Chapter 143: One Man Army!
Chapter 142
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
BOOM!
The entire warehouse-like base erupted into pure chaos. The ground cracked beneath the weight of explosions, bodies went flying, and men were tossed around like ragdolls.
The air was alive with deafening bangs, metal clanging violently against concrete, weapons skidding across the floor, and the disturbing sound of bones snapping and arms being dislocated or dismembered.
All this — caused by a single man.
He moved with a calm ferocity, almost like a blur of destruction. Each strike was deliberate, precise, and merciless, as if he were swatting flies rather than fighting men. His movements were fluid, casual, and terrifyingly efficient. The men barely had time to react before they were knocked unconscious or worse.
One of the bolder men finally found an opening. He dashed forward, swinging his metal bat with all his might. This wasn’t just any bat, it was twice as dense as regular metal, custom-made to crush skulls. He hurled it straight at Max.
Without even glancing, Max raised his arm slightly, his muscles flexing at the perfect moment. The bat struck him squarely and bent in half like tin foil. The man froze, his eyes wide in disbelief.
Before he could react, Max moved. One second he was standing still, the next he was right in front of the man, his hand gripping the poor fool’s wrist like an iron vice.
A sharp whistle suddenly sliced through the air — two bike chains came flying toward him. Max turned his head slightly, spotting them midair before they wrapped tightly around his forearms, coiling like snakes.
The two men who launched the chains tried to yank them, but it was like pulling against a mountain. Max didn’t even flinch. He stared at the chains, his eyes narrowing behind the mask.
"Is this supposed to do anything? Tch! Pathetic."
He yanked his arms back with one effortless motion, lifting both men clean off the ground. They were flung toward him helplessly, still clinging to their weapons.
Max kicked off the ground, performing a midair side flip to avoid another metal bat that came swinging for his head. The next instant, both of his feet connected brutally with the two chain-wielding men, sending them crashing into a table that shattered on impact.
"I don’t understand, Max," Pix’s voice echoed as she shimmered into view. She hovered above the chaos, her tiny face twisted in disbelief as the dragon leaned backward, dodging a dagger that narrowly missed his neck.
"I thought you wanted to take this gang over and use these men," she said, crossing her arms. "How the hell will they be of any use to you if you’re breaking every bone in their bodies? Can’t you, I don’t know, hold back your strength a little?"
"Good point." Max muttered as he grabbed one of the attacking men by the arm mid-swing. His grip tightened, and the man’s dagger instantly clattered to the floor, his entire body trembling from the sheer pressure.
Slap!
The sound echoed through the base like a gunshot. Max’s open palm smacked across the man’s face so hard that he stumbled back and crashed into a group of others, sending them all tumbling like bowling pins.
From his spot at the base of the staircase, the vice leader’s expression twisted with disbelief.
’Who the hell is he?’ the man thought, clenching his jaw. ’How is he casually taking down hundreds of armed men by himself? This... this is impossible for a human. Is he even one? Or is he some kind of hybrid monster?’
He swallowed hard, his hands trembling slightly as he watched Max tear through his men like a force of nature.
And for the first time since joining the Gray Bulls...
the vice leader felt fear.
’Whatever! I just have to make use of it. No need to bother the leader with this threat, I can handle him with the tool he bought for me.
Damn! We really pooled all our resources for this, and if truly he is a hybrid, this would have to work,’ the man thought, and with grim determination, he dashed up the stairs, leaving his men to get battered by the strange masked dude.
"Who is this dude? How can a human be beating the shit out of us? What is going on?" one of the men asked in fright, his voice trembling as he stood frozen, too terrified to even take a step forward.
"Where are our leaders? What the hell is going on?" another person shouted before he got smashed in the face by Max, his body tumbling and bouncing across the floor like a ragdoll.
’I need to reduce my strength; it’s too overwhelming for them, which is knocking them unconscious. I need them conscious but unable to move for what I’m about to show them. I need them to feel how powerless they are against me.
They should feel the helplessness, the sheer agony, and pain of not having the strength to fight back against an overwhelming foe.
Only then can my plan of getting them to work under me succeed,’ Damian thought with a sly smirk beneath his mask as he ducked down, avoiding a wild swing aimed at his head.
His knee shot forth with terrifying speed, smashing into the man’s abdomen and forcing a gasp of pain out of him. The man crashed into the ground and couldn’t move, the sheer intensity of the pain locking his body in place.
In just five minutes of walking into the warehouse, Max had taken down over a hundred of the four hundred men in the room, still leaving a large number of them charging at him one after another like fools who didn’t know fear.
’I thought Kelly said the gang had over five hundred men? But I can only see about four hundred. Or maybe the others have been sent on extortion missions,’ Damian thought, sidestepping quickly to avoid a dagger strike aimed at his shoulder.
"Guys! Don’t give up! He might have taken a large number of us down, but we still have numbers on our side. Surely, he’ll wear down eventually!" one man shouted, trying to rally the rest.
"Oh, I assure you, my stamina is greater than you can imagine," Max mocked as he appeared directly in front of the man. The man panicked and threw a jab toward Max’s face, but he tilted his head slightly to the side, dodging it with ease. His hand shot out, grabbing the man by the neck before hurling him forcefully into a few others like bowling pins.
’I’m tired. This is becoming annoying,’ Damian groaned inwardly as the men kept coming and coming, attacking without fear or coordination while he kept dropping them one after the other.
"You know what? Screw this!" he cursed aloud as he suddenly crouched down. The ground beneath him cracked violently from the sudden release of strength, and then with a loud bang, he shot into the air, evading a swarm of men that tried to jump him.
With both hands outstretched, he grinned widely as draconic energy began swirling around his palms, glowing brighter with every passing second and condensing with immense force. The pressure in the air grew so thick that the remaining men froze where they stood.
{Draconic Force Palm Activated}
CLAP!
His palms connected in a loud, resounding clap and then...
BOOOM!
An immense shockwave blasted outward with terrifying force, slamming into a hundred men with crushing impact. Spit shot out of their mouths, their eyes rolled back, and several bodies were flung into the walls and floor, tumbling across the base like broken dolls.
A heavy hush instantly fell upon the place as the ground for meters on end cracked and split apart. Dust filled the air, and the remaining two hundred men stood frozen, staring in shock and disbelief at what the stranger had just unleashed.