Our previous clash sent shockwaves through the town, alarming every single citizen of our ongoing battle. People started flooding the streets, exiting their houses, and 2 story buildings.

I saw a woman carry her baby behind her husband, who picked up a rifle to defend them. The husband pointed the gun at my opponent, threatening him. "What are you doing, attacking a kid!? Get out of the town or I'll spill your brains over the floor!"

My pupils constricted and my eye twitched. I desperately shouted at those people to back off. "Get back!! You don't know what he's capable—"

My sentence was interrupted by a sway of my enemy's arm. Before the husband could even pull the trigger, him and his family violently turned to ash, simply spilling over the streets. A few other passersby watching got caught in the crossfire, suffering the same horrid fate.

The houses behind them also received severe damage from pure energy his aura could exert. He didn't even use any fancy magic or spell, it was the ability to destroy anything because he was simply enlightened. As this town lacked higher-dimensional mana, it was highly susceptible to maniacs like this guy, who could sway their arms and annihilate everything.

"You motherfucker!! Was that necessary!?" I scream, launching a light slash at him.

He blocks the magic attack, shrugging his shoulders. "What do you mean? They are lower beings, you shouldn't worry of those insignificant lives, since they are below what you perceive as reality," he coldly states.

I attack him again, this time in melee range. He can keep up with my speed, since he blocks or deflects every one of my swings. He didn't have time to counterattack though, leaving defense as the only option.

"Why did you get so worked up?" he says while dodging one of my attacks and jumping back. I managed to cut his jacket, which he takes off to reveal a black compression shirt. I could see his muscular physique through it, which was obvious from his movements during close combat. An agile beast with a manapool the size of 3 quarters of a barrel.

I grip Sunsword, trying to calm my emotions. "You scum! You were once in the same position as those people you just killed! Even if you are enlightened, you came from the same life as them!"

He hurls his sai towards me, extending his hands while casting some kind of spell. His sai grows midair, reaching the size of a small house. I could do nothing but grip my hilt with one hand and my sword's blade with the other. Ducking down, I scraped my sword against the giant sai's blade as it passed by. After its hilt reached me, I pushed it upwards, so I can defend myself from the guy attacking me.

The sai returns to its original dagger size, and my foe seemingly teleports behind me, grabbing the sai while it was still in the air. "My name's Heric by the way. It won't matter once I kill you, but I thought introductions were in order."

"I don't care," I respond, raising my sword before I charge at him.

He multiplies his sai into many daggers, juggling at least 6 of them. He grins like a bastard, throwing them at me one after another. "Catch!!"

I block every single one, slicing through a few of them. They weren't the real thing, since I couldn't go through its magic defense. The original sai was incredibly durable, being able to sustain full powered swings from the Sunsword.

Heric obviously avoided close quarters at all costs, since that was a disadvantage for him currently.

He closes his fist, grabbing one of the houses with telekinesis. He quickly lifts the whole house into the air, dislodging it from the substructure, if it even has any.

The house is thrown at me like it weighs less than a kilogram, smashing into the ground where I stand. I don't do anything since it can't hurt me, walking out as if the house was made of paper.

"Cheap tricks won't get me," I state, activating the through my arms and using it within the Sunsword.

Heric extends his hands, signaling me to stop for a moment.

"Wait! Before we clash again, I must ask you a thing that's been bugging me throughout the entire fight. How did you know I was after you?"

"Instinct, now enough chitchat—"

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"Wait a second! How the hell do you have such instincts!? I thought you were running away from me when you abandoned that damned shrine," Heric scratches his head with his sai.

"The shrine?" I ask, the hair at the base of my neck standing up.

"Well yes, the shrine you were in a few days ago. I just barely missed you when I arrived there. It couldn't be a coincidence. From your reaction, I can guess your leave wasn't intentionally timed. That makes things even better," he grins slowly, snickering to himself.

"You bastard... What did you do to the temple??" a vein pops up on my forehead as all the possible options flood my train of thought.

"Oh come on Adam... I know we know each other for a short time, but it should be obvious what I did," he says while looking to his side.

Many people gathered, exiting their houses wondering what was going on. The more damage and noise we make, the more attention we attract.

I was too occupied at what he was saying to react to his movements.

In a single leap, he appeared between all of the men, women and children. I turned to look at him, sobering from my daze to try and stop him. It was too late, as the lives of these innocent people were at the palm of Heric's hand.

