Orion looked at him deeply, then focused his attention on the killer.
"Who sent you to kill us?" he asked.
"Dead people don’t need to know," the killer replied, his altered voice sounding strange, before vanishing from his position to attack.
"Let’s attack together," Orion suggested, activating the Curse of Stormcaller to increase his speed.
Mark smiled, purple lightning flashing around him as he disappeared.
The three of them collided with a deafening boom, the ground beneath them cracking and shattering as the shockwave tore through the air. Dust swirled, and for a brief moment, everything seemed chaotic.
But as the dust cleared, the outcome became all too obvious.
The killer stood there, calm and composed, effortlessly holding Orion’s sword in one hand and Mark’s lightning-charged fist in the other. His bare hands gripped both as if they were weightless, as if their combined power meant nothing to him.
Orion’s heart raced, disbelief flashing in his eyes. He could feel the tension in his sword, but the killer’s grip didn’t falter. Mark’s expression mirrored Orion’s shock—his lightning-infused strike, which should’ve delivered a devastating blow, was being casually contained, the crackling energy dissipating like it was nothing more than a faint spark.
The two exchanged a brief glance, both realizing the same thing. This wasn’t just someone fast. This killer had strength far beyond anything they’d expected, and they were now face to face with an opponent that neither speed nor raw power could easily defeat.
"Is that all you’ve got?"
The killer sneered before kicking Mark in the stomach, sending him flying. Seeing this, Orion quickly formed a condensed ball of wind in his left hand—the same move he had used to defeat Reilly—and thrust it towards the killer.
But before the wind sphere could reach him, the killer flung Orion into the air. Orion used the wind to slow his fall and landed beside Mark.
"There’s something wrong with this man," Mark said solemnly.
"What’s wrong?" Orion asked, confused.
"I don’t know." Mark shook his head. "I just have a feeling this is going to be a tough battle."
Mark flashed back with his lightning, intending to counterattack, but the killer was faster. He appeared in front of Mark like a blur and kicked him before Mark could even strike.
"Damn it!" Mark cursed, crossing his arms in front of his chest at the last moment. It was all he could do. Even with his lightning, his speed couldn’t match the killer’s.
Bang!
Like Orion, Mark was blasted away, flying toward the villa. He crashed through several trees before coming to a stop.
An eerie silence fell over the battlefield. Erza, Henry, Victor, and the others were shocked to their core, feeling the oppressive aura emanating from the killer. A look of despair clouded the faces of Rudy, Roman, Shuna, Hayley, and the others.
The killer’s aura was palpable, and everyone understood that he was far beyond their ability to handle. It was a fight out of their league. Only the senior members of the guilds could hope to do anything.
There was a clear distinction between Gold rank and Platinum rank. Even if some geniuses could defy that gap, it was only limited to early-stage Platinum ranks—1st, 2nd, or 3rd levels.
Fighting a 9th-level Platinum rank expert was nothing short of suicide, and now the members of the Starfire Guild, Lords Guild, and Black Reaper Guild found themselves in that dire situation.
"I already told you—no one will leave here alive. All of you will die, and that will mark the beginning of something monumental in this world."
The killer began walking slowly toward the rest of the group.
"Rejoice, for your sacrifice will ignite something so grand it might alter the course of this world."
He continued uttering his twisted words as he approached.
"And with that, the revenge of the ages shall begin."
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