The Run (1)

As the edge of the sword was falling on him, Ciemnosc's right-handed sword aimed at the incoming blade but also at its owner, thrust forward with it. His sword clashed very briefly against the enemy's sword but directly passed through after taking away all of the strength of that enemy's sword, leaving its owner defenseless and helpless for the incoming sword of Ciemnosc that entered his stomach the next second.

At this point, Ciemnosc couldn't retrieve his Colorful Claws anymore, which was still on top of the forge where let it on. All he had to use as his weapons without taking his Claws Out were his top notch quality swords and blades, which he bought a little bit less over a year ago.

But the moment that Ciemnosc's right-handed sword stabbed into the enemy's stomach in the middle, there was no blood. The sword's blade even seemed to be consumed by the skin, somewhat similar to a lewd scene of disproportionate sizes, but in real life and in a life and death manner. In the next second, Ciemnosc had already strengthened his grip on his sword and dragged it after pulling it just a little towards his left, basically destroying the enemy's torso in one single swooping motion of his right arm.

Ciemnosc’s right-handed sword didn’t just maim to death one enemy just then, as his right arm crossed over his chest, his left-handed sword was under the right arm and making a sweep back towards the left side of his body, cutting another 3 bodies that were coming at him.

That sword wasn’t stopped there entirely, as once it cut in half those bodies with a cultivation base lower than the Phrenic realm, it was brought up in the air with its tips facing the sky. Behind himself, Ciemnosc could feel 3 other people, 1 wielding 2 small hatchets with overextended shafts, 1 with a long double edged sword with several different pikes every few inches, and another one wielding in his hands multiple large and thick needles the size of a child’s forearm.

Ciemnosc held his left arm in the air for just a second and a half. But from his right arm, he suddenly tensed it up and, as it was still in its attacking motion and crossed over to his left in front of his chest, he similarly swung it back to the right side of his body but furthermore spun around to face his back while the 3 enemies who he senses just now were jumping-attacking him with their bellies and lower bodies completely exposed to him.

Nothing needed to be as described any further. The right-handed sword made a ‘U’ shaped cut through the air, bouncing back the few weapons and a couple of thin needles that were coming at him from the front before turning around. Whereas the 3 bodies of the nearest enemies were all cut in half and even those right behind them received a severe cut on their collarbones, necks and even right on their faces.

Without a doubt, in just 3 different sweep motions, Ciemnosc got rid of more than 10 enemies in a closed enclosure of about more than 10,000 enemies all around him and waiting for him to fall in either spirit or the will to go on!

Whoosh~, Plack kla cla cl cl cl plang- clang!

Not stopping there, Ciemnosc’s left-handed sword followed the route of his right sword all the way until he was aiming with its tip towards his left. While his right-handed sword’s tip was aimed to his right, and his body was very low where his back could be seen clearly by anyone rushing towards him. And then…then he took a pose, and this pose…was his low stance!

With his body this low, instead of aiming his swords at the ground but at his sides instead, Ciemnosc then welcomed in the next round of enemies who trampled on those who fell to the floor after being reached by the mere pure power behind his sweeping swords, were about to welcome and even stronger ‘technique’ that Ciemnosc invented pretty much without care.

Fwuu- FLWASH! Fwuu- FLWASH! Ckrsheeeeeerrrrr, ckrsheerr ckrsheerr ckrsheerr…

Ciemnosc’s swords went out after he suddenly pulled them back to his chest, each facing and even resting against the shoulder on the other side. While his body jumped into the air for a total of over 2 meters, his stomach against his thighs and facing the ceiling.

With his eyes closed, his mind processed all of this, which was a lot but calmly. He slowly opened them, just as his body slowly turned to face the ground once again - only 3 seconds went by from the moment he was rushed to by the others. And he jumped into the air, making a spin that was actually pretty quick but so long in his point of view.

As he opened his eyes. His hands seemed to flow, one with the wind. As if liberating them and the handles that he seemed to barely be able of taking a gripping form, his arms exploded outwards with speed and accuracy, immediately sending a blurry wave of air through a crossed cut; his arms’ speed was to the point that even the Obsidiafying realm cultivators watching found it impossible to really witness without using Power Energy or their Spirit Sense; the latter being too costly and short of range.

