In the other sections of the skyscraper, it was no less peaceful. Screams could be heard, followed by crowds of people running. Kwan stood right in the middle of it, walking through the crowd, to look at the danger ahead.
There was nothing. It was quiet... too quiet.
After the crowds had disappeared, Kwan noticed the chuckles of a few men that began surrounding him. The men were armed, each one had a distinct blade, and it was clear that their intentions weren't to talk things out. They all wore similar clothing but their most distinguishable feature were their masks that they wore.
Kwan could feel that these people were no joke, they were strong.
"Did I miss a dress-up party?" Kwan joked.
"Cut the act, you know who we are."
"Of course I do, but I am quite disappointed you were sent and not your leader,"
They all laughed deviously to Kwan's statement.
"Don't worry, the boss has something better to do, besides we are more than enough of a match for you," He smirked. "6 on 1, I think I like our odds,"
"Well, I should probably record this for Myeong, he could probably learn something from this, wait a second."
As Kwan fidgeted in his pocket trying to get a drone out, one of the masked men leaped towards Kwan with his sword in an experienced stance.
However, he suddenly stopped at a halt as he experienced the dominating presence of Kwan, the fear felt was enough for all of them to drop to their knees.
"That was very rude of you, now you've made me mad..."
Kwan's eye flashed red for a second and he immediately brought the drone out and swiftly grasped his long wooden staff.
[Kwan has activated the Skill : Hell's Blaze]
A tsunami of flames filled the room, causing the front 4 masked men to fall face first to the ground. With the single skill, Kwan was able to knock many of the men unconscious effortlessly, he walked towards the first masked man he saw, unaffected by the blood and the bodies. Kwan lifted his shoe and stamped it on the man's head, rubbing it in.
"Will you be willing to tell me where your leader is?"
"As if!"
Kwan snapped his fingers and 1 by 1, starting from the back, the men began to scream before turning into nothing but smoke.
"Sorry, I think I misphrased that. Now that you truly realise the situation your in, tell me where your leader is..."
***
The fight with Agma was no where clear. Myeong's eyes widened to his new-found strength, he was shocked to say the least, but the major difference from earlier was that he now had confidence. He had hope. He felt like he had a chance.
"Don't get overconfident kid!"
His bubble of wind had dissipated within the few seconds it had appeared. Agma used his waves to once again sweep Myeong off of his feet. This time, he controlled the tide to pull Myeong to him.
"Little brat, I don't mind playing with u a little before you die. Don't be afraid to let out some screams!"
Myeong was held in place by a strong current that pushed him in multiple directions. Every few seconds Agma summoned a huge whirlwind to form on top of Myeong causing him to scream in pain.
Agma laughed hysterically.
Silence.
*SFX: Water brushing a shore.*
Silence.
Myeong's previous screams of agony were no more. He showed a cold expression but no signs of pain nor emotion. He wasn't even opening his mouth no more..
Agma sighed disappointingly,
"No fun, well you were fun to begin with but I think our time has ended."
Agma lifted his hammer and attempted to strike Myeong.
[Agma has used skill: Final Withering]
It was the end....
Or so, Agma thought, Myeong's eyes changed. His usual blue ocean eyes, glinted purple in the darkness. Myeong foresaw the attack, and perfectly dodged Agma's move and landed a clean blow on Agma's chest. It was a rather effective blow, that caused Agma to lose his footing, as Agma was forced to take a knee. However, before Myeong had the chance to strike again, Agma leaped back to lean on the wall.
"Still haven't given up eh?" Myeong said, mimicking Agma, he smirked unaturally.
Agma coughed up blood.
"How..?"
As Agma turned to his left to cough out more blood, Myeong teleported to his right and landed a roundhouse kick on his head.
Agma flew through the air to the other end of the arena, his body ached with pain as he struggled to grasp the situation he was in.
"I am Agma the leader of the 8th strongest mafia clan... I can't lose to a kid." Agma thought to himself. However, he was beginning to drown in his own worry as something about the atmosphere changed, something felt off about the kid.
Myeong stared blankly at Agma, his hair covered his eyes and he cleared his mind. Adrenaline pumped in his veins, and his movement almost doubled in speed. His thirst seemed insatiable and he had a thirst for only one thing, for Agma to suffer..
[Myeong has equipped blue broadsword]
Myeong picked up the sword he had dropped, his movements were erratic and volatile, but in some way that was what made it seem so good, he fought like an experienced swordsman, his hands gripped tightly at his blade, he felt one with the sword, despite almost never using one. His momentum could only be phrased as supernatural.
Agma pushed the limit of his strength, he was not adamant on accepting defeat, his mind was only filled with malicious thoughts.
Agma smashed his hammer into the ground with much more force than earlier causing even more cracks to the reinforced ground.
[Agma has activated the Skill: Ultimate Tsunami]
The earlier waves could not even compare to the tsunami that was heading towards Myeong at speed of light. However, Myeong held no fear but instead smiled at the face of adversity. He instinctively raised his right hand to the wave.
[Myeong has activated the Skill: Divide]
Although Myeong had no knowledge of gaining the skill, it felt almost second-nature to use it. As if he was compelled to use it.
As Myeong held his hand the tsunami separated as soon as it had reached Myeong the wind almost acted as an umbrella as the water was either swept past him from above or gently passed him through the floor.
"This can't be! Impossible!!"
Myeong smirked and boosted the intensity of his skill causing a huge gap in the tsunami, which was wide enough to walk through. Eventually, Myeong gripped both hands onto his blade and grasped more tightly to his blade as he walked closer and closer to Agma through the gap he had made.
"How about I toy with you for a little?" Myeong said snarkily.
Myeong raised his left hand and an insurmountable amount of wind compressed Agma to the ground, causing him to scream in pain.
After a few moments, Myeong raised Agma into the sky, he used his wind magic to make the sword float, as Agma fell from the height, he landed back straight onto the blade that pushed through him.
[The Blue Broadsword has fire properties]
[Opponent has been inflicted with fire damage]
Agma lit on fire.
"If you act like the devil, you can burn like him."
Agma smiled and slowly perished away into small pieces of dust.
Myeong left the room.