'Heh!" As I gaze upon my humble assistants, I can't help but smile cheekily. These poor souls haven't the faintest indication of the secret art I deployed to curative.
But… You know what, this sublime technique cannot be simply picked up like a stray pebble on the road.
Nah it is not like this…
It demands one's undivided ministration, therapy, an innate flair, and toil most arduous.
It recommended a perfect match for energy, a kindred spirit, who becomes the master of this spirit essence, not a mere lackey bitch doomed to polish its boots with their tongue.
Thus, I'm admiring a rare skill or talent that I have, where I had put my true dedication, ability, and finding the right guidelines and partner, Harriet, to unlock this alchemist – not something my assistants could easily learn or earn by themselves…
Okay, I'm not an arrogant pig... Probably, I will teach young Zeno these nifty techniques.
That way, I wouldn't have to play nursemaid to every damsel in distress, legalize me to live a hassle-free existence until I mount to godhood, And the organization's growth chart up without my presence.
"It's going to be a win-win situation for me." I muttered to myself, my gaze icy as I peered into the hole in the ceiling.
"Time to eliminate some scoundrels." With a swift leap, I sprang into action, leaving no possibility for flight.
As I moved, I'm sure he couldn't flee within twenty-seven seconds, As this span passed away after my assault. Why was I counting? I don't know but every moment is calculated by me.
***
"That insolent woman... She is not even at the pinnacle of fusion realms, and yet..." Ethan, having been struck by Iris, stood perplexed as he stroked his chin in agony, glaring at a hole in front of him.
He harbored doubts that Iris's true realms oriented with his own.
Because the raw power she showed, seemed an insurmountable feat to wangle within one's vessel like her. "Perhaps, She internationally hides her true realms."
"Ah... Behold, A small dick particle of mitochondria, ignoble progeny make their ways to us with their presence..." Henry addressed him derisively from behind as Ethan turned to face him.
"...Is that you, Henry?" Ethan interrogated with provocation. Unlike Iris, none could so readily disguise their timbre, and he immediately deduced the identity of the familiar voice.
"...Indeed, your thirteenth daddy is present, you contemptible wretch!" Henry responded, Not annoyed but rather ecstatic; He could at last exact retribution for the betrayal.
"I had presumed we were best friends, and yet you drove the dagger into my back without compunction… I prophesied our meetup in hell..." With those words, Henry launched himself on him, aiming to sever his opponent's neck with one deft slash.
—Clank!
A katana halted his blade as Ethan landed a forceful kick to Henry's stomach, attending it with a square punch to his face.
"Arghhhh!" Henry slipped backward, regaining on his footing.
—Shhhhh!
As a wind passed the Area, Few members of the Eclipse Shadows girdle Ethan. He sneered. "What a cowardly act! undertake to overpower a single man with such numbers-"
—Bang!
But before he could complete his sentence, an assailant captured him aggressively by the back of the head and pillory him brutally into the ground.
"I'm the one you'll be dancing with...take some notes, boys." Iris whispered huskily, her face invading Ethan's personal space bubble.
Ethan was dealing with a serious case of tooth cessation because his pearly whites decided to accept the nomadic lifestyle, leaving gaping holes in his mouth.
Meanwhile, his lips opted for an extreme makeover, ripping themselves off in a daring display of cosmetic bravery.
To top it off, a gruesome spider web tattoo formed itself beneath Ethan's throbbing skull, courtesy of Iris's gentle caress.
"Rahhhhh!" Ethan roared in exasperation after Iris freed him. Like a crazed beast, he charged at her, slashing wildly with his sword, emptiness of any technique. After all, his pride was at stake.
Iris nonchalantly ducked the initial swing. As the blade arced towards her head from the sky, she sidestepped while yawning in the moonwalk.
When Ethan escort up with a crescent oscillate, Iris caught the incoming blitz, trapping the sword between her thumb and index finger with contemptuous ease.
"Haa..." She scoffed in disgust. "What a pitiful failure."
"Relinquish your grip on my blade, you slut!" Ethan snarled, venturing to free his sword from her hand or either cut it. However, Iris's grasp stayed vice-like, invincible.
"It is my turn!" With a forceful tug, she pulled him towards her, simultaneously swat her open palm into his abdomen.
—Grouuuugh!
The blow landed with tremendous power, a shockwave resonating through his body, And Ethan ended up coughing blood and his body was in the air.
"You are nothing but a worm to me!" Releasing him from her clutches, Iris executed a masterful spinning kick, her boot connecting squarely with Ethan's jaw in one fluid, 360-degree arc of motion.
—Smack!
Flecks of spittle were expelled as Ethan staggered backwards, reeling from the potent bump of Iris's swat. His eyes were bloodshot, constrict, in a visceral glare of hatred directed towards her.
Zeno issued orders for the others to disperse and support their comrades elsewhere, while she was there to monitor the drama with Henry.
"H-How?" Ethan's voice trembled with scarcely contained fury. "H-How is your power equivalent to mine or much better even though you are a lower realms cultivator?"
"A dead man need not become a VIP person to such erudition." A wicked, satisfied smile played across Iris's lips as she basked in his visible anguish.
"Y-You! I will kill you even if it mean to kill myself, Whore!" Ethan spluttered, his psyche teetering on the precipice. He brandished a box replete with lurid green capsules.
The environment thickened with apprehension as Ethan's eyes transmuted into a smoldering crimson after ravenously gobble handfuls of those pills.
An encroaching black haze began to generate from body, color his surroundings. His skin underwent a visceral transformation, taking on an ebonic hue akin to a moonless night.
Two additional hands tore forth from beneath his original limbs in an unsettling display of aberrant biology.
A demonic tail wagging behind him, thrashing with a serpentine menace. Razor-sharp fangs and talons enlarge from his mutating face, replacing his human dentition and nails…
—Booom!