Suddenly, everything became silence. Of course, with Ethan's surging aura came a tension that filled the air. Everyone were now being skeptical.
Although the bald guy soon laughed it off.
"Why the whole tension, it's just a shrimp! What trick was that kid?!" He asked turned his gaze to Ethan who was out of it.
Neon lights flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows on the worn-out carpet and battered furniture.
The bald man confidently walked closer to Ethan and...
With a thunderous roar, Ethan charged forward, propelled across the room by a powerful burst of the wind, all in the blink of an eye, before any of them could react.
He slammed into the bald man, sending him hurtling through the air like a ragdoll. The man crashed into the karaoke machine, sparks flying as it shattered into a shower of plastic and metal.
"What?!!"
Shocked and surprised, another one charged at Ethan with a pool cue, swinging it like a baseball bat.
But Ethan caught the cue mid-swing with a single hand, the wood creaking under his grip. He yanked it from the man's grasp and sent him sprawling with a gentle shove.
Another tried to strike from behind, but Ethan's senses warned him ahead, his five senses were now sharpened along with his strength.
He spun around, his eyes locked onto the assailant's panicked face. With a swift, yet controlled motion, he lifted the man effortlessly off the ground, holding him in the air like an effigy.
The room fell silent for a moment, the chaos frozen in time as the rest of them were now realizing that no matter how hard they tried, it was going to be futile. The two strongest guys in the room had been effortlessly dealt with by this frail looking boy.
Halaand frowned as Ethan turned his blank face to him. He suddenly began to trembled as their faces met.
'He's coming for me... he's coming for me.'
He tried to run but Ethan was faster, before he could take his third step Ethan had swept across like the wind and reached him.
And before the guy could react his hand went into his back and came out from the front, blood splattering around like a shower of money.
Everyone glared at this bloody scene and really began to panic.
The room erupted into chaos. Tables and chairs were sent flying, bottles shattered, and the once-muted karaoke tunes turned into a cacophony of panicked screams.
Ethan moved with astonishing speed, each step was to the end that lives were lost.
After the whole trembling the noise finally stopped.
Creak.
The door slowly opened and the bucket hat man entered after losing his way more than twice while tracing where Ethan had gone to.
"Shit..." His voice trembled as he saw the scene that has been caused.
The pool of blood slowly washed towards his feet, amidst thus gruesome scene was Ethan laying unconscious. The man frowned.
'Even if it is an awakening... to be able to do something like this...'
He stepped forward and picked Ethan from the pool of blood, dropping him on his shoulder with the single hand he had.
He walked out of the club like nothing was wrong and sprang into the air before anyone could catch a glimpse of him.
This was how this clubhouse became a haunted house and was often used for scary stories that says, the demon of blood came to destroy those people that were wasting time
fornicating.
This story helped keep the town in a state of purity, and no other clubhouse ever existed in this part of the city.
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"That darn woman"
The leader of the assassin group gritted his teeth, he has taken off his mask and his grim face and black eyes were glaring angrily at the corpse of his comrades.
Especially his friend.
After being assigned with horrors, and two more skilled B class elites. He had thought this mission was bound to be a success.
He knew his enemy was an A class awakened. It was easy for an A class awakened to overpower two B class awakened but it was a wild dream with the B class awakened are increased to four.
One A class awakened against four B class awakened, then six horrors that were supposed to have worn her down before they started.
This was meant to be a sure victory through and through. He thought his idea was perfect. No, it actually was perfect.
'If not for that damned woman.. '
It pissed him more to think that she was able to deal with all of them without having to use her magic power. She dealt with all of them by pure strength and with the help of the glove.
The one time she managed to use her magic power, he was left seriously injured and one arm lost. His eyes slowly beared down to his bandaged arm, the lower arm was gone, torn of by the force of the explosion she released.
The explosion was meant to kill both of them, but somehow he managed to escape in time. Unable to act anymore he had to retreat and clean up as fast as he could.
"Boss... what are we going to do now."
The only surviving member of this operation apart from him asked. The guy had a burn scar over his right hand, it was no surprise considering that he could manipulate flames.
He must have mishandled his ability while he was young and a lesson was left on his face to remind him daily of how dangerous his magic power is.
That was the story the scar on his face told.
"First we will bury our comrades... then we will report this to the boss."
"Is reporting it to the boss really a good idea?" He asked, worried about what might befall them should it be known that they had failed despite having so much at their disposal.
"It isn't but we don't have a choice. The boy is left without a protector now. We can always go back and get him. But if the boss finds out about this incident from somewhere else. He'll ruin our lives. So we must report it...however, we will tweak the report."
"Tweak the report?"
"The boy... we killed him." He said glaring into the eyes of his subordinate.
With a profound understanding of what those eyes meant, he nodded and repeated.
"We killed him."