Chapter 38. Hijack Of Hotel...[6]

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Riyan's POV...

As I stood firm, a hail of Mana-infused bullets hurtled towards me like a swarm of deadly, shimmering hornets. With lightning-quick reflexes, I summoned the dark, mysterious energy of my Aura, channeling it into the sleek, razor-sharp Spear that seemed to hum with anticipation in my grasp.

The air around me crackled with tension as I unleashed a blur of motion, swinging the Spear in dizzying, concentric circles that left behind a trail of faint, ethereal ripples in the air.

The bullets, imbued with the essence of Mana, glowed with an otherworldly light as they homed in on their target - me. But I was ready.

With a fierce cry, I whipped the Spear around in a dazzling display of speed and agility, the dark Aura-infused blade slicing through the air with a soft whooshing sound that sent shivers down my spine.

The bullets, mere inches from my face, were suddenly halted in mid-air, suspended by the Spear's unyielding defense. The sound of screeching metal and the acrid tang of ozone filled the air as the projectiles were deflected, their kinetic energy absorbed by the Spear's dark, pulsing Aura.

The bullets, now spent and harmless, clattered to the ground, their Mana-infused cores flickering out like dying embers.

I stood tall, my chest heaving with exertion, the Spear still trembling with the aftershocks of its defensive fury. The air was heavy with the scent of ozone and smoke, and the echoes of the battle still lingered, a reminder of the heart-stopping, adrenaline-fueled thrill of facing down the unknown.

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With lightning-quick reflexes, I burst into action, my feet pounding the ground with a ferocity that sent shockwaves through the air. My eyes locked onto the woman, her rugged features set in a determined glare as she grasped the rifle with a grip that seemed unyielding.

I could sense the tension emanating from her, the coiled energy of a predator ready to strike. Undaunted, I charged towards her with a speed that defied human limits, my movements a blur as I closed the distance between us.

In the blink of an eye, I materialized before her, my hand shooting out with precision to clamp down on her wrist, the one that held the rifle. The metal felt cold and unforgiving beneath my grip, a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. For a fleeting instant, our eyes met, and I glimpsed a flicker of surprise, of uncertainty, before her expression hardened into a mask of determination.

With a swift, economical motion, I plunged my spear into her, the blade slicing through the air with a deadly whisper. The sound of her gasp, the soft 'oof' of expelled air, was the only warning she had before the spearhead bit deep into her flesh. Her eyes widened, a look of shock and disbelief etched on her face, as her body began to crumple, the rifle slipping from her grasp.

As I stood amidst the eerie silence, the remaining four adversaries locked their gaze onto me, their eyes blazing with a mix of fury and desperation as they beheld the lifeless body of their fallen Campionon.

With a collective battle cry, they charged towards me with reckless abandon, their swords and guns at the ready. The air was electric with tension as they unleashed a flurry of sword art moves, their blades slicing through the air with deadly precision, while their guns fired off a hail of bullets that whizzed past my ears with a deafening roar.

Undaunted, I grasped my trusty spear, its worn wooden handle fitting comfortably in my palm. With a swift, practiced motion, I invoked the Second Move of Raging Fire Spear Art, unleashing the devastating Wirlwind Dive. The spearhead began to glow with an intense, fiery energy, as if the very essence of the inferno had been distilled within its metal core.

As I thrust the spear forward, a colossal burst of flames erupted from its tip, unleashing a maelstrom of fire that ravaged the corridor like a tempest.

The blast was so intense that it created a whirlwind of flames, which engulfed the four attackers, sending them flying backward as if they were mere rag dolls. The corridor was instantly transformed into a blazing inferno, with flames dancing across the walls and ceiling, casting flickering shadows that seemed to writhe and twist like living serpents.

The air was thick with the acrid stench of smoke and char, making it difficult to breathe as the flames continued to rage on. But as the smoke began to clear, a grim tableau was revealed.

Three of the attackers lay lifeless on the ground, their bodies charred and blackened, with missing limbs and grotesque burns that seemed to have been seared into their flesh. The sheer ferocity of my attack had left them unrecognizable, their once-proud forms now reduced to smoldering, lifeless husks.

But one of them, somehow, had managed to survive the onslaught. Through some desperate, last-ditch effort, they had conjured a fragile mana barrier, a shimmering aura of magical energy that had protected them from the full fury of my attack.

Yet, even this tenuous defense was no match for the unbridled power of the Wirlwind Dive. The barrier had been shattered, its remnants dissipating like mist in the face of my spear's unrelenting fury.

The sole survivor, now bereft of their protective shield, lay stunned and helpless, their eyes wide with shock and terror as they gazed up at me, the victor of this brutal, one-sided battle.

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As I approached him with deliberate slowness, my footsteps echoing through the chamber, he unsheathed his sword with a swift, deadly motion, its blade glinting in the flickering torchlight like a serpent's tongue.

With a battle-hardened cry, he charged towards me, his sword flashing in a blur of steel and fury. But I was ready for him. With a practiced hand, I raised my trusty spear, its worn wooden shaft a testament to countless battles fought and won. The sword clashed against my spear with a resounding crash, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through my arm, but I held firm, my grip unyielding.

The sword's blade slid down the length of my spear, sparks flying as the two weapons scraped against each other in a deadly dance. I took advantage of the momentary hesitation, and with a swift, economical motion, I drove my spear forward, its razor-sharp tip piercing the air with deadly precision.

The spearhead bit deep into his chest, the sound of his labored breathing growing more ragged as his eyes began to take on a crimson hue, like embers glowing with a fierce, dying light.

His body shuddered, his limbs trembling as if seized by some unseen force, and his eyes, those windows to the soul, locked onto mine with a desperate, pleading intensity. His voice, barely above a whisper, was a mere shadow of its former self, yet it still conveyed a sense of stunned incredulity.

"Ri-Riyan De-Descartes... Wh-Why...?" he stammered, his words faltering as his life force ebbed away. "We didn't Of-Offend y-you or De-Descartes an-and M-Maris Fa-Families...?"

I gazed back at him, my expression a mask of impassivity, my heart long since hardened to the brutal realities of this unforgiving world.

I didn't flinch, didn't blink, as his eyes, those burning coals, slowly lost their luster, their light extinguished by the cold, dark hand of death. With a final, defeated gasp, his body slumped, his sword slipping from his grasp to clatter against the stone floor.

I turned away, leaving his lifeless corpse to its eternal slumber, my footsteps echoing through the chamber once more as I made my way towards the stairs, my thoughts already focused on the next floor.

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