"Do you have any idea how much it took for me to get to this world?" Bradley's expression was twisted and he kicked at Alvian who was struggling to stand up on his feet, his kick sent him rolling a few meters away towards the main street.
"I finally had the chace to come to a tutorial world. But you motherfucker almost destroyed everything!" The words came out through Bradley's gritted teeth and he immediately kicked at Alvian once more.
Bang!
Alvian rolled on the asphalt, blood spilled out from his mouth and his two gunshot wounds as his body rolled on the ground.
A couple of his ribs had been broken due to Bradley's forceful kicking and his wounds bleed profusely on the ground. If this continues, he would die of blood loss before Bradley had his chance to end him.
"The Overworld is a cruel place to stay. If you want to live longer, you must become strong, strong enough to crush everything in your way. This world was my chance to get stronger but who would have thought I would have almost died at the hands of a rookie traveler. How laughable." With that, he sent a massive punch towards Alvian's face, slamming it back against the ground without warning.
"Do you know that killing those zombies out there could provide massive amounts of units, evolution points and if you are lucky, mutation points! With those points, I could enhance my self even further and maybe even have enough points to reach the fifth level of body modification. But you, you almost killed me, almost destroying all of the hard work I've put in order to acquire information on this world and to finally get here." Bradley snared like a vicious wild wolf venting out his anger. And he immediately stomped down at Alvian's face.
Suddenly, a dangerous light flashed from within Alvian's eyes and like a ferocious tiger, he moved. He stomped his feet against the ground, spinning his body about, letting Bradley's foot that was about to stomp viciously on his face strike at the ground between his legs, bringing fourth dust.
In that moment, Alvian snapped his legs close, trapping Bradley's right leg between them and then twisted his body sharply sideways.
Bradley was caught off guard by this unexpected retaliation. He wasn't able to react quickly and he fell down on his knees.
Alvian's movements were as sleek and silent as a snake. His waist bounced against the ground, using it as leverage, his entire body rose up as though he wasn't injured in the first place and he was behind Bradley in the blink of an eye. His left arm wrapped against Bradley's mouth while his other arm flashed past Bradley's neck.
"I think I've gotten enough information." Alvian muttered, ignoring the fresh warm liquid spilling over his arm with a ppft sound.
Bradley's eyes were wide open. And his pupils were filled with all sort of emotion. But the most prominent one was disbelief, confusion and fear. Just a second ago, wasn't he the one with the upper hand? Wasn't he kicking Alvian around the street like garbage? What just happened?
Even in death, he couldn't fathom what had happened. He tried speaking but that action only caused blood to gush out even faster from his throat and mouth as he gurgled.
The light in his eyes dimmed as life faded from his body. With a thud, he slumped on the cold hard ground, dead.
Alvian's complexion was pale as sweat dropped out from his forehead. But his expression was completely indifferent to the pain he was currently feeling.
His entire body was dyed in blood, leaving a trail from his bloody shoulder to his white shirt. The bullet wound in his stomach and shoulder he had seared with the hot pressing iron had torn back open during his fight with Bradley.
He could also feel his broken ribs poking at his internal organs as he layed on the floor and panted heavily on the ground.
A chiming sound rang out from his pockets, but Alvian wasn't yet in the mood to check it as of yet. He glanced around him with the corner of his eyes and caught sight of the Barrette Pistol in Bradley's hands. It was the one that had glowed softly before that astonishing forcefield had been activated.
Alvian picked the pistol up but then, he saw Bradley's wristwatch also letting out a soft glow too. Alvian ignored his pain and collected the watch to his pocket.
Suddenly, Alvian abruptly paused his steps and gazed at his surroundings, it was quiet, way too quiet for him. He couldn't spot a single sign of zombie in the area.
He had noticed this fact the instant he smashed into the store in the neighbourhood with the car. There hadn't been a single zombie in sight back then but he had been distracted by Bradley and the tactical team to focus on this problem.
And with the sounds of battle and gun shot noises, the zombies should have swarmed this place already but the neighbourhood was completely silent as though not a single living being was present in there. This should be impossible since the zombies were supposed to be everywhere. It was an apocalypse after all. But then, it was as though the zombies didn't dare to step into the neighbourhood as though scared of something.
This instantly made Alvian vigilant. He squinted his eyes but ultimately rose to his feet with a bit of struggle and then entered a random house in the neighbourhood. His gunshot wounds weren't looking too good and from the looks of it, it was getting infected already. He needed to tend to them before he bled out.
Half an hour passed so quickly in the blink of an eye. Cold sweat dropped out from his forehead as he dropped the small needle and thread to the table while spitting out the cloth he had in his mouth. It was a simple and effective way to keep himself from groaning loudly.
Muddled yellow lightning shone from the opened window but only the sound of the wind blowing vaguely ran through the air. If there was another person present in the neighbourhood, they wood have been scared to death. But the person here was Alvian. His face was as expressionless as it always as being. The only time his expression changes was when he was fighting, or with Evyanna.