V2 Chapter 32

“… …” The youth stood in the same spot indifferently and didn't move an inch when he saw the people charging towards him; his crimson eyes were loaded with boredom.

It wasn't until those people almost reached him that he then turned on his toes subtly.

Three steps...

Two steps...

One step...

A "bang" reverberated through the air. He used his toe as a pivot, maneuvered 180 degrees and did a spinning kick. The person closest to him didn't even have time to make a move and flew backward from the kick. "Ah——" Blood spewed out of the man's mouth, his chest caved in as if he was rammed by a large mace and he was unconscious in an instant. Whether he was dead or alive is unclear!

The pig-headed fatty was taken aback by the sudden power that insta-kill his men. He took a step back instinctively then stammered, "What are you afraid of?! Get him... get him... all of you attack him at the same time!"

“Blah! Blah! Blah! So noisy…! I came here for that reason so don’t be impatient~” Cian muttered indifferently.

Nobody dared to let their guards down and they attacked like madmen. Cian gripped one of them and threw him directly at another attacker like he was throwing a sandbag then he turned around, as light as a feather, and kicked another man on the right. A similar thing happened, every blow seemed so casual and soft but an explosion will always ring out, and the person who was hit will be blown away like a broken kite, slamming into walls and floors, spewing blood. Limbs cracked, torn apart, head smashed into a pulp, split into two with bare hands—and all kinds of horrors occurred in just a few minutes.

Seeing this, the fatty who was so domineering just now felt his mind blown away and his jaw dropped in the floor—one must know each of the people he had was highly trained and above average warriors. But in the end, they didn't even have the power to fight back and were sent flying one after another. The eyes of one of the bald and burly man lit up. He moved swiftly and pounced onto Cian from behind.

Seeing that he was completely unaware, the baldy was elated. Gotcha! Alas, the second the baldy attacked, there was a "swish." It was as if he had eyes at the back of his head since his fair and slender fingers that look like that of a woman moved horizontally in a position of a karate chop. He struck his neck abruptly - his most vulnerable spot.

"Oh oh..." the baldy’s throat felt as if it was being strangled by a sharp claw. The air in his chest rapidly escaped and the baldy's face swelled up into the color of a pig's liver. Being on the verge of dying left his eyes filled with fear. And then, Puchi! a black dagger pierced him from behind, stealing his life in an instant.

Eventually, everyone looked at the black clothed youth like they were looking at a ghost.

The youth’s actions and behavior still looked unconcerned and pleased. It was still the same movements and actions, yet it was as if he completely transformed into another being, spreading a terrifying and barbaric aura all around him. The youth looked at his hand which was stained by blood, rubbing his finger together a cold voice echoed, “Well, demons and humans, all had the same color of blood apparently…”

Run... quick, run...

Everyone's first reaction was to run...

However, this youth’s movements were too swift and powerful, all of them ended up whining in pain on the ground or dead on the spot before they could even move.

"Ah——"

"Spare... spare me... don't kill me... don't kill me..."

Cian raised his brows and his eyes swept across all the people on the floor like he was looking at ants. It seemed as if he was very disappointed—his beautiful voice flowed out of his red-dyed lips, "Tsk, boring..."

The fatty stood a few steps away, trembling with cold sweat trickling down his back. Following that, a cold light flashed in his eyes. His hand was extended in the front and flames suddenly sprouted in his hand, "Bitch!! I'll see how arrogant you can get! Ha! Hahahaha..."

Cian raised his brows slightly when he saw this. A High Orc that can use magic…? Well, that’s rare—an Orc Magician should be quite rare~

Just as the Pig-headed fatty laughed haughtily, he suddenly realized he disappeared.

What... what's going on?

Where is he?!

The fatty was stunned. He tried to feel his surrounding but he couldn’t sense anything. It’s as if the youth had indeed vanished in thin air, what is this?! What is going on?! And at this moment, he suddenly felt a chill that gave him goosebumps from behind.

"A Magician...in the Orc’s race, that’s rare~" The youth’s ghostly voice traveled to his ears.

