The outside world was in an uproar the moment the butcher arrived.
It was so unexpected that before they could react, the heretics were swiftly dealt with.
Who didn't know about the butcher in the Cold Moon District?
For over a week, he had been advertised on the news as a villain with a million-dollar bounty, someone who had constantly been killing innocents.
However, now… the media didn't know what to believe anymore.
One question popped into everyone's mind.
'What exactly was the butcher's reason for coming here?'
As the confusion settled in everyone's hearts, they remained staring at the scene being displayed on their screens in anticipation.
Calmly, Amon walked with even steps, slowly dragging his sword across the ground.
The scraping sounds dug into everyone's hearts, causing no one to harbor thoughts of moving.
Joy's eyes widened, filled with a mixture of relief and hatred.
Clenching her fist, she hesitated on what to do next.
Meanwhile, the butcher didn't pay the slightest attention to the armed officers. Instead, his complete focus was drawn to the men from the demon child faction.
Briefly, his eyes scanned through the group of children on the ground.
Suddenly, Amon was taken aback upon noticing a little girl with a calm expression.
Her eyes contained a certain stillness that made him feel uneasy.
Glancing closer, Amon realized that despite the gruesome sight, her face hadn't grown pale. Neither did she seem the least bit scared.
It was almost as though she had expected the… whole situation.
Amon's gaze lingered on her longer than necessary before he shifted his attention back to Jordan.
"You…" Jordan's left hand trembled as he pointed in Amon's direction.
"I've heard about you… they call you the butcher, right?"
Amon stared at Jordan coldly, ignoring him completely as he reached out.
"Ple—please spare— arrgghhhh." Jordan was just about to plead when Amon ruthlessly pulled out his second hand.
Jordan's scream tore through the surroundings like a dying pig.
Irritated by the sound, Amon's sword briefly left the ground.
The next instant, Jordan's expression stiffened as his head tilted to the side before rolling onto the floor.
Amon shifted his attention to Jamie and made quick work of him as well.
He briefly stared at the children before walking in their direction.
"Don't make any rash movements or we'll be forced to attack." A loud voice tore through the speaker on the police van.
Amon briefly glanced at them, then slowly shook his head as his hand moved before the men could react.
Swoosh!
Everyone was appalled, thinking Amon would kill the children. Instead, only the sound of ropes splitting echoed.
Amon proceeded to cut apart the ropes binding the rest.
He approached the last person, the girl from before, who remained staring at him, her eyes filled with a hint of emotion.
After slashing apart her ropes, Amon turned back and began walking into the warehouse.
Soon, wails and shouts echoed from inside the building.
Rumbling and flashes of light akin to thunder erupted violently for more than thirty minutes before the place fell silent, save for the cries of babies.
After he was done, Amon calmly stepped out of the warehouse.
Then, he walked towards Jamie's body and dragged it to where the other three had died. He did the same for Jordan as well.
Digging his hand into his pocket, everyone watched as he took out a bottle of fuel and began pouring it onto the corpses.
After ensuring they were completely drenched, Amon took out a lighter, then stared intently at the armed forces gathered.
The exchange was brief, but it seemed to pass a silent warning.
Swoosh!
The lighter fell from Amon's hand, engulfing all five men in flames.
All around the Cold Moon District, everyone was appalled by how easily the butcher had resolved the crisis.
The armed forces hadn't even needed to do anything.
Comments flooded the web as people began calling the butcher a man stronger than a thousand armed men.
Albeit an exaggeration, due to his efficiency in handling the crisis, the nickname spread like wildfire.
After he was done, Amon calmly walked away under the stares of the armed officers.
Joy bit her lip, hesitating on whether to apprehend him or not.
He was right there. She felt this was the closest she would ever be to catching the butcher.
"Wa—"
Before Joy could speak, another sharp whistling sound echoed, followed by the sound of something being pierced.
Bang!
Everyone's pupils shrank in horror as they discovered a spear had appeared from the distance and pierced right through the butcher's chest.
The butcher remained standing as the spear hummed slightly before violently returning to where it came from.
A man with dark brown-blond hair casually stepped out from the forest not too far away, catching the spear in his grasp and staring intently at the butcher.
"You killed my playthings. It's only right that I kill you." The man licked his lips and calmly walked towards Amon's location.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed something.
"You're… still alive." He said as his pupils constricted sharply.
How could one still be alive after being pierced completely by the spear?
Davie was shocked, staring at the butcher who was still standing, staring back at him with cold, ruthless eyes, his back as straight as ever.
"I'll just have to aim for your heart then," he said calmly, then twisted the spear in his grasp.
Amon gasped as blood trailed out from the corner of his mask.
However, his grip on the sword didn't loosen.
'Spatial Phantom Sword Art.'
The light in the skies dimmed slightly.
Davie's pupils narrowed. "Such a deadly attack. Although it's low level, the profundity and intent behind it are on another level entirely."
He stared at Amon as though he were looking at a monster. "You bastard, you went and got your hands on a mythical-rank skill, didn't you?"
"Lemme show you a mythical-rank skill of my own." Davie said with a grin, then spun his spear in an arc.
Roarrrrrr!!!
A thunderous roar blasted into everyone's ears, reverberating as the ground quaked.
Then, the spear blasted towards Amon the moment he released the sword art.
The two attacks tore through the air at lightning speed before crashing into each other violently mid-air.
Bang!!!
A terrifying explosion rang out for meters, sending dust and debris flying…
As the dust gradually cleared, a crater spanning meters came into view, a result of the destruction the two attacks had caused.
Just when the crowd thought the fight was equal—
Squelch…
Amon's danger sense rang wildly, but it was already too late.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Multiple attacks of the same magnitude erupted from his surroundings.
Everyone was shocked to see multiple 'Davies' surrounding Amon.
At some point, they had appeared, releasing the same attack the two had just exchanged.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The attacks continued ringing out for a few seconds, then a gust of wind blew, revealing the sight of Amon, gruesomely battered.
Fearing that if his head was destroyed he would die, Amon had protected his head and heart. However, the remaining parts of his body were covered in injuries.
"It's you!"
The butcher's mask had been destroyed, unable to withstand the attack, revealing Amon's handsome face, his black hair cascading down his back.
"So this is the true face of the butcher." Davie laughed lightly as he pointed at the drone.
"I hope you're recording this, so his loved ones can see his final moments before he dies."
Fearing that if his head was destroyed he would die, Amon had protected his head and heart. However, the remaining parts of his body were covered in injuries.
"It's you!"
The butcher's mask had been destroyed, unable to withstand the attack, revealing Amon's handsome face, his black hair cascading down his back.
"So this is the true face of the butcher." Davie laughed lightly as he pointed at the drone.
"I hope you're recording this, so his loved ones can see his final moments before he dies."
Fearing that if his head was destroyed he would die, Amon had protected his head and heart. However, the remaining parts of his body were covered in injuries.
"It's you!"
The butcher's mask had been destroyed, unable to withstand the attack, revealing Amon's handsome face, his black hair cascading down his back.
"So this is the true face of the butcher." Davie laughed lightly as he pointed at the drone.
"I hope you're recording this, so his loved ones can see his final moments before he dies."
Fearing that if his head was destroyed he would die, Amon had protected his head and heart. However, the remaining parts of his body were covered in injuries.
"It's you!"
The butcher's mask had been destroyed, unable to withstand the attack, revealing Amon's handsome face, his black hair cascading down his back.
"So this is the true face of the butcher." Davie laughed lightly as he pointed at the drone.
"I hope you're recording this, so his loved ones can see his final moments before he dies."