BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM - Chapter 859: Hunting for Shade (16)
SWOOOSH
A blade slipped past Ramon, one under his own command. He directed it to strike the man before him, a colossus wielding an enormous sword.
The blades under Ramon’s control circled the man like starving predators on the hunt, but that guy was phenomenal. He wielded his sword as if it was a damn tooth picker.
<This guy likely has a brain crystal power that enhances his strength. >
There weren’t any other chances. That sword was too big, and the man’s ease in wielding it was too extreme.
But it wasn’t only that, that guy was also skilled. Many times Ramon attacked him from behind, and many times he failed delivering a lethal blow.
No, he failed to deliver a single one. It was as though the man had eyes on the back of his head.
Unperturbed by Ramon’s blades, the giant charged forward, swinging his weapon in an arc to intercept Ramon’s strikes.
But the band of giant’s mercenary was not stupid, it was clear that if he came under the range of that weapon, there wasn’t going much he could do against all that weight. He had to keep his distance.
“You coward.”
“Calling me a coward?” Ramon said. He couldn’t help but scoff at the man. Cowardly acts? They didn’t matter in a battle where life and death had been on the bet.
With a scoff, locking eyes with his adversary. “No, my friend. This is what true intelligence looks like.”
The man grunted and swung down his massive sword in a horizontal arc.
As his massive sword sliced through the air, Ramon’s instincts kicked in. He ducked, the blade whistling close above his head.
However, if Ramon avoided the attack, the surrounding furniture weren’t that lucky.
The powerful swing, missing its intended target, found another in the opulent décor of the room.
A grand, ornately carved wooden chair, caught in the blade’s path, was cleaved in two, its halves crashing to the floor in a cloud of splinters and dust.
Nearby, a tall, elegant vase, perched on a pedestal, trembled from the force of the air displaced by the sword’s movement.
It teetered for a moment before succumbing to gravity, shattering upon impact with the ground and scattering shards of porcelain and fragments of once-beautiful flowers across the polished marble tiles.
<Too much strength, and not a lot of finesse, > Ramon thought.
Not wasting a moment, the mercenary unleashed his counterattack, commanding his levitating swords to strike.
One of his flying blades darted forward, aiming straight for the man.
However, with a quick adjustment, the giant countered, using his massive sword to deflect the attack.
“Killing you will make me very famous, and very rich,” the man said.
“I guess there is a bounty on my head in the underworld, uh?”
“And I will claim it.”
Ramon doubled down on his attack, launching two of his levitating blades towards the man.
The man, anticipating the move, executed a masterful rotation of his colossal sword, positioning it with precision to intercept both swords.
With a resounding clang, the sword’s broad surface collided with the incoming blades, halting their momentum dead in their tracks.
The force of the impact sent vibrations down the length of the sword. The man’s arms tensed, muscles bulging under his armor as he absorbed the shock of the collision, his stance unwavering.
The two blades spun away, their trajectories altered but not destroyed.
<To win here, I need to play it smart. This guy is tough. >
Ramon had an idea. It was a daring one, but he doubted his opponent was going to anticipate his move.
The man in front of him had both power, strength and skills, but it was clear there was something missing in him: Experience.
As the man advanced towards Ramon with aggression, the latter deflected a series of rapid strikes.
It wasn’t easy. The weight of the blade was massive, and the strength the man exerted was incredible.
The cold steel of Ramon’s blade clashed against his opponent’s, sending sparks flying into the room.
After blocking a forceful strike, Ramon left his left side unprotected.
The man, eyes gleaming with the anticipation of victory, could hardly conceal his satisfaction.
“You are done,” he said, certain of his impending triumph.
However, Ramon was smirking.
“Wha—”
The following second, a couch nearby hit the man from behind. The behemoth didn’t see the piece of flying furniture; he didn’t even expect it.
Ramon used his brain crystal power to seize control of the surroundings.
His smirk vanished, replaced by a look of sheer astonishment. The impact was thunderous; the sound reverberating through the room as the man was brought to the ground, the weight of the couch pinning him in a vulnerable position.
A single second was enough to make him end up on the floor, his weapon out of his hands, and his opponent in front of him.
The man tried to take his sword from the ground, but a foot pinned it down. It was Ramon’s. The guard raised his head and looked at Ramon in the eyes. There was fear in them.
“How is that possible?” the man asked. “Shouldn’t you have been able to only move blades?”
Ramon looked at the man. His face was a mask of fear, disbelief, and disappointment.
“This is the problem with you youngsters, you don’t think. My power is telekinesis, you idiot.”
With those words, multiple blade sank into the guard’s body.
From behind, from his front. The last blade lodged itself in the man’s skull, passing through the nape and bisecting the head at the mouth’s height. Blood streamed down like a fountain.
“You should have trained more.”
With a calm command, Ramon summoned his swords back to his side.
The blades glided through the air with precision, returning to their master as if beckoned by an invisible force.
Taking a moment, he wiped each blade clean, his movements deliberate and devoid of emotion.
His face was a mask of indifference, betraying none of the intensity of the battle that had just taken place. This was routine for the old man.
Without a lingering glance at the man now dead beneath the heavy couch, Ramon turned on his heel and strode out of the room.
