Chapter 83: Divergent Part 4

Jones's cut up body dropped to the ground simultaneously, the two severed halves landing with a heavy thud on the cold cement.

A result that should not have happened because of how much Shadow Steel he was wearing.

But what happened?

During their battle, Reign had become more proficient in using his abilities, refining his control over his energy and body to another level.

He focused his energy on a singular point, amplifying its cutting power to a devastating degree.

By combining this enhanced control over his energy with the fluidity of Stream Guide, he maximized the momentum of his slash, unleashing a lethal strike that surpassed even his current max strength .

The Pitcher position also made the attack even deadlier.

Reign recalled that pitchers were experts in channeling the force of their throw through specific fingers for maximum impact.

Incorporating this knowledge, he directed the force of his strike on his claws against Jones, who had limited mobility and mistakenly believed he could withstand such an assault.

The end result was Jones being killed right off the bat.

Had Jones attempted to dodge, he would have likely succeeded, as the added movements on Reign's attack made his attack considerably slower than before.

Overall, that seemingly simple and brutal attack was the result of Reign meticulously controlling all the variables from the beginning, leading Jones to misjudge the situation and make a critical blunder.

"You're next," Reign grinned sadistically, relishing the stunned expression on Ben's face.

Witnessing someone as tough as Jones being cut through so effortlessly had taken a toll on his mental state.

The added stress of the Death Aura only heightened the tension, casting a shadow of fear over him.

"Oh, you're shaking," Reign chuckled darkly, relishing on the fear of his enemy.

Slowly, he approached while licking the blood and brain matter from his claw.

"Stop. If you kill me right now, you'll become a target for the Scorpion Mercenaries," Ben warned, his two daggers held defensively.

Though he considered fleeing, he knew it would be suicide with Reign's Claw Barrage at his disposal.

"You people are full of cliche lines," Reign shook his head in disappointment .

"You were arrogant before, but now that you've faced a stronger enemy, you resort to using your backer's name?. I've encountered people stronger than me, but instead of putting a tough act, I kneel and beg for my life," he added.

The irony of the situation was that Reign was indeed telling the truth, but far from feeling ashamed, he took pride in his choice.

Unlike in the movies, the car did not explode, much to Reign's disappointment.

BAM!

Rodnick kicked the car door open, his face contorted with anger to the point that veins began to throb on his forehead.

"You're dead!" he snarled, abandoning the briefcase and charging forward to confront Reign.

Unarmed and fueled by rage, Rodnick relied solely on his fists.

Observing this, Reign humored him, choosing to meet Rodnick's challenge with his own bare fists.

BOOOOM!

The collision of their knuckles echoed like two cars crashing into each other, but only one of them emerged unscathed.

Rodnick remained standing, his anger in full power, while Reign was sent flying backward, crashing into a wall with bone-jarring force, causing it to crumble on impact.

"This is your fault... This is your fault!" Rodnick muttered crazily, his eyes ablaze with blood-red color as black veins began to snake across his skin.

"Did you take a drug or something?" Reign taunted with a smirk, though inwardly he was curious by Rodnick's sudden surge in strength.

If Rodnick had possessed this level of power from the beginning, he wouldn't have relied on others to stall for time.

Something was definitely amiss.

"Do you even understand what you've done?" Rodnick demanded, his voice trembling with rage.

"Don't know, don't care," Reign replied casually, brushing off the question as he stood up and began fixing his neck.

A sharp twinge shot through him, indicating that he may have broken a bone or two in the confrontation.

The punch had been surprisingly powerful, and he couldn't deny that he had been hurt by it.

"You will regret this. Someone like you doesn't understand the difference between a Tier 4 and Tier 3 City," Rodnick spat, his anger visible from his flash red face.

"You're already talking like you won't be able to kill me now. So my guess is right. You took a drug, and it made you an idiot. Now you're too easy to read," Reign laughed, his amusement evident.

"And of course, the effect of the drug was only temporary, so I just have to wait it out," he added smugly.

Rodnick's face contorted with rage after hearing Reign's hypothesis. He realized that he had made a grave error in underestimating his opponent intelligence,.

He had initially underestimated Reign, dismissing him as nothing more than a sadistic and crazy demon.

However, he now realized that his enemy was far more cunning than he had given him credit for, able to get conclusions from just a few sentences.