''Hmph!'' he raised his head to the sky, staring in a certain direction as he hmphed. ''Trying to run in front of this old master?'' his voice wasn't loud but it still carried a cold and domineering presence that cut through the air, causing the space around Chinatown to tremble slightly.
Raising his left hand towards the sky, he clenched it into a fist, and the atmosphere seemed to respond to his gesture. The onlookers who still couldn't make sense of the man's sudden disappearance and the events that had unfolded were now staring fixedly at Black Five, patiently waiting for the next turn of events, not knowing that whatever was about to happen would be a dark nightmare that will hunt them for life, making them unable to sleep at night.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the sky above New York City, the black-suited leader continued his desperate fleeing as he flew through the sky.
Yes! he was flying! something that defied all logic and the laws of nature. Something that was absolutely unbelievable to happen in this scientific world was actually happening now.
What's even more absurd is that he has already reached the white plains, which is more than 35 miles away from Chinatown, in less than one minute. Is this still human?
Fortunately, the bystanders didn't know about this, otherwise, they would start doubting if they were still on theire same original world.
As he continued flying, He could feel the wind rushing past him while his surroundings blurred as he moved at an incredible speed, leaving Chinatown and everything behind. But even so, he was still propelled by a mixture of fear, panic, and an overwhelming desire to escape as he knew that the other blackguard's strength and abilities weren't much lower than his, on the contrary, some of them were even more powerful than him, especially the unfathomable black Five whose strength and power level were still unknown even among the higher-ups of the family, not to mention for someone like him.
Right then, he suddenly felt his heart pounding, his hair standing on ends as his instinct kicked in, warning him of the approaching danger. ''Not good!'' he muttered under his breath as a sense of foreboding filled him. ''I have to hurry up,'' With a burst of speed, he changed his course, veering away from his current trajectory. He needed to find a safe place to hide until he was out of this desperate situation, all while keeping an eye out for any pursuers who might be closing in on him.
However, just as he did so, the space around him suddenly trembled as a cold voice rang through his ears, ''Running won't save you. You can't escape your fate.'' The voice carried an eerie calmness as he spoke, his words echoing in the air, sending a shiver down his spine.
Simultaneously, The skies above New York City suddenly underwent a startling transformation. The air grew heavy, and the once clear sky was replaced by an ominous hue. A huge hand, seemingly formed from clouds, materialized out of nowhere in front of him. The hand's massive fingers curled inward, as if ready to snatch him from the sky.
''This… how is this possible?!'' The black-suited leader's heart pounded in his chest as he realized the magnitude of the power that was now bearing down on him. Even he, with his current level, felt the pressure of his life in front of this massive hand. Fear and panic surged within him, as he knew that his chances of escaping in the presence of this god-like power in front of him were just a child's dream.
However, even so, he still clung to the sliver of hope that remained and still tried to resist as hard as he could. With a desperate resolve, he took a sword out of nowhere, and, with a swift motion, he swung it through the air, releasing a powerful beam of light that would have been able to split the huge New York City in half if it had been directed at it. Unfortunately, its target was not the mortal city below, but the unfathomable hand made of clouds before him.
As the man's attack colluded with the massive hand, an explosive collision occurred, creating a deafening boom sound that reverberated through the sky, followed by a shockwave that rippled through the very fabric of the sky, shaking the space around them.
However, as the dust settled and the echoes faded, it became painfully evident that his efforts were totally in vain. The massive hand made of clouds remained unscathed, its ethereal form unaffected by the tremendous force unleashed against it. On the other hand, The black-suited leader's attack was absorbed by the hand's massive form, dissipating as it came into contact.
Right then, a voice that seemed to resonate from the very heavens, carrying a chilling finality, sounded in his ears, "Your resistance is futile."
Seeing his attack being absorbed as if it were nothing, accompanied by the chilling voice that sounded in his ears made the black-suited leader's heart sink into a bottomless abyss of despair.
''Hhhhh! It's over, it's all over, everything is over!'' With his most powerful attack proving utterly ineffective against the overwhelming force before him, the man's spirit shattered, and a profound despair settled over him. His defiance turned to resignation, and he stood there, defeated and broken, a mere speck beneath the colossal hand that was closing in on him.
In the blink of an eye, the colossal hand's massive fingers tightly curled around him, encapsulating him within its strong, ethereal grip, before it suddenly dissipated, completely disappearing from the view along with the man's figure, leaving behind an eerie silence in the skies above New York City.
The onlookers in Chinatown, oblivious to the supernatural events taking place above them, continued to watch in confusion and trepidation as Black Five tightened his grip towards the sky, wondering what's he doing.
Not knowing that in the span of that short moment of time, black five might have just done a very simple gesture of raising his hand and tightening his grip, but in those seemingly few seconds, he had already made his move to capture the escaping black-suited leader by unleashing a force that defied all logic and common sense.
