Amon's danger sense was ringing wildly, alerting him to the danger.
With his blood already pooling on the ground, Amon was only able to maintain his consciousness due to the fact that he was at level 8.
With every increase in level comes an increase in one's stamina, physical strength, and everything else.
Due to Amon's unique physique, the increase he received was thrice for every level up.
Panting slightly, Amon raised his gaze in the direction of the slender lady.
"I wonder what face is hidden underneath the mask." The lady licked her lips and grinned in Amon's direction, staring at the terrifyingly cold eyes behind the mask.
Amon suppressed the pain he was feeling and stood firmly, his back straight.
His hand trembled faintly as he raised the sword in his grasp.
"You still have some fight left within you?" the lady said in surprise, clicking her tongue.
Amon didn't respond. Instead, he executed the third form of the Netherworld sword techniques.
'Desolate Moon Sword Art.'
Swoosh!
A cold, moon-like arc split from Amon's sword, rushing wildly in the direction of the lady.
Vela's pupils shrank slightly as she noticed the sword arc heading in her direction, but she didn't panic.
Raising her short sword, she pierced forward.
'Crescent Swift Sword Art.'
Swoosh!
Her sword pierced through the air, the sound ringing out as though it had encountered a physical object.
Instantly, her sword stabbed directly at the middle of the moon arc, causing it to explode.
Already expecting this, Amon moved a second time. This time, he was even faster as he released the fourth form of the Netherworld sword technique.
'Netherworld Shadow Veil Sword Art!'
The shadows in the surroundings once more twisted violently.
And under the command of Amon's sword, they rushed forward like a surging tide.
'This attack again?' Vela muttered, then tapped her foot lightly on the ground, distancing herself from the attack.
Amon chased after her, closing the gap between them.
With his enhanced physique, his natural speed almost seemed as though he was using a skill.
Vela's eyes flickered slightly as she changed directions mid-air, stabbing in the direction of Amon's bleeding chest.
If she could take advantage of Amon's weakness, she should be able to emerge victorious from this battle.
Swoosh!
As her sword pierced through the air, heading towards Amon's chest, he tilted to the side. However, Vela had already expected this.
She twisted the blade, curving her sword around Amon's arm and piercing straight into Amon's stomach.
Squelch.
The sound of one's organs being pierced echoed into the surroundings.
Vela's expression shifted at once.
Amon had let go of his sword, and the moment she pierced him, his hands had clasped her head tightly, pulling it with brutal force.
"You… urhhh, what are you doing?"
Vela's eyes were wide with shock as fear blossomed in her heart. Faintly, she could guess what Amon was trying to do…
She yanked her sword out and drove it back into his stomach, trying to force him to release her.
But Amon didn't budge.
A low growl escaped him as he dragged her head back with savage force.
Stab! Stab! Stab!
Repeatedly stabbing Amon, Vela struggled to break free, but it was all to no avail under his iron grip.
Crack…
The sound of something fracturing echoed faintly, followed by another.
Blood appeared at the corner of Vela's lips as she stared at Amon.
Gritting his teeth, Amon increased the strength of his pull.
Crack…
At last, something snapped as Amon tore Vela's head free from her body.
Vela collapsed onto the ground, lifeless.
The horror was clearly reflected in her eyes, which were still in Amon's grasp.
Amon stared at it for a brief second… and felt nothing.
No relief. No guilt. Just silence.
He tossed it to the side and heaved repeatedly.
Shockingly, his wounds began regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Amon gritted his teeth, enduring the pain of his physique healing him, his cold eyes beneath the mask containing no emotion.
'If it isn't for this unique feature of my unique physique, I would have died.' Amon gasped, his heart still pounding wildly.
When he held the gash in his chest previously, he noticed the flesh beneath his fingers wriggling.
As such, he quickly made the connection and understood his unique physique had the ability to heal his injuries.
Feeling a sense of exhaustion and hunger, Amon understood that it likely consumed an exorbitant amount of mana to heal him.
Still, a gratified expression appeared in Amon's eyes as he let out a breath.
Ignoring the injuries on his body, he walked a few meters forward and dragged the corpse of the man from before.
Pulling both parts of his body, he dragged it towards the location of the woman who had died.
Finally, digging his hand into the pockets of his coat, he took out a bottle.
It was a bottle of fuel.
Pouring its contents, Amon took out a lighter, then tossed it onto the bodies.
'Another group of people who tried to harm my family is dead.' Amon said silently in his heart, staring at the fire for a moment longer before swiftly leaving.
He made a few turns, including purchasing a new set of clothes and cross-checking to ensure no one was following him before heading back home.
Amon thought no one had borne witness to the commotion, but someone had.
Holding a phone in his grasp, a youth with wide eyes filled with horror and shock gasped.
His hands trembled as he whispered,
'What have I just witnessed?'
He looked around to be sure there was no one present.
Then, unable to suppress his excitement, he quickly navigated to his social media pages and posted the video with an interesting caption.
'Most brutal video you will see this year…'
He expected the video to garner him some attention along with a few likes and some comments…
However, what he never foresaw… was the video going viral within moments of being out.
Everyone was appalled by the gruesome sight and the ruthlessness the terrifying figure had displayed.
Edits about the fight scene were being made, and the hype on the fight scene grew so wildly that in a single night, it became the most watched video that day…
A few comments whispered the name of this cute… but dreadful figure.
The Butcher…