Zico closed the distance between them in an instant, standing mere inches away from Mark. His eyes blazed with fury as he snarled, "Die!" With a swift and deadly motion, he lunged at Mark, his daggers flashing in the light as he aimed a precise and lethal strike at Mark.
Mark and Zico clashed in at an incredible speed there movement barely visible, their blows exchanging in a continuous flow. Zico lunged with his daggers, but Mark blocked with his hands, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through the air. Without hesitation, Mark countered with a punch, his fist flying towards Zico's face.
Zico, still holding his daggers, tried to defend, but Mark's blow was too fast, too strong. The punch connected with a loud crack, sending Zico stumbling back. Mark pursued, his movements relentless, and punched again, his fist aimed at Zico's chest.
Zico dodged, his body weaved to the side, and counterattacked with a swift slash of his dagger. Mark blocked with his hand, the blade biting deep into his palm, but he didn't flinch. With a swift motion, he pulled out the dagger and punched Zico again, his fist flying at his face.
Zico stumbled back because of the punch, his eyes wide with shock, but he refused to yield. He charged forward, his daggers flashing in the light, and Mark met him head on. The two fighters clashed, their blows exchanging in a blur of movement.
They battled on, going through to the level for, their movements a continuous flow of punches, kicks, and slashes.
"Diabolical fangs!" Zico snarled, swinging his daggers at Mark with precision. But just as the blades were about to strike, massive fangs materialized out of thin air, snapping shut mere inches from Mark's face. Zico's eyes widened in shock as Mark jumped back a meter, his quick movements.
Mark swiftly flipped forward, his leg extended in a powerful kick that struck Zico with incredible force. The impact sent Zico flying backward, his body crashing through the walls of a nearby house, completely destroying it.
"Phew, get up," Mark said with a grin, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Zico slowly rose from the rubble, his face twisted in rage as he dusted himself off.
"I'm going to kill you," Zico snarled, his anger boiling over. Mark had been toying with him since his return from death, and the humiliation was eating away at Zico's pride.
Mark's grin only grew wider, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He knew he had the upper hand, and he was determined to make Zico suffer.
"Am tired of watching this play on, am your opponent, kids," a man said, jumping down from a tree with an air of nonchalance. He strolled towards Mark and Zico, his voice dripping with boredom. "My name is Agren, and I'm here to kill a boy called Mark and a girl called Asami."
Mark's eyes blazed with fury as he clenched his fists, dark aura erupting from them like a tempest:
"Congratulations, you've found Mark," he snarled, his smile twisted in anger.
Zico, about to walk away, was halted by two chains that materialized out of thin air, blocking his path.
"Where do you think you're going?" Agren asked, his voice still laced with boredom.
"You're here to kill Mark, aren't you? Am leaving, do what you want with him," Zico replied, his displeasure evident.
Agren chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, sorry, I didn't make myself clear. Am the bad guy... This is a situation where you two come at me together because you're weaker, which makes my fight pleasurable."
The village, was now eerily quiet, the only sounds being the rustling of leaves and the soft whispers of the wind. The air was heavy with tension as Zico charged at Agren with intense speed, his daggers flashing in the sunlight.
Mark, however, was restrained by a chain that wrapped around him, slamming him to the ground with brutal force. He broke free after a few blows, only to be met with another chain that he dodged with agility.
Meanwhile, Zico's daggers clashed with Agren's chains, the sound of metal on metal echoing through the village. Agren's movements were fluid and effortless, his chains dancing in the air like snakes.
"Okay, let's get serious," Agren said, his voice dripping with excitement. Tens of silver chains erupted from the ground, ensnaring Mark and Zico, pulling them towards Agren with an unyielding force.
[ Level Three Ginger's village ]
The crowd gathered in front of Old Man Ginger's house, their faces set with determination, their eyes fixated on the four people standing before them. Ginger, his voice booming with conviction, stood flanked by Level Two Village Chief Emily and Asami, his words pouring out like a battle cry:
"Today, we rise up! Today, we take back our lives! We will not be held captive by this forsaken place any longer! We will march forward, together, as one, and claim our freedom! We will brave the treacherous path through Level Four Village, and shatter the gates of the Edge of the Sword Domain! And from there, we will emerge victorious, back into the real world, where our futures await us! Even if we die will die trying!"
Ginger's words were like a storm, electrifying the air, and igniting a fire within the hearts of his listeners. His passion and belief were contagious, and soon the crowd was swept up in a tide of enthusiasm, their faces alight with hope and determination.
"We will not be silenced! We will not be defeated! We will rise, we will fight, and we will conquer! For our freedom, for our lives, and for our future, we will give everything! We will leave this place behind, no matter the cost, and forge a new path, together!" The level two village Chief added on
The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause, their voices echoing through the village, their faces shining with tears of joy and determination. They readied themselves for the journey ahead, their hearts filled with hope, their spirits buoyed by Ginger's inspiring words. They knew that the road ahead would be fraught with danger, but they were willing to face it head-on, for the chance to reclaim their lives, and forge a new future.
Emily stood, her brow furrowed in worry, her eyes scanning the crowd as if searching for a familiar face:
'Mark, where are you?' she thought to herself, her mind creating worst case scenarios.
Just then, Asami stepped forward, her gentle hands grasping Emily's shoulder in a comforting gesture.
"He's fine, Emily," she said in a soothing tone. "We'll find him ahead, maybe he's already cleared the way for us."
Asami's words were like a calming breeze, easing Emily's fears and doubts. She smiled reassuringly, her eyes shining with a quiet confidence that seemed to say,
"Everything will be alright." Emily's worried expression slowly gave way to a look of determination.