Chapter 135: Die Smiling or Die Trying [5]
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Amon exhaled deeply, sweat pouring out from his forehead.
He was currently hanging with the support of a blood spear that was engraved on the roof. Taking a deep breath, he propelled himself to a nearby platform, right under the roof.
His spear disintegrated and he fell down on the floor, his back to the ball.
His face scrunched up in pain as his burnt back touched the wall.
If not for the [Void Training], which also trained him to fight multiple groups of opponents stronger than him at the same time, he would have been dead right now.
It was that experience that made him able to take decisions in short periods and how to act on them.
Taking out two mana potions, he quickly gulped them, recovering his mana back to full.
He was finally here, under the roof of the institute.
It was impossible to go outside from the first floor after he saw the class so this was his only choice.
Despite his mana capacity being full, Amon felt a huge mental stress in his mind right now.
Using so many elements consecutively took a lot of work.
Not to mention the physical stress that he was taking.
Gritting his teeth, he stood up with the support of the wall.
Looking at the honeycomb-shaped translucent blue roof, Amon covered his arm in blood and crystal.
Then, he coated it in lightning and sound before finally applying [Void Decay] to it.
His whole arm got heavy but he stood still.
Biting his lip, he hurled the arm at the roof where it connected cleanly.
A thud resounded as the fist connected.
Thud!
But slowly, as the elements applied, cracks started to appear on the thick glass.
And they suddenly covered the whole frame of the dome-shaped roof window.
It still wasn't enough.
Amon gritted his teeth once more as he hurled the fist again.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
And this time, the glass completely shattered with a sharp noise.
Covering himself with his arms, Amon saw the shattered pieces fall down below.
He knew that at this moment everyone had found his location.
'I need to hurry...' Amon clicked his tongue as he grabbed the edge of the roof and jumped out.
Instantly, he felt the pungent polluted air invade his nostrils.
It was much more gut-wrenching and mana-consuming than the one those nature clovists produced.
Fortunately, he still felt no suffocation or hallucination.
He looked into the distance, finding it to be green murky air everywhere he saw.
It covered his view completely, not letting where was where.
'Shit...' Amon cursed.
If he lost it here, then he was done for.
Either die smiling or die trying.
But just as he got on the paths that led to different paths, his danger sense went off.
His instincts pushed to the extreme as he turned his neck at the last moment.
A flaming arrows passed through the spot where his neck was before.
His gaze quickly moved, following the trajectory of the attack.
There they were.
The four Unit Commanders of each camp.
He was surprised to see them here.
Amon thought that they would have jumped to find him at the slightest sound of an alarm.
In any case, he was grateful.
His gaze moved, locking on one of the leaders.
What he wanted to find...
He found it a lot easily.
James growled.
"YOU BITCH!"
He leaped at Amon, his arms coated in crystal.
Keeping calm, Amon threw a blood marble at James.
And just as he hurled his arm at Amon, he disappeared and reappeared behind James, where
the blood marble was.
Catching the marble, Amon touched the face of James, before completely covering it in
crystal.
Then, he disappeared again, under the shocked eyes of everyone.
Before reappearing once more, right in front of the 4th leader.
Or...
The old man, who was smiling.
Smiling much more widely than he usually did.
Smiling harrowingly...
Grabbing his eerie smile, Amon looked at him with a stoic cold gaze.
"Let's play a game you bitch ass horror."
Immediately, a crystal-shaped dome covered them which was further reinforced by blood.
And at the same time, a large boom resounded in the vicinity.
Amon knew what it was.
He stared coldly at the scary smile that the old man was still giving.
The walls that protected the camp. They had just been broken through.