Falling Rain, Bloodying Streets (2)
'Hah, h-haha, hah... you gotta be kidding me.' Wildly grinning, with his canines showing up terrifyingly, the crazed eyed Yun Beishang thought immediately to himself after he indeed felt himself fearing the same kind of power and presence from just thinking on using his Petals of Destruction Armor Set.
And as he smelled the familiar scent of brain matter into his nostrils and as some of blood and brain matter landed on his Caberg's front face, his smile turned savage.
Planning to use less than half of his utmost speed, Yun Beishang found himself feeling completely unobstructed and unperturbed as he took a bit more than a moment to reach the random person he sought after and killed him while trying to just grasp his neck and raise him up into the air. With the shocking disparity of his previous strength, Yun Beishang marveled. He then felt more than fitting of enjoying the occasion. This power, this strength, this brutality; wasn't because of the successful summoning and equipping of his Petals of Destruction Armor Set, but due to his third metamorphosis having taken place already!
While in the game, he was an Evil God and has already met Katia's face after another few months of separation, in his own world; he was powerful like never before! Even when he landed on his stomach flat on the sideways after killing off the remaining ant out of the Yun Clan territory and saved Miriam, he could only have had relied on his 'Mental Power'. But now, Yun Beishang could just simply not even use close to half of his total speed and easily overwhelm one of the few random Specialists who at least seemed to shine like a piece of brilliantine in a 100m x 100m big dark room, and effortlessly end him.
"Team Leader!"
"The Team Leader just... AH!!"
As a few cries finally resounded from the utmost back of the first 100m of the street that Yun Beishang was facing, the people around them noticed the strange 'kr-kcrl- noises and only after a second or two, did they find out their allies having become all torn and blood on the ground as some of the rain droplets slowly sparsed it onto the pavement.
"!!" With even more shock and that of a scare, the surrounding soldiers turned completely fearful while Yun Beishang was already going for the third small group of idiots in the same Platoon and Echelon. His figure moving extremely fast to impossible human and even an Specialist's levels, this time indeed thanks to his summoned Petals of Destruction Armor Set, he made an aggressive claw with his right hand while his left hand formed into an utterly elegant-like claw that made his next victim debate to whether fight and run for his life or to fight the monster instead and die fast, for as he did not believe there was any escape!
Swish!
With a fast swing of his left hand, Yun Beishang aimed his left hand-claw to the forehead of an enemy, lightly tapping onto it as he then moved extremely fast to stand with his body horizontally in the air an above his victim's shoulder-level, Yun Beishang then clawed down at his enemy with his right hand-claw.
Pfruiyl!-Bvreee-VwlshtBvreee-VwlshtBvreee-Vwlsht!
That ordinary soldier's entire body and even armor 'fell down' onto the ground to become either little pieces or mushy flesh and blood and seemingly disintegrated bones. On the ground, right where the ordinary soldier's body was previously standing, a small and concise pool of many unnameable things layed peacefully amidst the slowly falling down rain. But by the time the ordinary soldier's body was in the middle of turning into liquid by just two 'touches' of Yun Beishang's claws, Yun Beishang was already far gone and doing the same to another small group of individuals as a few dozen of ordinary soldiers suffered just about the same path.
These high-end soldiers, with the less experienced of them having about 3 to 4 decades of working in the most hazardy and tricky of missions, operations and movements; became liquid with Yun Beishang's just slight 2 touches with not even the most powerful point of both his claw-like gauntlets merely by using the palms of each.
SWISH SWISH! WHOOOOSH!
Pung! BAM! Splash, splash... BANG BANG BANG! Whoosh...
"AAAAHH!! He's here...!"
"No, no he's here, over here!"
"OVER HERE-Pfruiyl!"
The suited Yun Beishang moved left and right, back and forth between the first few thousand people that were very close to one another, even as they were so close to each other, Yun Beishang still seamlessly moved through every single one of them. His movements were swift and even unnoticeable by the naked eye, but each of his punches, taps with the palms of his hands and slashing five-way with all of his fingers in a swing of his wrists; were being furiously performed by the Yun Beishang whose eyes were slightly glowing a light violet single particle in the middle of his pitch-black pupils and his eyebrows were turned so much that his face represented what the 'vehement' word truly meant.
"Graaaaaaaaaaggghh!!" His hands grasping at the middle of someone's face, Yun Beishang passed his hands through it like it was spaghetti and felt the slices of scalp and hair together adhered to the back of his thrusting hand while the mushy skull turned like jelly to his single touch.
THUD-Pfruiyl! Bvreee-Vwlsht-Pfruiyl! ...Pfruiyl! Pfruiyl! Pfruiyl! Pfruiyl!
