Chapter 108: Uncertainty and fear

How—?

When—?

Questions were flooding in their minds, but it was too late, their state of being awake had slowly waned, and they could not control their bodies anymore.

Thud, thud, thud…!

Heads were rolling upon landing on the ground, dyeing the tiled floor with scarlet color. Just then, *Woosh!* Blood shot-out from their headless body like a fountain.

Every enemy around him had fallen in a state of shock. In his hand, they noticed he was gripping a sword with a dark red color blade.

In Yeman's vision, the notification of gaining 8375 Soul Points and 2250 Experience Points had repeatedly appeared. Fortunately, blessing skill and Soul Fletcher title both were having additional 50% experience points and Soul Points earned.

And five souls went to his Soul Collections after he killed the five people in front of him.

It was thanks to his Demonic Shield that he currently equipped in his inventory that the enemies failed to cause wounds on him.

Their attack wasn't enough to damage him. Yeman's Demonic Shield gave him 2000 physical and magic defense. On the contrary, the enemy's weapons weren't high quality.

However, the additional effect 'Reflect' had failed to take its effect as it needed to be summoned in the hand for it to activate.

On the other hand, since he was equipping the Demonic Shield in inventory, the Killing Sword in hand was just a penalty weapon. It also means that there were no additional stats increased, and it even lowered his stats.

Although it reduced his attributes, it didn't influence his stats much. Thanks to his high status, a little deduction wasn't an issue at all.

The bodies that lost their heads fell on the ground right after their heads rolled.

After the bodies caused a dull sound, the remaining enemies woke up from being shocked.

They immediately summoned their magical aura and rushed to attack him. Everyone was charging with bloodshot eyes.

Seeing the enemies from all sides, Yeman smirked. A second later, an ominous pressure burst out from his body.

Woosh! A gushing sound of oppression.

Everyone who came to attack him was hit by it. Their bodies flew away and rolled many times on the ground.

Though it didn't cause much damage to them, it shook them and caused fear.

Cough! Cough! Cough! They coughed blood. The impact was strong enough to damage their internal organs.

It was the skill brought by equipping the shield as his sub-weapon.

The name of the skill he used was Force Shield.

Without wasting more time, he rushed and started attacking the enemies. He waved the sword in hand to the enemy, who was closer and seemingly in shock. Fortunately, the person's experience was able to help him, he managed to dodge Yeman's attack.

Yeman twitched his brows at his failure to hit him. Looks like the deduction on his speed had made him move slowly. He followed after the enemy by kicking the floor in which the strength of his kick even caused the tiled floor to break.

But because of it, his body also shot like a train. The enemy widened his eyes as he thought they would collide at each other but. "Dammit!" he cursed under his breath, afraid of the collision. However, before the collision happened, Yeman lifted the sword in hand and waved it again to the enemy.

Ugh! A groan escaped from his mouth, and the appearance of a diagonal wound followed after. Then, blood spurted from it.

Yeman noticed the damage wasn't enough to kill it. The attack was off slightly. The health points of the enemy had a little left.

He then followed with a kick.

The number of -2777 was visible in his vision. In truth, he wasn't using his full strength on that kick. But he believed it was enough to kill it.

Seeing their comrade killed by the young man, the others started their attacks. The only thing that bugged them was the young man was able to stay unscathed at the recent stab.

They were wondering how the young man did it, but it was already history. They needed to attack and kill him! No matter what happened, they needed to do it at all means they could muster.

Yeman noticed two enemies lunged themselves to him while raising their hands, holding the weapon, in the air. Then simultaneously strike down to him.

He blocked their attacks with his sword. However, another one came to stab him from the back.

The enemy grinned when his sword penetrated him. But soon, he froze, because the same happened to the others his weapon also failed to cause a wound on the young man.

"!!"

Startled, "What the heck!" He cried out. "Hehe." They immediately stepped back when they heard the young man chuckled. Each of them started to surface worried expressions together with puzzlement.

'How the hell could he not be wounded?' They protest in their minds.

Me. Yule, on the other hand, was twitching his brows. "Dammit! What are you doing?! Kill him! Useless shit!" He barked at his men.

"Fools…!" Night uttered a single word to the enemy's foolishness.

Once they stepped back, he would charge at them and swung his Killing Sword for the kill.

Some of the enemies did not attack yet. They waited for their chance while studying him, seemingly trying to figure out his weak points.

However, as the battle got longer, they noticed no weakness from him. Still, their comrade's damage could not wound him!

Is he even a human? Wait. Could it be that he was a ghost? Many of them started to doubt the young man.

Mr. Yule and Jackson were starting to worry because the young man was still breathing. 

His men were not even dealt a scratch to him. Could it be that his people are incapable of killing him? Did he waste his money by raising these useless fools? 

Just then,

Fwoosh!

At the corner of his eyes, he noticed one of his men shot magical energy to the young man.

Yeman, who was busy attacking the others, didn't notice the incoming mass of magical energy.

When he noticed that the other enemy had backed away simultaneously, it was already too late. A loud explosion followed after.

"Hahaha!"

"Oho ho ho."

Mr. Yule and Jackson's laugh resounded in the room.

"Finally! Someone is not as brainless as most of you!"

Mr. Yule exclaimed. Then, Jackson followed, "Oho ho ho! As expected of Captain Turo, he is truly the strongest among them."

The other men of Mr. Yule frowned. They could not let that only the Captain take their boss's favor.

Each of them stepped back farther from the young man. They could feel that he was still breathing. Perhaps, he was in the brim of death.

They needed to finish him. Whoever landed the last hit would get the last laugh.

Captain Turo wasn't bothered that the others were talking about him. After he fired the magical energy, he once again condensed another in his hands.

He knew that attack wasn't enough to kill him. At most, it could cause him fatal injury. The smoke after the explosion had cleared right away, just right that Captain Turo and the others had finished condensing magical energy.

But everyone was stunned, and the plan to bombard him did not happen, because the young man was still standing without injury!

No! In fact. He was hurt. But a little burn only on his shoulder. Aside from that, nothing else was visible.

Uncertainty had finally creeped out on them.

In their minds, they shouted, "they needed to attack!" Yet, their hands trembled and failed to do so. Each of them froze in fear.

It was only natural that they felt it as they could not deal damage to him. 

Contrary to their expectations, Yeman was admiring that attack just now. He did not expect that it could hurt him. But he already could guess the reason why it caused a little burn to him. The reason was just simple; it was because the strength of the person's attack varied to the amount of magical energy that he/she condensed.

However, not all of them were as scared as most.

Captain Turo fired another magical energy. It was bigger than before and much more powerful. It also had the form of a spear.

Yeman heard the person with gold teeth grinning together with the salesman.

A smirk appeared on his face. A second later, before the spear-like magical energy hit him, he disappeared.

"!!!"

The room shook terribly when the explosion happened.

Some debris of tiled floors even flew and scattered everywhere like spraying bullets.

Mr. Yule was back into his euphoria upon seeing the much stronger explosion. He didn't care about the destruction of the building. He was more inclined to kill the young man who insulted him. 

"Gyahaha, that's what you got for being a show-off!"