"Just like this!!" he shouts, slicing all of them into meat chunks, along with the surrounding buildings. "I killed them, Adam!! I slaughtered those weak monks, slowly and painfully!"

My eye twitched, as my brain tried to process what he just told me.

Soon, chaos broke out and people started running for their lives. The town which had about 300 houses or buildings got flooded as every inhabitant hurriedly escaped their house and started running.

I tried to stop Heric from causing any more damage, but he was too fast with his spells and actions. The non-enlightened town of people were too brittle to save from his abysmal slaughter.

I managed to catch up, slicing his cheek open. I matched his speed, dealing the first noticeable damage. He bled profusely, sticking his tongue out from his wound.

"Shit!! You're as persistent as that old fart. He almost managed to catch me, but he was too old and crippled to beat me," Heric proudly states, taking his bandana off, revealing long, greasy brown hair that drapes down his shoulders. He uses the bandana to soak up and wipe the blood coming out of his cheek.

My hands shook in anger and guilt, since I blamed myself for the elder being too weak to beat Heric. If he had his full power, he would've killed this psychopath.

Then, I remembered the worst thing about this whole scenario.

"Relia..."

Heric hears the name I muttered, a grin curling eerily from one side of the face to another.

"Oh that bitch!? It would be a bit inappropriate to tell you the things I've done to her. Ah, what the hell, its not like you'll live for much longer. I'll tell you what I did... She begged me to stop, but I made her scream like she was supposed to while I—"

My blood reached its boiling point, as my body reacted on its own. In a fit of overwhelming rage, I launched a flying knee into Heric's face. It was too fast for him to react, so it sent him flying in the opposite direction of where the survivors were headed. I kicked him so hard that his tough frame landed outside of the town.

"God damn it! What did they feed you—"

I appeared behind him, smashing him into the ground with another kick, all infused with the .

He raises his hand, in a futile attempt to defend himself with his sai. I slice it off in a single clean motion, his detached hand falling to the floor into a bloody puddle made by the immense bleeding.

"ARGHH!!"

His screams stop as I kick him again, making him fly even further before crashing into the ground.

From a distance, he activates a spell that swallows an enormous amount of mana, encasing me in a kind of domain of his.

This area inside the dome actually has dream magic properties, as the ground starts moving in a domino-like structure that shifts like a snake's scales.

In the air, bubbles start appearing that have unknown properties. It is best to avoid these, as who knows what happens if I touch them.

I stick the Sunsword into the ground, feeling the structure of this spell quickly. It is a cheap imitation of what the Dreamer can do in his house dimension, so I get the gist of it quickly enough. Through the Sunsword, I let a virus-like counterspell that will disable the properties of this dome, negating it.

The dome disappears as soon as it was cast, leaving Heric to fend for himself with a withering manapool and his sai.

"Does it bug you that much?" he asks. He stops the bleeding with the remainder of his magic, holding the sai towards me. "Oh come on, at least she enjoyed herself before—"

The lower part of his jaw is torn off as I put all of my might into a left hook. He is knocked out briefly, bleeding out from his missing jaw.

"For filth like you, there is only one treatment," I declare, staring coldly at his half-deceased body.

I gift him mana, preventing his dream magic to run out and kill him. He must be alive for this.

I extend my hand, calling for the Sunsword. It telekinetically flies into my hand, perfectly turning for me to grip it.

I kick his sai out of reach, so he doesn't pose any threat.

"Wake up," I order, diving my heel into his chest.

*Cough Cough*

He coughs blood onto my shoes, coming to his senses. As he realizes what's happening, he tries to plead with me and whimper, but it falls onto deaf ears. The moment he said he molested Relia, any mercy I might've had for him vanished, replaced by the need to make him suffer.

I raise the Sunsword, looking at his horrified face one more time before stabbing it into his genital region. Even while missing his jaw, his screams sounded like a pig getting slaughtered. With this, he won't do anything horrible like that ever again. Of course, I had no intention of letting him live, I just needed to avenge the lives of those innocent monks and the angel that he ruined.

After hearing enough of his blood curdling screams, I sliced his head off, ending his prolonged suffering and sending him to Hell where he belongs.

"I hope you get tortured for a thousand lifetimes," I wish onto his dead body, swinging the Sunsword to get his filthy blood off of it.