"...Mind manipulation magic..."
The gray haired youth observed the scene, trembling violently. It seemed everyone else had also realized that they had been trapped inside some kind of virtual illusion world all along.
"...Hurry."
Corin collapsed to his knees, gasping heavily as he clutched his chest, pointing toward Lunas. Instantly, the survivors charged forward.
Lunas leaped high into the air, reaching over three meters above the ground, twisting his body midair to execute a spinning kick toward the incoming attackers.
Yet his kick never reached its target, as a sudden surge of crushing pressure jerked his leg backward.
Lunas was violently yanked toward a glass wall, where a tentacle emerging directly from the glass bound his leg tightly. His head slammed hard into the glass, shattering it into pieces as dozens of tiny glass shards embedded themselves deep into his flesh.
Yet like a famished tiger, Lunas lunged forward regardless of the deep cuts gouging his skin. He flicked his wrists downward, revealing a pair of daggers concealed within his sleeves.
SWISH!
SLASH!
Hundreds of chaotic dagger strokes burst forth, completely filling the surrounding space and blocking any attempt by the group to advance.
Lunas had no idea that the enemies he had previously slain were merely illusions, nor that the true battle was only beginning now. Yet his battle instincts commanded him to brace himself and resist these incoming assaults.
Essence: Physical Limit.
Technique.
Speed.
Reaction capacity.
Lunas raised his pair of daggers and accelerated toward the nearest target, his speed instantly surpassing what the naked eye could track.
In a split second, he unleashed a dual continuous slash aimed directly at the girl's chest.
Yet those present here did not panic. They understood this was a fight to the death, and those who prepared themselves to die were vastly different from those who feared it.
BOOM!
A massive wall woven from countless iron chains blocked Lunas's slash, shattering his two daggers into four pieces.
Lunas froze in place, sensing his surroundings before unleashing a relentless barrage of punches against the chain wall, stopping only when the magic barrier crumbled to pieces.
Strength.
Endurance.
BOOM!
Yet the moment the chains shattered, he was forced to endure dozens of offensive magic spells.
Lunas pushed off his feet, leaping high into the air and executing several aerial flips to dodge the lethal spells.
PLUNGE!
Yet no matter how hard he tried, hundreds of crystal needles tracked his movements relentlessly, embedding themselves deep into his flesh.
Lunas landed right next to the balding man, pulling two crystal needles from his own body to use as makeshift daggers, unleashing a continuous assault.
Unable to defend in time, the man stood frozen and helpless, taking Lunas's brutal strikes for several seconds.
Naturally, Lunas shifted to his next prey only after that man breathed his last.
He charged forward, arms spread wide like a starved hound, redirecting his strike toward Promet, the nearest target.
SWISH!
Lunas launched a powerful pounce, forcing Promet to raise both iron bars to block the strike. Yet that attack was merely a decoy; Lunas grabbed hold of the iron bars, leveraging himself upward to drive a vicious knee strike straight into Promet's abdomen.
Promet coughed up blood, unable to utter a single word as his internal organs felt completely shattered, blood surging up his throat.
Dazed and disoriented, Promet sank to his knees, helplessly watching the monster before him prepare a finishing kick.
SNAP!
Yet the others did not stand by waiting for Promet to die. They lunged forward once more, unleashing their magic in a full scale joint assault.