On the other hand, however, those who had their heads reached out by the cross-cut from his swords were obviously instantly killed. Their heads offered no resistance as some had their little precious heads suddenly growing a dent, which slowly separated their whole head with hair entering where their brains were quickly losing all activity, their eyes falling through their sockets as they landed on the hands of others or at their faces.

Some others had just a gnash on their heads, either at their sides or on top. If before was more like a balloon full of something that suddenly got pierced and disinflation itself, then those who had their heads gnashed at were more like a piece of chocolate being played with by a child with a knife, not knowing how dangerous it could be and how ruined did the candy looked now.

Though those were just gashes, a cruelly vicious bout of blood came out from their heads, while some others had that strange bout of liquid-matter thingie stay at their heads, some at their gnashes and some at their faces or around their necks. It looked weird, as there were some bump-like things within the viscous liquid - it couldn’t be anything else but their flesh being semi-burned by the mere cut itself from the sword’s blade and some blood…along with some of their brain matter mushed by the impact alone.

However, in a sense, they at least died quickly so quickly that they could barely feel anything before they themselves actually lost consciousness and all kinds of wonderful living sensations forever.

On the other hand, those who were farther apart had it much worse. Almost none of them were struck against by the sheer power behind those swords and from Ciemnosc’s impossible bodily strength! A total of 2 cuts that were in the form of a blurry slightly curved line but only at the edges of each, they made their way down the crowd, where countless tiny pieces of any kind of flesh flew about or were mashed to mashed flesh, organs and bones.

Be it fingers, even just nails flying about, splinters from broken bones, hair shooting away in any possible direction, and organs like eyes, intestines or lungs, and ribs simply decorating the ground or the air as a large explosive wave seemed to affect the rest of cultivators around, also pushing them against the ground and rupturing their bodies from the inside!

“Let me!” There were now dozens of corpses that were brutally tattered and made into carnage, it was even hard for those who were rushing in to walk on, and nobody was able to fly as the most that one was on this floor was at the Spirit Gathering realm; at least for those who went on the arena to rush at Ciemnosc.

On the other hand, Ciemnosc seemed to flawlessly traverse through the floor that was already filled with mushiness, liquid or flesh, and even organ matter thanks to his crossed cuts and was just being added up the more people rushed at him, slipping on the floor before being killed off by the dancing swords in Ciemnosc’s hands.

Ciemnosc wasn’t being any sweet nor cute, much less gentle, cutting all of their necks off and severing their limbs for most of those who still dared to rush in. Seeing the change in this situation and the ‘calamity’ that would await them should they try to fight the beast in his territory, there was a sudden stalemate where Ciemnosc could see only about 15 people coming at him over the course of a minute.

After what was almost half an hour, with some receiving messages and urging as well as ‘not at all’ empty promises. Someone that was at the Spirit Gathering realm 1st stage yelled out while stepping out from the circular perimeter surrounding Ciemnosc in a 20 meters radius.

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From the crowd then appeared a young man that looked to be in his 30s, how old he was, possibly not much than 100 years old at the very least. He wore his sect’s uniform and looked up into Ciemnosc’s lifeless, serene darkest eyes without the most single bit of fear or hesitation, hell there was even some pity in his eyes as he looked at Ciemnosc’s eyes…

“I heard you are powerful enough to fight across a whole realm above yours, hahaha!” The young man trekked towards Ciemnosc, being careful enough to not step on someone’s eye, cut, already squashed and flat eye; as well as some sexual organs, as there were lots and lots of female breasts here and there. To even talk about the number of penises and testicles around, some cut off from where they protruded and some others…not so kindly, it would take anyone half a day to describe…

Step, bugsh bugsh, step step…sshglaaghh.

“Then show me! Haha! I’ll lower my strength to the-” Seemingly being one of those crazed for battling, the core sect disciple said while flexing his muscles a little. It could easily be seen how used to death and the goriness of a battle this disciple was used to, and even comfortable enough to be around of.

