Jamie and Greg were locked in, the Commander had closed off their exit with people, all eager to kill them . They really found themselves in a difficult predicament this time.
"I know only two of you are left!Open the fence,we might show you mercy!"
He said, threatening but persuasive.
No reply came, The insiders stayed silent.
This was the scenario Jamie had promised to handle—and he would have—but truthfully, they were outnumbered, fighting one of them at a time would be trouble on its on, fighting two would be impossible.
"What should we do?" Jamie inquired, his voice low so that the Commander wouldn't hear them.
"Just follow my lead," Greg suggested.
"Yoh!! The talkative guy!" Greg mocked, shouting as he stepped out of the house, his voice loud enough to be heard outside.
Jamie looked at him, his eyes shouting at him to stop—stop giving him more reasons to hate them.
"Ah, the long-haired idiot!" The Commander replied with joy. He was relieved that the person he wanted to beat up so badly was the one who answered.
"Why are you pretending?" Greg challenged him, speaking like he knew some part of the Commander none of his underlings knew.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You're acting like you can't break the fence with your punch,,,that's lame, just break it already and stop the theatrics!"
Silence fell for some seconds , the commander didn't reply until~
"I knew you were a bright one," the Commander sneered.
Jamie couldn't believe what he was hearing . All along, the Commander had acted like the fence was a barrier, but it never was. He just wanted to mess with their heads.
An evil grin formed in Jamie's mind, picturing the Commander enjoying every second of the moment.
He punched it with all his might ,the fence shattered In response—pieces of bricks scattering across the green grass. The inside was now clearly visible, clear for any infiltration by the enemies.
Slowly, the Commander walked in, a grin covering his face, proud of what he had become. Strands of his hair shimmered, some strokes changing color to blue.
"You're no longer special, Broken Shields," he said, his gaze locked on Greg, who stood unshaken, his aura steady.
"Don't be too cocky," Greg warned him, as he stood unbothered by what he had witnessed.
Suddenly, the Commander started laughed, his five minions following suit.
It was an intimidation tactic aimed to wicken the mind of his enemy, but it never seemed to work on Greg.
For Jamie, though, it shook his head, pushing his confidence to its limits until it nearly snapped.
"Boys, leave this guy to m—!" His words were cut short when Greg's surprise right punch slammed into his face, the commanders skin vibrated like a pendulum from the impact.
The commanders legs buckled—then he was instantly catapulted to the other side of the residence slamming the him into the ground like abag of rice.
"Greg is so cool, I think he can win this!"
Confidence surged again inside Jamie's heart, with how it started, they could actually pull it off.
But then—
The Commander stood up in style,no blood on his face,Not even alittle scratch.
His minions gasped in awe, praising their leader.
Click. Click.!!
He relocated his chin, the painful procedure leaving no negative effect on him at all.
Greg looked at him in full surprise, but in a way he had anticipated the response.
"Don't be hasty to fight long haired fool, throw a punch at a predator then It will come back to hunt you" the Commander said, his voice unwavering as he walked back toward Greg.
"Your voice bore's me.I hate that."
Instantly, Greg threw another surprise punch toward the commanders face. The force had not diminished—but this time, the tide had shifted. The Commander caught the punch in his hands.
The Commander didn't even flinch at all, the worst case scenario happened in that moment. He adapted!!.
A loud smirk spread across his face.
"I will handle him. You take care of that kid!" he commanded his five minions who were busy Watchung him fight, giving them something to do to speed up time.
Jamie heard the order. His heart skipped a beat, but their was nothing more he could do other than fight.
He stepped into a stance he remembered from a fighting game.
The minion who was in the front of the others nodded.
His physique was impressive—his stats surely high.
He tilted his head, signaling the attack on the house. Quickly, the others rushed in with joy at the thought of easy prey.
Suddenly—
Greg's spear beamed in his left hand while his right hand was still in the Commander's grip . With his fingers alone, he catapulted the spear with extreme force.
Slash!!
It cut through one of the minions' heads, sending the head flying into the other direction.The man fell, blood spilling out of his neck like a fountain.
Jamie froze, he felt relief mixed with horror.
The minions stared at the corpse in shock, he was their friend after all. Then their shock twisted into something else,,,rage.
A bloody battle was inevitable.
"Keep going! I'll keep him occupied!" The commander said, the smirk never leaving his expression.
The attackers turned, closing in on Jamie, like a sheep circled by a band of wolves.
"Now that you're alone, you're a piece of cake!" one sneered.
"I heard he doesn't even kill!"
Jamie stood focused.
"This is the time I prove myself to everyone!" He thought, gripping the kali sticks heavily in his hands.
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Greg's system screen appeared. A bright notification:
[You've acquired > +50 Blue Points]
Greg glanced at the screen, his eyes blank and emotionless.
"I got free points ?"
"It's because you killed that fool, he was useless. I should've killed him myself" the Commander replied, unfazed by the death of his comrade.
"Shall we begin?" the Commander inquired, his hand still imprisoning Greg's right arm.
"Already did,"
Greg tore his hand free from the Commander's grip and stepped back a few paces.
"I will enjoy this."
The Commander rushed forward. A single punch smashed into Greg's gut, throwing him back.
In reply, Greg twisted in mid-air, landing dramatically on his arm before pushing himself upright.
He charged back, lifting his leg slowly, collecting force. The kick aimed straight for the Commander's head.
The commander crossed both of his arms in defense, creating a biological shield that fended off the kick like it was nothing.
Greg slid back, instantly resuming his stance, bouncing lightly on his feet. His hands danced to the rhythm of his jumps, his face emotionless.
"Who is this guy?
Even in this upgraded form… he can still keep up with me!"the Commander thought, his full concentration on Greg.
But Greg hadn't even shown his special skill yet. That was bad in the Commander's side.
The Commander pressed his ring. A dialogue box appeared:
Strength: 110
Agility: 60
Endurance: 70
Speed: 70
Intelligence: 30
Mana: 60
Combat Experience: 80
"Alright. Twenty Blue Points—go to Strength. Thirty—go to Speed!"
Blue aura erupted from his body like mist, flooding the entire area.
"Is that supposed to intimidate me?
"No,It's to show you the difference in our power."
He loved his leg alittle bit,Instantly, he vanished from the spot . He was too fast to follow.
He buried a deep punch in Greg's gut.
What the—!
Before Greg could look down, another fist rocketed into his chin, sending him flying upward.
Before he could recover from the second punch , the Commander rushed, grabbed his legs like he was weightless and slammed him into the fence, breaking a human shaped hole in it.
Greg staggered up with difficulty , unbalanced, fresh bruises forming. The attacks were taking a toll on him morethan they took a toll on the Commander.
"My life is guided by one principle,beat the best… to become the best.And that's what I'm going to do to you!"
the Commander said, walking towards greg.
Greg stared at his coming enemt, then at his own battered body.
Calmly, he muttered:
[Special Skill > Overhaul]
Mana surged, wrapping his body. Bruises vanished instantly. His frame grew heavy, his feet sinking slightly into the ground. His eyes sharpened, deadly, as streaks of gold bled into his hair. Intensity flooded the residence.
"What's going on?!" the minions surrounding Jamie shouted as the pressure crushed the air.
"That's the power of a special technique!"
The Commander smirked, highly impressed by what he was seeing.
Greg's physique started to change, lines cutting deep outside his muscles, amplifying them at the same time.
"That technique amplifies your stats,doesn't it" he shouted at Greg with happiness in his eyes. Like a kid when he is showed his birthday present.
"You've got a good eye Commander. Don't worry—I'll end this fight quickly. Probably as quick as you last in bed."