Alexander felt someone with a strong presence appear behind him. If you believe what he read, the man's aura was at E+ level.
He poured more strength into his legs and sped up, but with that came increased fatigue.
Despite the slight improvement due to the milfhunter points, Alexander could not match the practitioners although his strength was close to F- level.
But the catch was one thing. Namely: "close," not "matches."
Alexander turned the corner and ran through the streets, ignoring the surprised stares. The practitioner followed on his heels.
Judging by his actions, the terrorist was in no hurry to kill Alexander. Most likely, he was afraid of murdering in a crowded place, as it would attract the attention of the local guards.
Meanwhile, Alexander felt his body grow weaker. Severe fatigue ran through his leg muscles, causing him to nearly fall over.
And suddenly...
Ding!
[Assignment received!]
[Assignment type: Defense]
[You and your woman are in danger. Kill the enemy!]
[Reward: 350 Milfhunter Points]
Alexander gritted his teeth and turned around. He jumped up and, using the adjacent walls as a support, landed behind the bomber.
He didn't react immediately, so Alexander had time to hide Victoria and get ready.
He had no sword or other weapon in his hands, as only practitioners have them. He did, however, have fists.
"Finally, you've stopped, rat." The terrorist smirked and slowly turned away.
He wore a black mask and a hood, most likely magical since the man's face was hard to tell.
Alexander did not respond and only pondered his way out of the situation.
If Victoria hadn't been with him, he would have run away a long time ago, but right now the situation was critical.
His punches clearly wouldn't hurt the terrorist, who was on E+ level. That's the main difference between an ordinary person and a practitioner.
The former have weak bodies and a short lifespan. They die easily and are of almost no military value.
At the same time, practitioners are almost the main characters of the Supernatural world.
The current ruler of the Supernatural World has established the absolute rule that supernatural beings are in no way restricted by laws.
The exceptions are the Mortal Worlds or spaces above the P-5 level. Such spaces are reserved either for civilians or production.
But some practitioners are called "dark practitioners. They commit crimes and kill people.
Though the guards punish them, such dark practitioners are often used as laborers.
And this terrorist is one of them.
Before Alexander could react, he was thrown against the wall and punched a hole in it, falling onto his back.
The searing pain almost drove him insane, but through sheer force of will, Alexander somehow managed to endure it.
The terrorist slowly approached him, smirking a wicked smile.
"I'd still be messing with you, but I'd like to try out that woman." The terrorist scattered abominably and licked his lips lustfully.
Snap.
Something inside Alexander clicked as an intense rage took over his mind. His body glowed with a purple light that was almost invisible.
The terrorist sensed something amiss as the atmosphere in the air turned cold. He shuddered, and goosebumps ran down his body.
The purple light gathered in his eyes, giving his gray eyes a violet hue.
Alexander concentrated and saw the world turn black and white. He squinted his eyes, looking at the terrorist.
He (the terrorist) had white strands that were intertwined with each other. And there was a white thread near his heart that looked very thin.
Alexander stood up and tensed his whole body. His muscles responded with more strength, allowing him to equal the strength of a normal E-level practitioner.
The terrorist finally realized what was going on and became more alert. He found a moment when Alexander was distracted and immediately attacked him.
Boom!
Alexander crossed his arms in time to block the blow with his fist. He felt his bones crack slightly, causing intense pain.
However, as if under hypnosis, Alexander paid no attention to the pain and threw back the terrorist's fist, blocking another lunge to the stomach.
This went on for some time. The terrorist attacked, and Alexander blocked the blows.
Alexander was at a disadvantage as he was thrown backward.
Despite the added strength, Alexander had no experience. He was somehow blocking lunges.
Of course, he couldn't block everything. That's why some of the blows hit him, causing minor injuries.
But it wasn't that he was at a complete disadvantage. Alexander was getting better and better at the art of combat by the second.
"Damn, why is he so suddenly stronger?" The terrorist gritted his teeth in frustration when his blows could only inflict minor injuries.
Before running after Alexander, he did not take his magical weapon because he thought it alone was enough to kill an ordinary man.
In the meantime, Alexander took advantage of his opponent's fallen morale and struck at his weak spot.
"Gh-!"
The terrorist exhaled sharply as the air disappeared from his lungs. What followed, however, was intense pain.
Thanks to his altered eyes, Alexander saw the thin thread torn.
It (the thread) split in two and the ends darkened and soon the threads turned black.
The terrorist vomited blood and froze as blood trickled from his mouth.
What Alexander destroyed was a human's magical flow. Humans have it more simply, so it's easy to damage it if you know where to hit it.
Though it wouldn't kill him, the practitioner would lose his development and become disabled.
Alexander gritted his teeth and stabbed his hand through the terrorist's stomach, ripping out his heart.
Despite the damage to his fingers and the intense pain, Alexander only smiled broadly and crushed the terrorist's heart.
Ding!
[Assignment accomplished! Rewards have been sent out!]
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20 power stones - 1 additional chapter.
40 power stones - 2 additional chapters.
60 power stones - 3 additional chapters.
At the end of the week, if we get that many chapters, the promised number of chapters will be released on the same day.
Good luck to you all.