"AAH!" With some of 'that' still on his hand, he flapped it backwards to exactly break apart in two the knee of a speedy Specialist who was practically almost flying directly at Yun Beishang, the Specialist didn't even had the time to feel up the sensation of even his entire waist breaking apart already by the sheer waves of force entering his body when he felt the right sides of his ribs be pulled outwards from his body, flying directly onto another few ordinary soldiers whose running towards Yun Beishang and the speedy Specialist were momentarily engaged against each other, only to be stopped as a few bones penetrated to each of their brains and crotches with perfect precision.
Whoosh, whistle!
But the sounds of bones being introduced into more bones did not end there, with the death of those first few ordinary soldiers, a bulky Specialist found his chest cleaved by what could be seen to be a spine of a strong skeleton, and while it knelt onto the ground forcefully; the last sight that he could possibly see before his death was that of that suited monster of a young man holding the spineless and flesh-less skull of his ally while another few dozens of ordinary soldiers were all sprawled around the ground. Around the ground and not just 'on' the ground, because most of them were at least cut in three different pieces by the flying bones that Yun Beishang boned out of his ally with that deader than dead ally of his having his spine lastly taken out of his head and sent straight towards him, the bulky Specialist.
There was one thing they didn't nor could possibly know though, each bone thrown by Yun Beishang were all enshrouded by his 'Mental Power', his bloodline capabilities, in another sense. And it wasn't just that, the rain around them also slowly 'disappeared', but it did not really disappeared; in truth, it was just driven willingly in a manipulated style.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter...
After noticing the initial silence caused by the mere acts of his, Yun Beishang threw the now boring almost flesh-less skull with its eyes still around and listened to the calming falling sound of rain droplets nonstop.
Step, step.
Pitter-patter...
A few seconds passed by, and as Yun Beishang saw in the distance a few Specialists with sharp senses began to frenetically shout about on their communication devices, thousands upon thousands of living targets of his began to advance his way. He barely moved 150 meters away from his initial position, but Yun Beishang felt that the ridiculous, immense and totally overkill-like amount of enemies was to be a tiresome matter to deal with. That's right, tiresome; not difficult.
"Heng..." Snorting derisively, Yun Beishang placed his left arm right below his chin with his left fore arm encircling what he could from his head and his right elbow folding as his right arm was dragged backwards all the way back towards his right shoulder blade, before stepping once but advancing almost 300 meters at once. And while he had performed this utterly powerful dash that might as well be flying for just about less than 5 seconds; Yun Beishang kept his arms and legs 'dancing' through the air as if he owned the laws of itself all the way up towards a sharp-senses of an Specialist.
His torso remained in one same angle and disposition through the entire time, but the same couldn't be told to be so as with his arms, hands nor legs and feet.
His arms always retained a stance of having both his elbows folded but his arms extended out, he would place them either with his wrists to the side of his head or in a way in which a bird's wings would open at fast speeds before starting their flight. In the same manner, his hands would either turn 20 grades to the left or to the right from their general repose position, and his thumbs would always 'lead' the attacks that he would land on every single enemy he just pulverized half a body from or almost all of it for that matter. Sometimes forming a blade, in the most simplest of way. Sometimes, going back to his previous elegant and aggressive claw forms as they used the skulls of others as protection to keep on destroying more and more fleshy bodies and tough armor nonstop; without equal.
His legs were always the ones dictating how his body would fly away, yes, 'fly'. Exactly because of the fact that not only the rain, but the wind itself alone, were seemingly at the mercy of Yun Beishang; he was able to move from left to right, in crescent or even abrupt motions that would even allow him to form a square with just a few movements with the change in his legs positions and motions if he wanted to. His feet would sometimes coil, and each hit he landed with them in that position, arms, huge chunks of flesh and even debris would fly away to normal speeds yet with a speed that was even impossible for a strength-based Specialist to take bluntly, let alone rounds, waves and lines of ordinary soldiers upon ordinary soldiers!
Some other times, his feet would 'relax' fully and prove to be instead, capable of creating an even more impossible effect in the middle of the air as he moved through it, allowing him to get rid of the lives of so many 'ordinary' soldiers in a circular area with a diameter of 15m to 30m in but a moment.
At all times, Yun Beishang moved through the air in a direct line, but that was only for the naked eye. As the fellow Specialist with sharp senses was the only one nearby in 500m that was not clueless to the fact, that this monster, 'Yun Beishang'; had just gotten rid of more than 3,000 men with but a mere 10-15 seconds interval. And in which, even though the vast majority of that number was made with his special, taxing move that he just saw Yun Beishang perform, or so the fellow Specialist of sharp senses thought to be; he knew that Yun Beishang's growth potential was too dangerous. And with the presented dexterity and flexibility of his, Yun Beishang would be able to escape if he wished it to. He realized, that... Yun Beishang was simply letting off the steam of having his lover raped and killed by a notorious criminal!
Since it was so, and it was already too late to stop anything, the fellow Specialist with sharp senses took out another strange and more flashy apparatus, pressed the only button that it had and then became excited as he saw the image of a face. He was just about to speak it clearly and at once, all of it, when...
