Chapter 23: Machete versus Flesh? King dead?

"What kind of awakening skill is this?" Ray's pupils dilated with shock.

But he didn't stop his movement. With all his strength gathered in his hand, Ray swung his machete towards the palm.

As the machete and the palm met, King's eyes almost popped while Ray sneered.

How could flesh resist cold weapons?

If King was at that level, he wouldn't use guns to target him in the first place but instead instantly kill him to end it all.

As expected, when they met, the machete went right through King's hand and came down to the ground, slicing his entire arm in half from centre.

But Ray wasn't better off. He felt a terrifying rebound as if he were hitting metal instead of a hand.

His entire body tingled and vibrated at a supersonic level, causing internal bleeding.

"You..."

Ray looked at King with disbelief in his eyes. His strength was greater than King's, but King had still managed to cause such damage to him even though he had a machete. Machete versus flesh—the victory should have been clear.

"Haha, brat, I underestimated your brawn."

"And I underestimated your brain," Ray said, his tone extremely grave.

He swung the machete again.

"Ahhh—"

King cried out in pain as he clutched his right hand, which had blocked the machete, and backed away, narrowly dodging the machete's arc by a thin margin.

"It's over," Ray calmly said as he swung his machete again. King dodged by a hair's breadth.

Again he swung, and King dodged again.

When he swung the machete once more, King dodged by a thin margin.

Swing!

Dodge!

For a time, Ray swung as fast as he could, but King always dodged the attack by a slight margin.

This process continued for a whole five minutes before both were covered in cold sweat.

The violent internal injuries he had tried hard to suppress now caused Ray unimaginable pain.

Ahhh—

Ray roared in pain.

"Damn it, this guy was too strong," he muttered. "It hurts."

Although he had lived the life of a military personnel, the injuries he sustained were terrifying.

Outwardly, it might not seem like he had suffered much, but he had internal bleeding right now.

For those who have dabbled in the field of medicine, the terrifying internal injuries were nightmares.

Ray felt nauseous and almost vomited, but he restrained himself. This wasn't mild internal bleeding either.

If not for his physique, which was six times stronger, he wouldn't even be alive right now.

"Fuck, I will never do such a risky task again," Ray cursed while rolling on the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling with ragged breathing.

"Cancel."

The undead level one dog vanished, and he felt the mutation energy, which was rapidly draining, slowly start to recover again.

He didn't need to do any treatment. In just about two hours, Ray felt a lot better—better enough to at least walk.

Ray barely stood up from the ground with a pained expression, leaving the room.

However, what he didn't notice was that after some time, the headless corpse of King vanished as if it didn't exist in the first place.

In a distant place, a bulky and tall man was drinking a cup of coffee when his hand abruptly froze.

"Someone killed my clone." King sighed. "This was supposed to be my advancement into the third rank, but it seems like I need to kill the undead myself now. As for the one who did it, Ray..."

"This bastard must have already made the third advancement. That clone had 100% of my strength and the sage arts but was still not able to beat him."

His eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Subordinate, get up. We are going to slay some undead."

"Yes, boss." Countless voices rang in the air, containing hundreds of people, their eyes filled with malevolence.

"As long as we follow the boss, we will get both money and women."