"You... you-you-you..." The fatty was so terrified that his soul left his body. However, before he could launch his magic, wiiiz. a noise that seemed to be the air being slashed rang out and under the fatty’s horrified expression, a fountain of blood appeared from his hands—his hands were cut off till his wrists. "Ah——!!!!" The pig-headed fatty’s screams nearly broke through the roof.

The black-clothed youth’s figure blurred and before the fatty’s eyes, a leg suddenly expanded and his leg was kicked downwards. He felt as if his neck has almost been broken by the kick. Then, it was followed by another kick in the stomach, blowing him away. The pig-headed fatty spewed out a mouthful of blood, rolling on the ground.

“Spa…spare…spare me…” The pig-headed fatty mumbled in tears and fear. *Gu du* he swallowed in fear and tried to crawl away slowly. However, he only managed to crawl less than a step away when he felt a sharp pain in his bleeding wrists.

"Ow——!!" the fatty started rolling on the floor in agony.

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A faint smile appeared on the Cian’s lips as he stepped on the guy's severed hands and slowly leaned forward. His husky voice whispered into the man's ear, "Too bad for you, I don’t have any use for you…" A cold voice reached his ears and the arm which was being stepped on, with a Baaam! turned into a meatpaste—the fatty’s eyes rolled over as he fainted.

"Ah, sorry about that... got carried away... my foot turned heavy..." Cian who spoke so innocently pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped the blood that splattered onto his hands without a hint of warmth in his lazy eyes.

There were shrieks all around the building. Those who were lucky enough to be still alive, immediately crawled away, cowering like they were looking at some freak; they didn't even dare to breathe loudly, afraid they would attract the death god’s attention.

The screams caused one to be frustrated and annoyed. Cian slowly reached over and rubbed his temples which were on the verge of exploding. The steam he let off just now merely reduced his fury temporarily, but in just a moment, that fiery rage in his chest accompanied by the stench of blood on the floor would ignite once again...

That pain almost made him dizzy and everything around him started to spin slowly.

Haaa…Cian can’t help but sigh. The stench of blood and the killing intent thrown upon him was the switch for his Killer mode. However, he should have been able to restrain it just like in the previous world. But it seems like his lust is not the only one who was being affected by his transmigration, even his rage and [Madness] was easily triggered as if he had lost all his restraints. All his training to control his emotions and feelings—all of them seemed to have disappeared…

Cian’s head was muddled and everyone in front of him seemed to have been slowly transformed into dark figures. His rationality slowly turned to ashes—and if this was not controlled by him, it would leave him with his basic instincts. Cian shook his head, calming his madly beating heart.

When Cian realized that these people no longer rushed at him, he ignored them and started to walk toward the third floor. At this moment, there was a group of people coming down and they were all holding weapons and some were wearing robes. When they saw that Cian was prepared to head towards the third floor, they ignored talking and launch arrows and magic attacks. The sound of explosions could be heard from the third floor.

However, what caused the people to be terrified and piss their pants was that the moment arrows and magic attacks shot at Cian, the latter didn’t do anything and yet these attacks suddenly turned towards at them. And because of the narrow space within the stairs, all the gathered people couldn’t escape with enough time and was bombarded with their own attack, especially those holding weapons in front; they were basically turned into meatshields!

After witnessing what had happened, those standing at the back started to retreat back to the third floor.

“Who are you?” Just as Cian wanted to take advantage of the situation to try to get rid of those standing in the Third Floor corridor, a voice transmitted from the one of the room. Cian looked over. He saw a middle-aged man, a beautiful woman, a familiar handsome young man and lastly a husky fellow with a very ugly face, similar to that of a classic goblin walking out from a room.

“Leader!!” When they saw these three people, the people standing anxiously in the corridor immediately cried out in excitement and relief. The three leaders of the Bloodhole Gang along with Gobing which Cian have seen in the Auction just a while ago.

Cian looks at the four people. Other than Gobing who was just an ant, the other three were extremely powerful, even their presence alone can be said to be among the top tier in the Okmahun Demon City, as expected of the leaders of a large powerful organization which was among the top three strongest factions in the entire City.

