Dawn Of Legend:Rise Of An Extra-Chapter 224 :Secret Hideout[4]

The bloody smell in the room became thicker.

Coupled with leftover smoke, it was quite nauseous restraining one's own breathing.

Lucas after cutting the man's head stood for a moment drawing everyone's attention and then started running towards a corner.

Lucas, who was chased by the group, immediately turned around to swing his sword.

CLANG!

A crisp sound rang in space, two blades met and Lucas was pushed back a little. He swung his sword to parry the men's attacks.

The two men were using a machete which was a short sword. Their movements were sharp, and each of their attacks was directly aimed at Lucas' neck.

While another one was trying to restrain his movement.

Many behind them wanted to sneak in but were unable to do so.

Expecting this, Lucas moved towards one of the corners that crowded the area and unless the men at the front fell, the ones at the back could only stand there and observe like statues.

CLANG!CLANG!

Lucas' back tingled and a smirk appeared over his face.

He dodged a man's attack and kicked his knees making him stumble on his steps.

The man's balance faltered and passing Lucas, his machete hit on a wooden shelf.

A man suddenly jumped on Lucas from behind, aiming his sword at Lucas' back. Noticing his presence, Lucas twisted the soles on his feet while parrying the attack, and sidestepped dodging the blow by a narrow margin.

The man missed Lucas by a mere inch, and his sword stabbed the man whose machete was stuck for a moment.

The other man holding the machete stood bewildered wondering what happened. Lucas closed up on him, giving him a straight punch with his left fist.

The man reacted, thrusting his machete and to his surprise, the armoured man didn't retract his fist rather he unfurled his hand and held the machete.

Sparks flew and a dent appeared in the metallic gauntlet catching the man with surprise. With a yank, the man's body was jolted forward and his eyes widened seeing a shining blade right before his eyes.

"KYKK!"

The man shrieked loudly following which a sound akin to the cutting of paper echoed as his body was split into two halves by Lucas' blade.

Cutting the upper part in the middle, Lucas kicked the man's waist and sent it flying as it crashed into the group of men at the back.

"Shit!"

"This guy is taking advantage of the space!"

A few men stepped back after getting hit but it wasn't enough to force them back.

Someone bracing himself jumped at Lucas but before he could close in, a clicking sound echoed and his jaw opened wide as a grenade appeared right before his eyes and flashed illuminating the place, blinding their vision.

A cold glimmer flashed in Lucas' eyes, and in an instant, Lucas appeared before the man then stabbed him multiple times and kicked him back.

Meanwhile at the back of Lucas, the man who stabbed his teammate was too shocked to react at what was happening on the front.

"Damn you!" The man wielding the machete cursed after getting stabbed. Fortunately, the injury wasn't too heavy.

However, he was too infuriated for a moment and his eyes flashed with viciousness as the other man stepped back with an apologizing look.

With a deadly glint, turning around he sliced the machete at the man who stabbed him and chopped his body mercilessly.

The other man wasn't able to react and succumbed to the atrocity.

"Useless bastard." He grumbled with a sullen expression.

He felt that he had gained the upper hand but right at the decisive moment, his teammate almost killed him. Since this guy had already stabbed him, who knew if he would be wary of him and kill him later, so there was no need for mercy.

Seeing Lucas' back wide open, he stepped over the corpses and leapt ahead towards Lucas. But before his blade could land..

"Did you think you gained an upper hand?" Lucas mocked him while sliding under the blade coming at his neck.

He put away his sword and took out two daggers, then started juggling them in the air.

"I can see that arrogant expression of yours but let me tell you something, you are nothing but a test dummy for me to test my dual dagger-wielding skills." Lucas muttered then turned around however in doing so he gave others a chance to pounce on him.

That's what they thought, however…

"Stop boasting."

"Just get him!"

Just as their blade was about to dig into his body, his figure disappeared.

Seeing many men closing up on him, Lucas used a shadow step and appeared a bit away near the table located at the centre, then he kicked two chairs towards the man aiming at him who let out a shriek of pain and almost dropped his weapon.

Then he turned his gaze to the machete man that was trying to cut him, and using flash steps he dashed at him.

Lucas with a sinister smile, bent forward and kicked the man's torso which the man barely avoided by pulling back his leg, while raising his left hand trying to chop Lucas' neck.

"Stop copying me. Only I can aim for the neck."

Lucas parried the attack skillfully using the two daggers, and with a slight nudge of his wrist, his dagger slid down the machete blade slicing the man's wrist.

