Zico launched himself at Mark at an incredible speed. His first punch flew from Zico's fist, aimed squarely at Marks face. Mark dodged just in time, but Zico followed up with another punch which landed on Marks square shoulder, it sent mark stumbling back. Mark gritted his teeth and charged forward, his fists a combination of speed and precision. Zico blocked Marks punches like they were nothing. After blocking Marks punches vhe saw an opening, he countered with a powerful uppercut, lifting Mark off the ground. Mark crashed to the ground, but he wasn't ready to give in. He got back on his feet.
Zico stared at Mark and said:
"You've already lost, stay down I don't want to embarrass you"
"The problem is you people get cocky too quickly" Mark stated.
"Am not cocky, am confident" Zico muttered under his breath.
Mark and Zico hurtled towards each other , their fists meeting in a shower of blood and sweat. As Zico was sweating mark was bleeding. Zico kicked Mark and Mark stumbled back, his face a mess of bruises scratches and cuts. Mark got up again and looked at Zico who only had a fewer cuts and bruises than Mark.
"You're still not going to give up?" Zico asked.
"Who the hell gives up a fight they're going to win" Mark spoke.
"I see" Zico said then unleashed a devastating combination of punches and kicks, each punch and kick landed on its target with precision and power. Mark wasn't able to dodge anything this time, his legs buckling, but he didn't fall. He stood up straight again, his arms raised in a futile attempt to defend himself but Zico's punches and kicks kept on landing on him. Finally, Zico's onslaught ended, leaving Mark to fall on the ground, he was beaten to a pummeled badly, now he lay on the ground not able to stand. Mark eyes kept staring at the person who just beat the hell out of him.
Zico sneered, and turned around and began to walk away.
"You've earned my respect, but that's pointless if it means you're going to die here don't you think?" Zico said as he got further and further away from Mark.
'shit, his right I will die because I can't use false bonding to repel the blade shower' Mark thought then closed his eyes.
'only a few meters and am dead' he thought.
[ Oregona Academy, School meeting room ]
"Boss, you just agreed to protect people who are involved in the clan war. For gods sake Mark is the reason why all this is going on" one of few men in the room spoke.
"You expect me to let the son of god slayer die? His father saved clans and even died in the worst possible way" The principal said.
"I also think you're right boss, but saving Mark will be your worst mistake. That kid doesn't even hide it, he has zero attachments to this continent, he will kill everyone who was present on his dad's execution" another teacher spoke with a fearful voice.
"Don't forget it was also his mom's execution" the principal added on.
"We didn't ask God slayer to save us" another teacher in the meeting said.
The principal stood up in anger and gestured for everyone to leave, the teachers left afraid of the principals wreath.
"All I can do right now is protect your son right now, hope it will make you happy _" he kept quiet then a memory of someone appeared in his mind. He was staring at someone pierced by a sword on his chest but only his legs touched the ground, the upper body was up and was bleeding. It was the last time he saw him. "Master" he finished. After that he sat back down on his chair.
The ground one sipped from his tea, lefted his queen and checkmated the man he was playing with.
"You've lost again, call someone better than you" the grand one ordered.
"Sorry sir, I wasn't here to play the match, you asked me and I couldn't refuse" the man
Stated calmly.
"Then why did you come, Bad news? Good news?" The grand one asked as he played around by dropping the standing pieces on the chess board with the bishop piece.
"Sir it depends on how you take the news" he humbly answered.
"Talk, don't keep me waiting" the grand one continued dropping the chess pieces one after another.
"The person you're trying to kill during this war, the person who killed your grandson has been sent to the sword..." The man's head was cut off, after a few minutes of blood flowing as he was on his knees he fell to the ground.
The grand one was holding the bishop piece, it had blood on it.
"You even have the guts to say that!" He got out of the room and headed into the sitting room.
Immediately he stepped into the room four men appeared infront of him, they bowed there heads to him.
"Do everything that must be done to enter the sword grounds, all level 2 and three fencers. They should kill Mark!" The grand one screamed.
"Order taken sir" the men disappeared only one of them was left.
"And you, go to the academy and kill the idiot who decided to include Mark on the list of students to head to the sword domain, don't come back if you can't finish your job" the grand one said then disappeared.
"sir" the man answered, orange aura began to flow around his body. He had a smile on his face when he disappeared.
'only a few meters and am dead' he thought as he looked at the Zico walk away. Mark winced in agony. He gritted his teeth in anger.
"Shit only about three meters of him walking then am dead" Mark tried to get up but all he could manage was move his hands and legs just a little.
'his gone' mark looked above as the multiple swords began descending from above like a deadly hail. Mark closed his eyes.