Well, looks like this is the end of the line for him. Enemies surrounding him from all sides. Their weapons drawn, eyes staring with the intention to kill. But he did not falter. He stood in the middle of them all. With nothing but his fist. Ready to kill anyone who dared to attack him.
"Does it really take this much people to kill me?" He said. Mockery could be heard in his voice. A smirk hung on his face. "What? Don't like how I act? Then stop meꟷuntil then, I'll stay this cocky!"
His laugh reverberated throughout the valley. If only he's in his top condition. Then nobody in this place could even defeat him. Sure, he could still fight despite his injuries, but he has lost so much blood from the fight before this. And he doesn't have that much time to recuperate before he had to handle this.
From what he has seenꟷor feltꟷthere's at least around a hundred people. Armed with various weapons from close ranged like sword and spears, to the ranged one like a rifle. Fighting with this condition would be bothersome. Considering that he need to watch his physical condition while at the same time trying to be aware of his surrounding. A really hard thing to doꟷbut not something that he couldn't accomplish.
Everyone stayed still on where they stood. Nobody dared to attack the Human Monster first. Everyone has heard his tale. How he defeated a small army using nothing but his fists alone. Sure, there's people that can fight an army alone, but they're either helped by their weapons or their gadgets. But this man? He only relied his fistsꟷwith his body alone. This man in front of them is in an entirely different level already. They still had their doubts if they can beat the Human Monster even though he's wounded. After all, a wounded lion is still a lion.
Suddenly he disappeared. Shocking everyone who was present. They then frantically started to look for him or even any sign of him. Only to find him standing behind a man on top of the valley. Hands already on his head. And with a twist of his handsꟷMikhail snapped the man's head.
"Kill him!"
Everyone charged at him at the same time. Some fired their guns and bow, while some throw throwing knives, shuriken, or anything similar at him. Mikhail dodged all the projectiles coming at him. Sometimes he redirected said projectiles into his enemy trying to get closer to him. Either slowing them down or killing them instantly.
Seeing their ranged fighter is almost rendered useless thanks to Mikhail's martial arts capabilities. The closed ranged fighters started to prepare themselves on the go. Unconsciously they gripped their weapon much harder. Cold sweat trickled down from their faces. But they know they couldn't retreat now. Mikhail's presence is akin to that of a demon in their eyes. Though Mikhail is alone and wounded. That does not mean that his abilities to fight will diminish. In fact, they know for sure that Mikhail will fight more fiercely than before.
Mikhail glanced to the enemies coming from his left. A man from the East, probably Chinese, and also a Cultivator. He doesn't really like facing these Cultivator bunch. Being the arrogant pricks and looking down on everyone else. Though, it's kinda ironic coming from his own mouth, but at least he doesn't bootlick people when faced with someone strongerꟷbut instead challenged them into a fight.
He dashed forward. Dodging a stab aimed towards his side. He then jumped and twisted his body midair. Dodging a hail arrows coming from above. In that split second when he was spinning, he could see a woman standing on a tree branch not far from him. Shock could be seen on her face. Probably surprised with how he could dodge that rain of arrows with ease. But even then, he still got hit by two arrows on his right shoulder. This is going to hinder his movement much further.
Then a wave of dizziness hit him. His body felt much more heavier. His vision starting to blur from time to time. Must be the effect of the arrows that hit him. Some sort of poison. He should've expected it.
"I got him!" She said. Garnering the attention of all her comrades. Without a word spoken. They all agreed on one thingꟷit was time to finish thisꟷthe beast is wounded and doesn't have much time left.
"Still acting all smug even though your end is near? Truly, you're a mad man." One of the people said as he slowly walked towards Mikhail who was standing on his place. Face down, body hunched, both arms facing the ground, and both palms acting as if they're claws ready to tear anyone who dared to come near him.
"Die for me!"
At the same time, Mikhail moved, cold glint flashing in his eyes. Akin to that of a beast. His left hand grabbed the sword his enemy used to try to kill him. Meanwhile, his right hand punched outꟷevaporating the man's head with sheer power alone. The shockwave from that punch knocked a few people behin who were weaker. While some struggled to stand on their place. Only a few who doesn't seems to be affected.
Massive amount of bullets and projectiles flew towards him. He dodged, redirected, or even destroyed it. Those who were unlucky got killed by the bullets that their friends shoot. Before they can even react, Mikhail already disappeared from his place and appeared again in front the group of ranged fighters. All of them killed easily. Without anyone could fight back for even a second. Mikhail then set his sight to another group of enemies. His injured body that is slowly healing before are now being injured again. Thanks to all the movement and attack he received.
Screams reverberated throughout the whole valley. They should've bring more people if the Human Monster can still fight this fiercely even when injured. But it is too late for them to regret it. The only thing they could do is try to kill him with everything they got.
Time passed. Mikhail has been fighting for almost five hours straight without any rest. Now only around twenty enemies are left. They're also the strongest out of the hundreds people. Something that he couldn't handle. But, looking at his body condition now, fighting them would be extremely difficult. Even if he could winꟷhe wouldn't get out of this place alive.
"Come!"
He stretched both his arms as if he's going to hug them. Though he was wounded he was still willing to fight until the end. He was not the type to give up and run away. No, he would rather die than to do that. So, despite his injuries, he charged towards his enemies again.
Everything seems so slow in his eyes. And for some reason—everything seems so clear. He could see the sweat trickling down his enemies face. It feels like something inside him has broken. Is this the feeling when he finally broke through his limiter? It feels so liberating.
All the more reason to kill the remaining enemies.
This fight is proven to be more tough than he thought before. He sustained more injuries. Some are even worse than the other. The fight also took much longer than the one before. But stillꟷhe prevailedꟷhe managed to defeat his enemies. But at the cost of his live.
Now he laid on the ground. Weak—but victorious. A weak smile hung on his face. This is the most satisfying fight he ever had. Though, it's a shame that he will never experience it again. His time are short. In that short amount of time, he started to remembers the thing he had gone through and what he had done.
The hellish training that his Sensei made him go through, the enemies he had fought all this time, and everything in between that had happened.
Slowly, he could feel his visions starting to dim. His time had come. Now he could die in peace.
[Wake up, Mikhail. Your time has not come yet]