guy earlier, but perhaps they believed he could finish me off himself, considering he was likely the strongest.

Even so, it seemed like a pretty foolish decision not to support their strongest powerhouse.

The dagger-wielder aimed a thrust at my solar plexus, followed by a flurry of quick and precise stabs. He circled around me, moving even faster, each strike accompanied by rapid footwork.

Meanwhile, the short sword wielder followed our movement, searxhing for an opening.

I stepped back consecutively to bait the swordsman. Finally, as I parried a swift thrust from the heavy dagger, he lunged, taking advantage of my shifting weight.

He immediately reached inside my range and delivered a vertical slash. As he was just behind me, I jumped back and sidestepped in a zigzag, channeling mana into my calves.

Without looking up, I slashed up and around to cut his right arm, just shallow enough to tear through the muscles of his forearm in its entirety.

"Brotherrrr." The dagger wielder shout.

"Heh? You weren't even that worried when I chopped off the veins of that first guy. Are You gay perhaps?"

"AAAah... AAAah... Fuck, fuck!!! Fuck you!!!?" He shouted, dropping his shabby sword to cover the torn and bloody muscle.

As I leisurely raised the obsidean to finish the job, the dagger wielder jumped, to covered his partner's retreat.

I feinted left, drawing him off balance, and swiftly side kick his footing to set him off balance.

While he stumbled, the chain wielder stepped in, now with a pipe, he aimed at my knees.

"You are quite tenacious." I commented

I leaped back, narrowly avoiding the strike, and spun to deflect a renewed thrust from the spearman, who had regained his footing.

With the dagger wielder, they attacked from all three sides, perfectly coordinated to leave no room for error.

I ducked, my katana deflecting the spear thrust, and took a short jump to avoid the dagger aimed at my calf.

Seeking a brief opening, I feinted a retreat, drawing them forward.

As they closes in, I reversed my grip and thrust my katana sideways, impaling the spearman's shoulder. Oh, how I wish the katana was long sword instead.

"Fuck! Be careful, he suddenly gains speed." He shouted.

"No... Not quite right." I respond. I'm just limiting my speed for feints.

Using the guy's falling body as a shield, I pivoted around, slicing the dagger wielder's leg, follow up by a back kick to his solar plexus and bringing him to the ground.

With a flashy movement, I flung my katana into the air. Using enhanced strength from mana, I threw the spearman towards the short sword wielder, who was still busy moaning and covering his injured hand.

Receiving the falling katana I move aside. The chain wielder... Now, pipe wielder regaining his stance, charge at me again with more caution but with equal ferocity.

He swung the heavy pipe, forcing me to leap to the side and sidestep in a zigzag to avoid his flurry of attacks.

But, with no one to cover him now, I countered his sloppy strike with a precise cut to his arm, causing him to fall back, but there was no respite.

The dagger wielder, even with a deep cut in his thigh, attacked from my blind side, disrupting my footwork.

I parried and deflected his half hearted strike, causing him to wobble and lower his face close to the ground.

There was no way a barbarian with no brain, an injured one at that, could scratch me, Finally, putting an end to his childish bravado, I delivered a decisive blow with my boot to his chin.

As all three lay sprawled on the ground, breathing heavily, I took out the same needle which had ended the others and hurled to them the same way and scanned the room.

The attackers lay incapacitated, their coordinated effort dismantled.

Just then, I heard a murmur from my blind side, presumably Mob 1 directing his last remaining men toward me.

The last two attackers perhaps, armed with a mace and a pair of sais, approached me in a swift from there, coordinating their assault.

The mace swung down; I sidestepped, the heavy head smashing into the concrete floor, sending a powder of concrete around.

While the sai wielder aimed for my ribs, but I twisted away, bringing my katana up to block his next move.

With a surge of thelesma, I channeled energy into my blade and spun around, releasing a heavy, sweeping arc, knocking both of them to the wall.

Breathing heavily, I stood amidst the defeated gang members, pain still coursing through my veins, ready for whatever came next.