I raised my sword, "Yeah, let's dance."
[Zooom!] The assassin disappeared as soon as those words left my mouth. I have no fighting experience, so his sudden disappearance stunned me. But before I knew it, my body moved on its own.
[Clank!] I took a step forward and glanced back. I watched as the assassin's sword struck the ground, missing me by a step. Dang! He aimed for my back.
I turned around.
He continued to press forward, dragging his sword on the ground. He is slow. I can see his movements. His adamantium sword is splitting the road like someone cutting a slab of butter with a hot knife. He swings his sword upward. I took two steps back. His sword missed me by an inch or two.
"Wow! You are really trying to kill me, huh?" I said.
My heart is calm, and the tension I felt the moment he disappeared is no more. I am not afraid of this man swinging his sword at me like an amateur. He should have aimed for my legs to restrict my movements in the last attack. Instead, he tried to slash me with an upper swing.
How do I know? As I have said before. It must be my Weaponmaster ability. I just have this information in my brain. While my body is auto-adapting and moving according to that information.
The assassin landed and jumped a few steps back from me. He grabbed his sword with both hands and raised it up to his ear level. I can see his next move. He will disappear again, but this time he will appear before me, and then he will throw consecutive piercing stabs at a blinding speed.
This is thrilling... hahaha! My blood is boiling...
"Come," I said as I casually held the sword in my left hand and put my right hand behind me, "My left hand is enough to deal with you."
To deal with his annoying movement, I will do what he failed to do... I focused my vision on the ground. His job is to capture me, so he won't kill me. That's why he will need to land within a certain distance from me to deliver those consecutive nonlethal stabs.
But what will happen if I take a step forward? Will he be able to deliver a lethal blow? There is a 50% chance he will hesitate and force himself to either retreat or change his attack trajectory. And a 50% chance he will continue his attack. In the latter case, they must have a high-level healer ability user among these 100 ninjas.
Well, only one way to find out.
[Zooom!] The assassin disappeared. His feet appeared before my eyes. I can say that if I stretch my arm, I should be able to touch him with my sword. If I try to stab him, my sword won't go further than 2 cm into his body.
I took a step forward. But the assassin didn't seem to hesitate. There is no opening. He is about to stab. But he lowered his sword slightly, which is nearly negligible to the naked eye. As he thrust his sword, it happened again. His movement slowed down.
[Slash!] "Amateur," I duck down.
I swing my sword to the left, severing his legs like tofu. Blood splatters on the road. I can see his two severed legs lying on the ground. He stumbles forward. Continuing the momentum, I jammed the sword into his right ear.
"Kuggg!" The assassin stopped.
The tip of the sword came out from his left ear. His eyeballs popped out, and blood gushed out from all the holes in his face. I stood up.
"Fucking bastard spoiled my clothes," I said.
The assassin is lying before my feet, drenched in his blood with his own sword stuck in his head.
One down, around a hundred to go. I pulled the sword out from the assassin's head and picked up his other sword. Blood is trickling down from the white blade.
This is my second kill in a single night. I don't feel bad or anything like that. I feel peaceful. The smell of blood is so enticing, but this fucker's blood is low quality.
But I don't understand Cecil's situation. Something is amiss, no matter how much I think of it.
[Ring!] [Ring!] A call... I stabbed one sword on the road.
I glanced around. None of the ninjas are moving. They are just standing in their position. Bastards must be waiting for me to make a move. Well, let's take the call before killing them.
It's from Fury...
[Took care of your loan sharks. Those bastards were planning to escape through the water route. Anyway, they won't bother anyone again.]
"I guess I owe you one," I said.
[We will talk about that later. By the way, do you know a girl named Cecil?]
"Yeah... I know her. How do you know her?" I inquired as my eyes went toward Cecil standing before my eyes.
[Rescued her from their boat. And she is mumbling your name in sleep. Bastards drugged her.]
I knew it. I freaking knew it. My petite Cecil can't do anything bad. Those bastards must have captured her when she went into the store to buy food. Damn! I was careless.
Speaking of carelessness... Jenny!!! She is at home alone. Shit! She might be in danger. They attacked me. There is no way telling they won't target her too... That bald man... Don't tell me...
"Jenny is..."
[Clang!] My phone shattered before I could finish my words...
"We wasted enough time. Capture him," The fake Cecil said.
Fuck! If I hadn't moved my head, that metal shard would have pierced through my head. I can't waste any more time.
[Papapapapa!] An ice cream truck! It's coming toward us. The ninjas stopped in their tracks. The truck stopped. A familiar face popped out of the truck's roof, "Hey, guess... Who gets a free ice cream?"
It's Harley Quinn. She is holding a mounted mini-machine gun.
Shit! She is gonna do it...
I used Dracul's power to increase my speed and dashed toward my car. This lunatic... Perfect timing... I knew it. She was stalking me.
[Bang!] [Bang!] Harley started to shoot, "Those who eat bullets... bang, bang, bang... Aahahaha! Die, die, die... How dare you hurt my puddin'." She yelled.
I was about to get into my car, but the bullets... Arggg! Damn you, Harley.
That isn't your regular machine gun. It's a custom-made gun that shoots laser bullets. Ordinary weapons or powers won't be able to block them.
"Fuck!" I ducked down. A couple of bullets flew over my head, "Hey, are you trying to kill me?" I yelled. But my voice was lost in the deafening sound of that machine gun.
While I was dodging, a bullet fazed passed through my shoulder without injuring me. This is... Is this her ability? But who cares, I managed to reach outside the bullet's trajectory. Right now, I am standing beside Harley's truck, watching those bastards dropping dead.
The ninjas are dropping dead. Blood splattering everywhere. It's like someone spraying a bug spray on a cluster of mosquitoes.
After a few minutes of a bullet rampage, it finally stopped. The ninjas are lying dead on the road. Some are still alive. But they will soon bleed to death. Fake Cecil is lying on the ground with bullet holes in her face.
It's all thanks to the narrow road they selected to prevent my escape. And Harley, like a pro, took advantage of that. Or maybe, Harley is just being Harley and doing what she does best...
Yeah, probably just my imagination. Harley is just being Harley...
Whatever it is, it saved me time...
"Huh?! Puddin'..." Harley's eyes fell on me. She jumped down on me from the top of the truck.
I caught her in my arms.
"Are you alright?" Harley asked with a large grin and started sniffing me, "*Sniff* *Sniff* You smell like blood and sweat. I am sorry, that bullet must have hit your shoulder. I am sorry, Puddin. I did use my power..."
"As you can see, I am fine. It's not my blood. But I am in a hurry. So..." I put Harley down on the road and dashed toward my car.
Q&Q. In a blink of an eye, my damaged car became as good as new. I got in and started the engine. To my surprise, Harley also got in the car. She is sitting beside me. This is kinda awkward.
"So, where are we going, Puddin'?" Harley asked while examining the car's interior and pressing the buttons of the music player like a curious kid.
"Home," I pressed the gas.
I just hope Jenny is okay.
Who are they? What do they want from me?
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