…
As his fist tightened, the air around Black Five crackled with energy, and a sense of foreboding filled the air. The wind picked up, swirling around him as if paying homage to his command. The bystanders watched in awe and trepidation, sensing the immense pressure that emanated from him, they felt as if a huge weight was bearing down on them, a pressure that was both tangible and unsettling, as if the world itself was holding its breath in the presence of his power.
Right then, In a swift and precise motion, Black Five made a hand gesture with his raised hand as if casting something to the ground, making the onlookers drawn to his action. However, as they looked over, they were met with a shocking sight, a sight that made their eyes wide open in horror and disbelief.
They saw the black-suited figure who had suddenly disappeared from the scene moments ago had now reappeared in an empty space in front of black five. The man lay there, his right hand missing and his body drenched in his own blood, a gruesome testament to his attempt to fight against the colossal hand's grip.
''Ahhhhhhh! My hand?'' The man's cry of agony pierced through the air, his voice filled with pain and despair as he clutched the wound where his hand once was. His anguished wail echoed through the surroundings, sending chills down the spines of those who bore witness to this gruesome and cruel scene.
The atmosphere was heavy with shock and horror as the bystanders grappled to comprehend what was happening in front of their eyes. some with weak hearts even passed out from the horrific scene before them. However, as if this wasn't enough, the next turn of events was something that made everyone present, be it young or old, women or men, rich or poor… they were all left with mental problems that haunted them for the rest of their lives.
Amidst the turmoil of the scene, Young Master Ron's gaze remained cold and unfazed as he stepped towards the still-unconscious Hu Xian and his parents. the aura of arrogance and authority seemingly unaffected by the cries and wails of the man behind him.
Coming to a halt, he stopped beside Hu Xian's head which was only a few centimeters from his foot. Staring at all his bruised and battered form made The young master's expression turn into that of amusement and disdain as a cold smile played on his lips.
''Hhhhhhh, you dare hit this young master?'' he sneered, his tone dripping with a cold, icy mockery. With a chilling nonchalance, he raised his leg and began to deliver a series of vicious kicks to the unconscious Hu Xian. The blows landed with sickening thuds, each impact a testament to the humiliation he suffered from this man below his feet.
''Hhhhhh, f***ing bastard!'' He laughed sadistically as he cursed Hu Xian with every blow he delivered, making the unconscious man twitch and groan in pain as he slowly began to wake up from his unconscious state. His awakening senses were met with excruciating agony, and his body responded with involuntary twitches and spasms.
''Hoho ! finally Waking up now ?'' Young Master Ron's sadistic laughter continued as he noticed Hu Xian slowly regaining consciousness. The kicks had served their purpose, not only inflicting physical pain but also ensuring that Hu Xian was fully awake in order to bear witness to what was coming next in order to make him feel what real despair was.
Hu Xian's senses gradually sharpened, his blurry vision clearing to reveal the disdainful and sadistic look on the face of Young Master Ron. The pain he felt was excruciating, each ache a reminder of the merciless assault he had endured. ''Aahhhhh!'' he screamed his lungs out from the overwhelming pain he felt all over his body. his voice echoing through the air, mixing with the black-suited leader's painful wails and Young Master Ron's sadistic laughter making the already tense atmosphere grow even more suffocating.
''Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!'' Young Master Ron clicked his tongue mockingly as he heard Hu Xian's agonizing screams. ''You thought you could defy me? You thought you could lay a hand on me, the esteemed
Young Master of the Rothschild family?'' he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt and superiority.
With a cruel smile, Young Master Ron raised his leg again, delivering another brutal kick to Hu Xian's stomach. The impact was like a lightning bolt of pain, causing Hu Xian's body to jerk violently. Each kick sent shockwaves of torment through his body, and he couldn't help but let out more anguished screams.
''Aahhhhhh! Please, stop!'' he begged between gasps and sobs, his voice hoarse from the mixture of pain and desperation. Tears mingled with the blood on his face as he writhed beneath Young Master Ron's relentless assault.
Young Master Ron's laughter only grew louder, the sound echoing like a chilling melody in the midst of the torment. He took a momentary pause, his cold smile widening as he observed Hu Xian's broken form. ''Stop? Why should I stop? Did you think you could escape the consequences of offending this young master? Did you really believe you could challenge me?'' his voice dripped with malicious amusement.
With a cruel chuckle, Young Master Ron raised his foot once more, wanting to continue his onslaught assault. However, he suddenly paused, his wide and malicious smile turning even wider as he shifted his gaze to Hu Xian's parents who were still laying unconscious at the side. ''Hmm! Should we make this more interesting?'' he mused aloud with a sense of anticipation.