Among this group of seven was one that Nero was familiar with. Not that Nero had seen his face but his aura was familiar, and he had a grave injury on his left hand; it was ripped off! This was the same person that hurried away with Nero's five petal blazing flower.
Seeing Nero in front of him, this man didn't know why but he had a dreadful feeling towards Nero. One had to know that this man had personally witnessed when Nero killed his partners at the lightning Jaguar's lair. And now, Nero had killed his way through their base; it won't be surprising if Nero came here to settle his grudge.
The value of a five petal blazing flower can only be imagined. It ranked high among many treasured plants, especially because of its healing efficacy. If it were him who was robbed of this lucky encounter, he too wouldn't hesitate to hunt down whoever dared to do such.
All six martial artists drew their weapons and took their combat stances except him. He unconsciously hid behind the strongest of them… Bolivar.
Seeing his cowardly behavior, Bolivar shot him a disdainful glance and turned to Nero, "You have done well for yourself for surviving this long, but your luck ends here."
"Only fools mistake raw strength for luck. I don't like to squabble with children who barely began to walk. I came here for a reason and he knows why." Nero said and pointed towards the man whose arm he ripped off.
He continued, " If you give back what is mine, then I'll naturally leave. But if you don't…" Saying up to here, Nero shot everyone a dreadful glance seeming like it could pierce through their hearts.
Bolivar snorted, "Throwing out empty threats will be of no help to you. Surrender now and we'll take you-."
Before Bolivar could finish his sentence, Nero snappily retorted, "I don't have time to waste. Are you giving it back or not!?"
At this point, Nero had lost all the patience he had. His green eyes glared furiously at the group of seven in front of him especially the man who took his flower.
Everyone had their weapons drawn and was ready to fight at any moment. Nero only had his fists as his weapon but they were more than enough to make him waltz into their base and create a killing atmosphere.
No words were exchanged for some time, but everyone had one thought in their mind… which was to kill the one in front of them. Although Bolivar was asked not to kill Nero, standing in front of him made him feel a certain way. He wouldn't want to show it but it was a feeling that slowly crept up his spine causing him to sweat unconsciously. His sword hand slightly trembled but he quickly restrained it.
What was this feeling? He asked himself. What could it be? Bolivar looked behind him and saw the ugly state of his partner. This was the man who had taken Nero's flower. His body was soaked with his sweat and more continued to appear.
Fear!?
Impossible!
How could he be afraid when the other hadn't made any moves yet. The only thing Nero had done so far was glare at them. Looking back at Nero, Bolivar sensed something unimaginable. He stood in awe as he saw the phantom of what looked to be an ancient war god with green fiendish eyes that looked down at the world with disdain. Bolivar looked around and saw that every other person was in this same state.
Who is this person!?
Nero only stood motionlessly at his spot but his aura was mentally affecting his opponents.
"Hehehe." Nero sneered.
Hearing Nero's mocking laughter, Bolivar bit down on his tongue waking himself up from his trance, and rushed straight at Nero thrusting his sword at his throat. Nero didn't bother to dodge and stood there to welcome the attack. When the sword was a few inches away from his throat, Nero grabbed it with his left hand while simultaneously striking a palm with his right hand towards Bolivar's abdomen.
Bang!
Bolivar was thrown back like a rag doll while spraying out a mouthful of blood. Nero waved the sword in his hand, his look of disdain wasn't hidden.
"I guess I shouldn't expect much from you." He said
Now, the rest of the six were fully awake. Witnessing the previous fight, they were shocked beyond their imagination. Bolivar was said to be the strongest among them, and now, he was beaten without having a chance to attack. He crashed into a wall and no one knows if he's dead or alive.
The rest of the six stared at Nero in disbelief, how could they possibly defeat such a person? Among the six was a brawny man who wielded an axe. He galvanized his Qi and launched an all-out attack. He raised his axe and slammed down at Nero.
Bang!
The attack just now caused a ruckus and raised a dust cloud. Cracks formed where Nero stood but no one could see the outcome because of the dust. However, when the dust was lifted, a shocking sight was revealed. Nero firmly held unto the shaft of the axe while the brawny man had a sword stabbed through him, jutting out from the other side.
In that split second, Nero had stabbed him with the sword he got from Bolivar while firmly gripping the axe. The raw strength exhibited by this man caused Nero's leg to sink into the ground hence the cracks. The brawny man had blood trickling down the corners of his lips. He already thought that this would be the result, but he didn't think that Nero would be unscathed.
Nero held the axe shaft with one hand and held the sword with the other. He looked at the cracks that appeared on the ground where he stood and sighed Inwardly.