Chaos Cycle: The Eye of Genesis - Chapter 138

“Is this bad bad, or is there some opportunity for us?” Shin asked, running along with Feldan on the narrow path, as loud sounds of cacophony, chaos came into his ears.

It appears to be shipwrecked. He had not found how it happened, but in the half an hour he was running around with others he got that there was a huge hole in the other sides of the huge ships and other than just causing water to overload it, it off-balanced the ship, and will probably sink with an hour or two. From his experience of watching the old classic about ship-sinking movie, he decided that much was the minimum time.

He only hope he did not have to die in cold water after going through all struggling like in the movie.

“Well, at least we have to worry less about those dogs and the superiors,” Ronin muttered, joining them. “I searched for the girl, found nowhere.”

Shin bit his lips. Since the ship started shaking, he has been looking out for an opportunity to find Ileana or anyone he knew, but so far, it has been pointless. He did release about a dozen students, but he did not release a single one of them. Though a couple of them seemed to be from earth, but none who he knew. It appeared the operation was far bigger than he had assumed.

“Then we will move on with our initial plan,” Ronin added as they approached the upper floor.

“No,” shouted Shin. Their initial plan was to secure some boats and flee out of the ship’s wreckage. “I won’t go if I don’t find her.”

As they approached the upper floor, the very first thing that they saw was a bunch of dogs under not one but two superior.

“Crap!” Feldan cursed, but he turned steadied with the sword in his arm. It was something they consecrated from the dogs on their other encounter. It appeared unsealing his mana brought back Feldan’s arrogance to some degree, or at least, to the portion they would need to battle against this mana opponent.

He was reading to fight when Ronin shouted with impedance. “Don’t engage, go.”

Before he could finish, Shin shot from the left among the slaves, lurching his sword violently without care. With just a single smack he severed the head of one, but there was no hesitation on his end, partly knowing he was not really killing them, and most likely, death will be the only escape for these poor things.

Ronin rubbed his forehead and took a stance with a blade, while Feldan got busy with his flame sword. Unlike these two, he did not have flashy moves, but when he moves, he moves for the kill. He crept fast, lurching the blade at the speed that eyes could not follow into the chest of one target. The sword felt no restriction like it was against mud, as he soon moved to his next opponent.

Even though Ronin had no mana, his aura had something dangerous, so dangerous he could only make it do crude things. Crude things like killing, cutting limbs, piercing hearts, head, even metal was nothing but mud to him, all he needed was to draw in more of that aura.

His old mentor had mentioned it was something like Qi, but after awakening, it, did only he learned it was not Qi, it was something far sharper than qi force. As qi force could be manipulated to do another thing than just killing, his aura could be only used to cut, kill, and destroy, its very nature was to destroy things.

The system calls it point force.

Point force was invisible when he was only using it marginally, but on occasions like these, he needed a lot more than that. a faint, transparent smoke warp and resonates with his blade as he moves fast and swift among the crowds. Pierce there, swing there. Other than the point force there was another thing that was going on for him. It was his swordsmanship. Robin was a master swordsman at the age of 21.

The superior moved along with a huge ax, swinging fiercely in a sneak attack. After losing his mana, Ronin lost his supernatural senses that come along, but with years of practice and actual fighting in dungeons, his senses were like a superhuman. He made a last-minute duck as his sword twisted in its path to pierce the gut of the superior.

That was not enough. Ronin smacked his right foot on the knees of the superior as he crouched down painfully, but just when he pulled back his blade, another one of the dogs attacked him. A huge hammer-like fist smacked against his back and he felt like his back-breaking, falling over the superior.

Grunting painfully, Ronin gave a back leg kick to throw off the slave, as a knuckle punched his jaw. It throbbed in pain as the superior came again with another move. Ronin spat and rolled on the ground to dodge.

Both of them stood up at the same time as the superior looked at him with a grin, blood gushing out from his gut. Ronin spat the blood out of his mouth, eyes glued to his opponent. A slave came with a huge mace from behind, but Ronin only smacked his blade behind without looking. The body dropped as the two-shot for each other.

Ronin twisted his head on the back as the axe missed his head. He made a swift movement to run his blade on the lower body of the superior. ‘Too shallow,’ he thought, as they moved at each other again.

He blocked the axe with his blade, but the sheer strength behind the axe was something he could only handle with an outburst of strength, and that outburst will only stay for a blink of an eye to a second. Ronin moved before that, twisted his body sideways to take a step, blade running upwards.

His blade met the arm of the man, but there the armament defence was too thick to have any points.

Ronin withdrew. On the sides, Shin was handling another one of the superiors. Even though this boy was hot-headed and stupid, he had a knack for battling, Ronin had to give him that though he was not sure if she could finish off the superior on his own.

“Your opponent is here,” the mad superior said, smashing his axe at his head again. He was so thoroughly broken and corrupted that he forgot the purpose while battling.

Ronin felt weak on his legs, but he lurched. His previous wound had not closed all with the help from the potion, a good portion of his body was throbbing with pain, adding with the broken back, but he twisted, turned, lurched, crept at every move of his opponent. Whatever his opponent threw at him, he dodged, blocked and rendered it useless.

A devilish smile appeared on his lips, as he eyed the man, grinning. He’s getting there.

A bolt of lightning burst in his head, and his surroundings grew silent, and he was there.

“It has . . . been . . . long . . .” he shouted, jerking his head.

The axe came at him, and so did another sword from the right. Ronin lurched upwards and feinted a move to move towards the dog first. He pierced his blade right at the forehead of the slave. As he pulled back the sword, the slave fell on the floor, lifeless for some time.

When Ronin was in a trance, he did not need to think all he needed was a target, and there were half a dozen of them. He moved against, smacked again, but did not get the elevation he wanted so he had to withdraw, but the battle wouldn’t last long.

Withdrawing from the superior, he assaulted another one of the slaves, abruptly, he came up with a burst of strength as shot for the man, his target, his hunt. He feinted his sword again, and the superior did not fall for it, but no good it did, as another sharp dagger appeared on his other arm as he pierced onto the shoulder of the man.

Ronin twisted his body, spun to run his blade in a high, full swing as it severed the head of the superior.

He laughed and eyed the others. Shin was still tussling with the other superior, which means, wasting mana flying around the superior, waiting for an opportunity. He clicked his tongue and took a half step to lurch back his blade before aiming at the target.

With a sharp jerk, he shot the blade at the superior as it went straight to the back of the man, piercing without any problem. The blade held onto some form of point force. Of course, it won’t feel any restriction after all the tussling Shin did with his opponent.

But the superior was still not dead.

Shin followed up with a silent outburst of waves, and now he’s dead.

For five minutes at least.