However, as he was too close to Ciemnosc, who was dead-like glaring at him with those lifeless eyes…he suddenly felt that the boy in front of him evolve and evolve furthermore into a terrifying evil.

Phrenic realm 1st stage from the Link Consolidation realm 10th stage… Phrenic realm 3rd stage, Phrenic realm 6th stage, Phrenic realm 9th stage…and Phrenic realm 10th stage!!

“!!” In just a second after reading Ciemnosc’s cultivation, not even really knowing why, the disciple in front of Ciemnosc jolted his upper body backwards, preparing to run away to secure his dear life!

Swish- phhshk!

The disciple turned around, sending his entire Power Energy in a scary speed and degree down towards his legs and the boots he was wearing, as they were equipped but…but just then, Ciemnosc’s right-handed sword suddenly appeared coming out from the top of the disciple’s head as he faced part of the thousands of Ciemnosc’s enemy disciples.

And so, when everyone else was looking on with even the Obsidiafying realm cultivators hidden around becoming way too shocked to see the real cultivation base of Ciemnosc, the core disciple’s face was opened up into 2 as the sword coming out from his head fell down, cutting even his crotch wide open and revealing the organs that were stuck in the corpse’s body from being cut off so neatly.

“... …… …. … …” There was a sudden silence that was there before, even when Ciemnosc was still talking crazy and going off the border of normality prior to this battle, sort of a one sided massacre.

Pa- pah.

Both sides of the body fell to the floor, revealing Ciemnosc’s image behind from where the core disciple was standing just now. His right-handed sword had too many crooks and was racked from its edge to the blunt side of its blade, but it was bloody, while some could even figure out that there were veins stuck to both sides of the said sword, along with some flesh stuck at the crook of the sword.

It wasn’t just their toughened bodies that Ciemnosc. It was also their Power Energy, and for that, unless it was a Mortal grade weapon, an ‘ordinary’ weapon would still become broken after overly using it against such powerful ‘substances’. However, for such ordinary weapons to last so much with each of his strokes killing off directly any cultivator below the Phrenic realm, how could he actually kill them off this flawlessly?

To the silently questioning Obsidiafying realm cultivators, this was a question that they needed to know, but to Ciemnosc, it was a simple answer; his bodily strength alone is enough!

And that was without considering the use of his Power Energy which could be said to be totally different than that of the others, being transparent and seemingly the same for everyone else - while Ciemnosc’s Power Energy was…just dark.

“Kill him already! Get us his complete corpse, and you’ll be rewarded!!” From the crowds of thousands of people waiting to gain something from this, a shrill voice suddenly went out, and Ciemnosc who was right in the middle of it all could clearly see their eyes suddenly becoming bloodshot; full of desire and lust. Who could ever say no to the words of an apex existence?!

As for Ciemnosc, he actually recognized that voice belonging to none other but that of the Ancestor of the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect, Pu Lianter, and master of Enaro!

Ignoring it, however, Ciemnosc looked around at the floor one last time, his eyes somewhat greedily sweeping through as well. He was never a person of good and so-called righteousness. Still, throwing his sword towards a few unlucky fellows who got skewered by it, flew back and for their arms and sides of their bodies to explain once they hit the floor and the force from the sword broke that much from them - he then took out another top notch blade from his Covert Space bags and held it in his right hand; firmly.

“Come, come to die, die in my hands,” Ciemnosc spoke, at last, towards them with his voice becoming dragged on and hoarse. And somehow, as if they had gotten enthralled by his commands, the feet, and waists of the incoming, bloodshot-eyed crowd of hundreds rushing towards him became more flurry and faster than before.

The entirety of these thousands of disciples all had their own weapons. Some had axes, some had lances, javelins maces, hammers, bladed type of weapons, and other types of blunt weapons; all of them were practically here to kill. None of them were to be actually wielding long weapons, it wouldn’t be good to suddenly kill someone else by accident, that would be the worst now.

