West’s grip loosened slightly, lowering the man slowly till his feet touched the ground again.

For a brief moment, it looked like he was convinced causing the man to exhale slightly in relief. "...Good choice—"

"No," West refusal echoed like a thunderclap and before anyone could react, both hands swept in together from opposite sides.

It was as though he was going for a powerful clap... only that, the man’s head was the obstacle in-between his palms.

PAHH! KRRRYYYK~

A sickening crack echoed as the man’s skull compressed upon collision causing blood to burst outward violently.

The man’s eyes bulged before popping out of their sockets like golf balls shot into the air.

His body went limp instantly as everyone froze in place briefly.

"FIRE!" Someone suddenly yelled and in the next instant, gunshots erupted.

Bullets tore through the air but West was no longer at his initial standing point.

He charged forward with bullets slamming into his body but he didn’t slow down for even a second.

His fist shot forward—

BOOM.

One man’s face caved in instantly as his body launched backward into the wall.

Another turned to aim but West grabbed him before he could fire and hurled him upward.

The man smashed into the ceiling, tearing through it and causing panels to rip open.

The body stuck halfway through before dropping lifelessly.

West spun as another attacker fired point-blank and drove his fist into the man’s chest.

The impact folded him, crushing his ribs and collapsing his lungs. He dropped dead instantly.

At West’s current level of strength at 100 digits, normal humans stood no chance. He was already so strong that even a casual hit from him could send any one to the hospital with critical injuries.

Bang!

West grabbed a gun mid-fire and twisted, snapping the arm holding onto it.

Then drove his elbow into the man’s throat, crushing his windpipe.

Another tried to retreat but West didn’t allow it. He grabbed him by the collar and slammed him sideways into the plane wall, denting the metal.

The man slid down and stopped moving completely.

The last two fired wildly while West charged forward with astonishing speed, landing one punch on each of them.

With every single hitman down, silence finally returned to this part of the plane.

However, the plane interior was wrecked with bullet holes all over the walls.

Smoke permeated the surroundings and blood coated the floor along with bodies.

West stood in the center with a calm expression. His breathing was absolutely normal like this wasn’t even considered workout for him.

A voice suddenly crackled overhead.

"Mayday—mayday—mayday!" The pilots yelled with panicked tones.

"We’ve sustained internal damage—repeat—internal damage!"

"We are losing pressure—!"

The plane shuddered slightly while passengers began screaming in the distance.

West glanced in the direction of the cockpit. "...Great."

The cabin shook again violently while tilting sharply.

It suddenly began to drop causing screams to erupt from every corner of the aircraft as overhead compartments burst open and loose luggage tumbled down like rain.

Inside the cockpit, alarms screamed.

"Engine two failure!"

"Engine one is overheating—no—no it’s gone too!"

"Stabilize! Stabilize!"

The pilots fought desperately with the controls as their hands moved frantically.

Voices rose over the blaring warning systems and then they regained control again.

"Stabilizing..." one of the pilots let out a sigh of relief.

The plane then started to balance, straightening slowly and soon the screams lowered.

It appeared as though the clash from earlier resulted in the engines getting pierced by stray bullets but fortunately things seemed better now...

Or at least that’s what everyone thought...

Fwwwhooomm~

The plane suddenly lurched.

"What? Another engine failure?!" One of the pilots yelled as the nose dipped and then altitude began dropping faster.

"—We’re losing lift!"

"Mayday—mayday—this is Flight—!"

The transmission cut into static.

—

Back in the main cabin, chaos had fully taken over.

Passengers cried, prayed and clung to each other. Some were frozen in terror while others screamed hysterically as reality was sunk in... they were falling.

—

However, West remained still before Dr. Amos who lay slumped against the seat with blood still seeping faintly from fresh wounds sustained during the earlier gunfight.

Without hesitation, West pulled out one of the Chalice bottles.

"Drink."

Amos wasted no time in downing the liquid. Almost immediately, the bullets embedded in his body began to pop out one of the other.

Debra gasped as they pushed themselves out of his flesh.

Amos groaned in shock as his wounds began sealing. The skin knitted itself together rapidly and within seconds, the bleeding stopped.

"...Unbelievable..." Amos whispered while staring at his hands.

He looked up at West in astonishment. "...Thank you."

"I truly appreciate it."

However, his gaze drifted toward the shaking cabin with a disturbed expression.

"But unless you have a way to save the plane..." he displayed a hollow smile. "...it’ll all be for nothing."

West looked around at the tilt, vibration and flames flickering outside the window.

"...Yeah," he stood to his feet. "But no promises."

...

As West moved toward the cockpit, people tried to stop him.

"Sir, you can’t go there—!"

An air hostess reached for him while an air marshal stepped forward.

"Sir, return to your seat immediately or we will use force—"

West didn’t even slow down for even a second. He pushed the cockpit door open and stepped inside the room of panic.

The pilots barely spared him a glance as they worked frantically. "Who the hell are you? Get out of here!"

"We’re trying to keep this plane in the air!"

West stepped forward calmly. "Can you fix it?"

"What?!"

"Can you get it flying again?"

The co-pilot barked out a laugh. "Do you see what’s happening?! Both engines are gone!"

"Then answer me clearly. Is there any chance?"

The pilot snapped. "No! There’s no way!"

"...Alright," West turned but behind him, the air hostess and marshal were still shouting.

"Get back to your seat!"

"Sir, this is your final warning—!"