However, what caught Cian’s attention was the man standing behind the woman, the husky goblin and Gobing.

A small old man wearing a brocade robe of ember-red.

Following behind the group of three, the small old man hid his presence skillfully. His small body seemed to fade into a half translucent appearance that blended with the air as if wanting to act less conspicuous. If not for his Eye, he wouldn’t think that this old man was extremely powerful. In fact, he might even think he was just janitor or a grandfather of these fellows.

“Oh, hello everyone, I’m guessing you all must be the leaders of this organization, right? That’s good, that’s good~ I came here for a business transaction~” Cian greeted as he took his hood off, revealing a plain black mask with only two open slits for the eyes curving upwards. His hair was dyed black with long crimson sideburns. He made an aristocrat bow with one foot behind as he bends his knees slightly.

“Who are you?” the husky fellow couldn’t resist blurting the question. His reflex reaction was to find out this black-haired young man’s identity. The woman and the others also turned their attention onto Cian.

Cian turned towards the husky fellow. He was a humanoid demon with a bulky body like that of an ogre. Aside from the fact that his appearance looks much like that of a goblin, he had horns on his head and bat-like wings on his back. He was wearing a loose dark green coat, black pants but with any clothing on his upper body, displaying his muscle toned torso. His eyes were slit and he had large fangs akin to that of a saber tiger.

A high-level Imp… Hm? Wait… “Ah, so you are that ugly little Imp’s father…the second leader of the Bloodhole Gang, am I right? You look similar~” Cian’s expression was blank as he spoke. But, his voice was like a cold wind that billowed up from the ninth layer of the abyss. The entire atmosphere of the place suddenly chilled to subzero degrees.

“What?!” the husky Imp’s face tightened. “Do, don’t tell me…”

“That’s right, I’m the one who killed them. Well, he was annoying. For him to actually drool about my possession, it’s really—”

“YOU BASTARRRRDDDDD!!! I’m going to kill you!!!!!” Before Cian could finish talking, suddenly shot himself towards Cian in rage and anger. Although he could always be calm in dealing things but when the killer of his son was right before his very eyes, his eyes turned red and his anger reaches its limits. His mind blanks out and all he wanted right now was to kill Cian and tear him apart!

Following his attack, three people that were standing behind him also jumped forwards and then rushed towards Cian..

“The three of us will assist the second leader and going to attack this bastard together. Don’t hold back, this fellow won’t be easy to deal with.” One of the men with a dragon beard, standing on the side, said to others as they run. They seemed to be Elders of the Gang as they were standing just beside the leaders.

“Okay.” They had gone through many tribulations together, and already seamlessly understood each other and were able to coordinate well. They had an implicit faith and understanding in each other’s’ strength. If they attacked at the same time, rushing Cian’s weak angles from four different directions, then it should be impossible for Cian to block from so many attacks at once.

…or that should have been the case…

“—they didn’t even let me finish, so rude…!” Bang!!! A terrifying airwave of pressure erupted. Cian didn’t even bother to move – it was as if a massive momentum that was contained within him suddenly breaking out at once and a savage and violent gust looking like an invisible tidal wave shot out, and an incomparably sharp and deadly storm lifted the marble tiles off the floor.

Puff! All four of them, including the enraged husky Imp, spat out blood as they flew backward, their bodies smashing into the floor and rolling back dozens of feet like gourds that had been kicked. Two of them even helplessly buried in the wall, fainted.

As for Cian, he hadn’t even moved at all!

The entire audience was petrified.

“What?” Did he defeat four masters with a single move? How is that possible?”

“A move? You think that he actually made a move? Are your eyes blind or it was mine that was blind! I didn’t even see it! He stood there, not moving at all. He only muttered some words, and all those people were sent flying backward by a sudden gust of wind—it wasn’t even magic!” A person muttered with wide open eyes. His strength was better compared to others beside him so he was able to see what had happened much more clearly than his group. But because of that, they felt cold sweat appearing on their back.

“How is that possible!?” The other people were startled, “He didn’t even chant or caused magic fluctuation… just what did he do aside from magic?!”