"Aghhh!" The man screamed as his wrist was chopped. Infuriated, he swung his other fist at Lucas but Lucas sidestepped and dug his dagger right into the guy's neck and then kicked his guts sending him onto the floor.

"Bastard!" Five men surrounded Lucas, looking at him coldly.

"You are screwed."

Anyone ought to panic when surrounded from all sides. Lucas might have also panicked if it was before but after Harris' pummeling session, the number of things Lucas feared can be counted in a single digit.

"In your dreams." Lucas sneered as he kicked one of them rushing towards him and using the guy's body as a foothold, he jumped back and somersaulting in mid-air landed on the big table.

Then he ran to the table nimbly while pulling a chair on the way.

On his way, he glanced at Seph who sat there with an amused expression without any intention to interfere.

'What a fucker. Except for fulfilling his sadistic desires, he doesn't care.'

'You think you're tough enough to take me on?'

'Hehe! You will soon find a surprise.'

Others ran to catch him but Lucas jumped down, threw a chair and kicked another one towards them.

The man ahead swung his sword to cut it but in doing so his whole attention was focused on getting rid of the chair, and he failed to notice a hissing sound.

A knife tearing through the air crashed onto him and pierced his head catching him off guard.

His head burst like a watermelon startling everyone greatly.

The dagger bursting his head appeared right before the guy behind him who tilted his body to dodge as the dagger brushed past his cheek leaving a gaping wound.

Lucas, without looking back, ran towards the side wall. Using his speed, he walked over the wall and then jumped back with a heavy stomp.

His figure shot back like a bullet and he arrived at one of the men's heads in a flash. Using the force of downward acceleration, he flipped the dagger into the form of scissors.

The man raised his sword to block.

CLANG!

With a metallic sound, his dagger broke the sword and pierced through the swordsman's neck.

The man's eyes widened in horror as he tilted his head to see a deep cut on the left side of his cheek sliding towards his neck, through which even his bones were visible.

"Aghhh--" Before the man could scream, Luacs chopped the guy's head indifferently.

"Dammit!" The remaining one screamed in panic, finding it hard to catch the guy who was sneaking around nimbly.

'This place is good for group fights. With many obstacles in between it's hard for many to collide against one. With my improved flexibility and amateur parkour skills, I can move around easily a bit.'

Lucas, who was running ahead, stopped abruptly and picked up another chair, spinning his body around and smashing the chair over two nearby guys.

BANG!

"Arghh!'

The two men held their heads and closed their eyes because of sawdust getting into them.

As Lucas stepped forward, their ears perked up with the sound of subtle footsteps.

One of the guys who got smashed in the head panicked and waved his sword instantly into the empty air, and a streak of bluish line shot forward.

Lucas' pupils shrank as his body tugged down and slid down the floor avoiding the bolt that passed by him and struck a rack decimating it into pieces.

Sliding onto the floor, Lucas reached for the guy giving him a horizontal cut as he passed by him.

After Lucas passed through the man, the man fell to the ground only to find both of his legs missing from the knee.

He was so frightened that no voice came out of his throat but as he suddenly recovered his senses, he shrieked.

Another loud shriek echoed behind Lucas. The other man, scared out of his wits, tried to run but he stumbled to the side of the table and crashed into the ground.

Lucas stared at the leftover who seemed to be trembling.

Knowing that they were the weakest of the bunch, they tried to keep as much distance from him as possible.

Lucas looked at the three who seemed to be slowly advancing towards the door while the one before him seemed to be paralyzed by fear.

At that time, Lucas' metallic armour was drenched with blood and pieces of flesh.

Two reddish eyes shone through the blood-drenched mask helmet that looked like that of a demon.

Most of the people here were at the 4-Star level. The poison from the smoke bomb might have already affected and slowed them down. Even without the use of pills, Lucas can pummel them easily as they don't have skills, techniques or foundation. They are just lucky enough to awaken and by joining Omen, they can raise their power at the cost of their lives.

The bottom dwellers of Omen only know how to bully the weaker people. Stealing, killing, kidnapping, raping and enjoying seeing others suffer, are the only things they are good at.

"Please don't kill me!!'' The guy screamed, trembling in fear as he wanted to escape. He wanted to leave.

He looked for his leader but much to his surprise, he didn't find him anywhere.

'Did he escape? Did he run away?'

It was then that his mind collapsed, unable to overcome the feeling of despair.

"Spare-" Before he could finish his sentence, the dagger struck his neck.

Seeing the man groveling on the floor for his life, his future self's words echoed in his mind.

'You need to be a person to invoke the feeling of fear and despair. These people didn't bat an eye while killing others but only after suffering a cruel fate will they know what fear is.'