Louis tried to carry him, but this time the cop's moan was louder than the first. His cold blood flowed down from his hand, dripping onto the floor. "Leave me here, son," he said, his voice weak. "Go live your life, you have a lot of dreams ahead of you. You just need to choose wisely."
Louis knelt down beside the cop, tears welling up in his eyes. "Don't say that like you're going to die," he said, feeling broken.
The cop tried to get up but couldn't, falling back again. He coughed up a mouthful of blood as his face turned red, his veins bulging as if they might burst. "There's no need," he said, his voice soft and faint.
"I have lived my life, doing the wrong things, which have hurt me," he continued, tears streaming down his face. "I wish I could go back in time to correct it and that is not possible."
But all I can do now is beg of you, son... please, don't let the corrupt and cruel systems of this world crush you and the innocent. Don't let the greed and selfishness of others suffocate the hope and dignity of those who are struggling. Remember, we are all fragile, we are all broken, and we all need each other. Be the light in the darkness, be the hope in the despair. Fight for those who can't fight for themselves, speak for those who have no voice, and hold the hands of those who are slipping away. Don't let the world's cruelty and indifference snuff out the flame of humanity within you. Help them, son... help them, and never let them feel alone, forgotten, or forsaken."
A terrible silence followed the man's final words. The cop's eyes rolled back, struggling to breathe, as Louis stood helpless, staring blankly. He covered his mouth with his hands as tears streamed down his face. "No, no, don't die, don't leave me here!" Louis cried, collapsing onto the cop's chest in despair.
As he wept, Louis saw the man approaching him through the dusty air, his intentions clear. With his enhanced hearing, Louis could make out the man's whispered words: "Last one standing, soon to be fallen." The phrase sent a chill down Louis's spine.
With each heartbeat, Louis felt his power surge within him, a steady rhythm of energy resonating with his very essence. His senses awakened once more, and he retrieved a dagger from the cop's armor. This time, he wouldn't make the mistake of running. "I will avenge your death," he whispered, determination burning within him.
Standing up from his knees, Louis assumed a striking pose. "Your fate is sealed, and I hold the dagger that will pierce your soul," he declared, his voice firm. He charged forward, yelling at the top of his lungs. The man's face twisted into a sinister smile. "I see you're ready to die. How thoughtful of you to dress in red, the color of your own blood."
With that, the man raised his hands, unleashing a blaze of flames like fireworks exploding, ready to destroy anything in his path.
In a blink of an eye an explosion came from the mans hand, it went to slow-mo as explosion came near him Louis senses was delayed he wasn't fast enough his heart began to beat he was actually going to meet his death that was a wrong move he made he thought to himself.
As the explosion erupted, he felt an unseen force push him to safety, sending him tumbling to the other side. The blast was so powerful that it destroyed not only the immediate area but also the surrounding environment. The realization sent a chill down his spine - if he had been any closer, he would have been killed. He wondered who could have saved him from certain death.
The sinner the man eager to kill Louis turned to him he smiled impressive you managed to dodge my attack you are really skilled that makes me to jealous to kill you but Louis wasn't listening to him.His gazed glued towards the source of the explosion, he spotted a mysterious figure standing in a defensive stance, as if they had shielded him from the blast."
He stared at where Louis was gazing; he also saw the same man who was standing in a defensive stance, wearing black long sleeves with the top button opened, revealing his hairy chest, and was wearing a neat jeans trousers. His hair fell gently to the end of his neck, and his eyes were captivating. He walked towards forward a bit for the sinner to have a good look; he smiled, revealing his shiny white teeth that shined like a diamond.
"Who the hell are you?" the sinner asked, also giving an evil smile, thirsty for his blood. Louis shivered, can't believe his eyes, as he realized it was him, the number 2 strongest guardian in the country. "It is Rajesh Deva, an S-Rank pro," he said. The sinner heard the name; he gritted his teeth, "Rajesh Deva," he searched through his memories, still doesn't know him. "I don't need to know you; what I need is to know how it feels to kill a pro guardian," he said, shouting. He was ready for battle, ready for him to charge.
"Oh, is that so?" he said as he stopped walking. He removed a band from his wrist and tied his long hair, making it form like a ponytail, and he gently folded his long sleeves, revealing his arm muscle, and then his gaze turned to Louis, and removed a gold watch from his wrist and threw it to Louis. "Hey kid, keep it safe; it cost 40 grand; if it gets damaged, and I also need to deal with you," Louis caught it by luck, or it would have been crushed on the floor.
"Okay, where was I anyway?" Rajesh said, his gaze turning back to the sinner. He was angered by the way he was acting. "The battle has not begun, and yet you are flexing your strength; such a fool," he said, as he opened his hands. "I will enjoy killing you."
The sinner used his explosion to fly as he released a big explosion that was directly targeted at Rajesh. Rajesh stared and smiled at the explosion that was about to hit him; he smiled and whispered, "Shadow Blink," at that moment, he vanished from where he was; the sinner made a confused face since he didn't see where he went. The explosion hit the floor, causing a massive force of wind to blow over there. Louis's heart was beating, seeing a fight between S-rank guardian and a sinner.
With just a sudden, Rajesh appeared from behind the sinner and punched him down to the floor. The sinner went hit the floor; he stood up from his feet, not accepting defeat.