However, there were still some who had long weapons, and really long weapons for some of them too. Besides that, and rather closely together, there were others who actually had shields of their own and were slowly inching closer and closer towards Ciemnosc. Those were the strangest and most eye-catching of them all, even for the Obsidiafying realm cultivators in hiding, but considering Ciemnosc’s sudden prowess, they now seemed very fit for the occasion.

Swish, cuh, slash slash- hack! Crrreeesshhhhkk~! Ckrsheeeeeerrrrr~! Phhshk! Phhshk!...

Then, come again another round of cruel, raw, and brutal massacring, most of those who directly managed to arrive before him, basically zealously and with their minds not even thinking for a second what could go wrong as if they were actually possessed. They were around the Phrenic real or lower in terms of cultivation base. But they still threw themselves onto him with all the gusto in the world, some not even caring about their own safety and employing sacrificing attacks.

Only for, however, all of them to be ‘specially’ repelled by Ciemnosc; either as he cut their bodies in several ‘halves’, pierced them at the chest, and immediately immobilized them, their deaths soon to come but still somewhat slowly; which their companions would accelerate by trampling on them to an even more awful death.

Some even had their intestines opened and grabbed by Ciemnosc, throwing them around at another little group of assailants, they then made quick work of those who were thrown at them that could still be ‘saved’, ending their lives in the most comically absurd of ways.

All of this, while he had to hold himself back, which wasn’t really any difficult Ciemnosc’s laughter could be heard from time to time, while a smile showed on his lips from time to time as well. It wasn’t lunacy, nor actually feeling funny; it was just…enjoyment from not the carnage, but because of the way everyone around him was dying and dying seemingly without a care.

“Aahahahaaa, hahaha… hahahahaaa…haha… hahahahaha…” Ciemnosc was constantly turning around and turning around yet again, his chest and back showing the incredible body that he had. While his pants hid the bigger monster between his legs. Yet, he allowed more and more people to get close to him, and his slightly pale skin began to turn red, painted with a bright or dark shed of red as well as on top of his clothes.

Even his pitchest darkest colored hair was becoming soaked in blood and organ juice, his hands that were so viscous and replete with liquid to allow not his hands to hold their handles were however grabbing onto them effortlessly.

Yet, his smile, even as he killed hundreds minute after minute, from the Phrenic realm or lower, was dashing and all so free. Hell, it might be doubtful for those who saw him kill off his previous fellow disciples. But only Ciemnosc could understand how great he felt when he finally got to kill these people! He was really getting all riled up at the moment!!

…Heads flew, be it complete or with their heads themselves already being riddled with a wound that was grotesquely showing some anatomy, or that was cut into several pieces but that from which every piece wasn’t fully detached from the head itself, only needing a few pulls here and there in order to finally separate them.

Limbs flew about, and those were the ones that appeared around the most, especially from men since their tiniest limb could be seen flying about a little every now and then depending on the way that Ciemnosc counterattacked those who were too dirty in their own methods. In short, he shared his swords and blades of a top notch quality each, towards every single body he could see, leaving not a single one from feeling neglected - KILLING THEM ALL ON SIGHT

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.

At a certain point, Ciemnosc no longer stood in the same spot, noticing that there were fewer and fewer people, who were willing to enter ‘his zone’. Hence, stepping out of that circle and tackling down tens of enemy disciples at the same time, the monster was then finally free of his little cage!!

His arms moved around like a machine going crazy, exceeding its limits and finding it impossible to stop. His limbs were like wheels that just didn’t know what stopping was. Their only purpose was to go on and on and on until everything finally stopped.

Whenever Ciemnosc took 1 step, 3 more bodies were made into lifeless large sized dolls either falling down onto the floor or any other angle into the air, depending on the angle that Ciemnosc’s arms were being flung about crazily. And with every 4 or 5 steps, a new sword or blade was held in Ciemnosc’s hands, taking little to no time to replace the almost broken ones after sending them flying to kill a long, long line of enemies.

In this whole little river of people, Ciemnosc was moving like mowing the land. But the mowing would regenerate just 1 second after he left the place to continue mowing forward. If he did so much as to stop, the blades and the small number of projectiles coming at him would reach him and, in the eyes of everybody else, even the Obsidiafying realm cultivators end up killing him slowly…

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