"Young Ma-"
Bvreee-Vwlsht!
...when Yun Beishang's incoming foot went from his sternum to the top of his head, and as not even the sounds of his bones and organs being simply turned liquid could be heard with the strength of such an upwards kick, the fellow Specialist with sharp senses turned into a reversed 'T' whose body was completely mangled with only his waist and below intact.
"!?!" The face on the screen from the apparatus that the fellow Specialist took out was terrified, never had he seen such a death so gruesome, so ugly, so real!
He was about to puck while his hands seemed to be looking for the 'off' button, but when he looked back at the screen again, he saw an uglier sight.
"..." With Yun Beishang's silence, the young man on the screen saw only a coldness so familiar and strange that paralysis took over him without him even knowing what was up. And from the strong, even attractive and mighty figure of the 'monster' holding the apparatus, the young man could only have the thoughts of such a person being his greatest enemy against his own wishes and that he could also not deny the incredibly better male qualities that he himself, the young master of the Founding Yun Clan had. That strong-looking, manly chest that was furthermore accentuated due to the strange suit he was wearing; the veins on his arms, wrists and hands that were visible even through the tight suit. All of it made the young master on the screen have his eyes shine with envy and unjust, he should've have all that, should he not?!
That was, of course, until he heard a few roughly spoken words with a grave tone, "...Wait for me."
Unlike his previous times where he said the very exact same words towards a few of his women, Yun Beishang's meaning on these was anything but friendly. The apparatus was purposely slowly crushed by Yun Beishang's fingers as the terrified, pale and incredible face of the young master on the other side of the 'call' slowly heard muffled but obvious sounds of the apparatus being destroyed. The young master wanted to say thing, many many awful and venomous things, mostly because it was only him in his own private room and no one around him. But before he could do that, and as he kept on hearing the same muffled, crushing sounds of the apparatus, he saw the screen on it turn awfully nauseating before the sight of countless images emerged on it.
Torn faces, squashed skulls, flying bones, mangled body parts and even those who were Specialists had their bones taken away from their still warm and breathing bodies one by one in a fast speed yet with an even more tormenting effect than any torture the young master has ever had heard or seen about, and that was even when the Yuns were the top-notch at that area even. With at the end of these acts, the Specialists would have their eyes slowly rolling out of their eye sockets as they didn't even had neither skin nor ligaments on their heads, finally dying as their powerful brains and bodies couldn't take it anymore.
"See that?" Yun Beishang spoke again. This time, his voice turned obvious but the Caberg on his head remained tightly shut, not showing anything and simply allowing the young master on the screen of the almost-wholly broken apparatus look at the five flickering in and out eye sockets with several different colors. Colors in which, the young master strangely felt a weird and quirky resonance within his own body and to his surroundings with even some of his body parts feeling electricity and the light of his private room flickering funereally, the air in his lungs going astray, his blood feeling muddy and his feet were as if stepping on quicksand, while his body temperature also rose unthinkable as well. True terror filled the young man who could only hope the best of the best and try to wake up from this nightmare!
"I-I-I-I only got your little girlfriend raped and ki-killed... ... ...yo-you-you can't do this. Look! I'll get you more, you like redheads, right? REDHEADS! I'LL GET YOU MORE REDHEADS!"
But Yun Beishang ignored him, the flickering eye sockets of his Caberg 'emotionlessly' glancing at the young master without a care, as he continued his words, "...I hope you did, you know, see it well. Because that is will I will have you feel. And it won't be long, I just understood. You all, don't deserve to live. And even if you do, even if there is innocent blood in the game, you'll still won't deserve to live."
CRUNCH!
The apparatus finally broke, the young man on the other side of the call had already half-shitted himself scare with his arms folded onto his lower stomach and a widely opened mouth already dried with even dried saliva down the corners of his mouth. Soullessly looking up at the apparatus's screen rested on a stand, for a moment, he couldn't get free from the glaring-like-induced paralysis.
Whistle~... BANG! Bvreee-VwlshtBvreee-VwlshtBvreee-VwlshtBvreee-VwlshtBvreee-Vwlsht...!
On the other hand, as Yun Beishang smelled the approaching; fearful, terrorized, confused but also raging ordinary soldiers and those Specialists commanding them. He tossed the penny-sized chunk of scrap towards a nearby group of ordinary soldiers before it then landed on the grenades that some of them were holding. After it went through some of them at lightning speed, the following scenario of multiple grenades exploding at once and their unison-made sound of them exploding at the same time went out was deeply imprinted in the soon-to-follow ordinary soldiers and even Specialists, as they were now authorized to use lethal weaponry and mass-destructive armament.
"Don't stop, keep moving, use your bodies to hold him on the spot!" An ultra sonic missile that would make waves upon waves of simple sound erratic and enhanced would arrive in less than a minute and a half, and this whole ordeal would finally be over, they would be fine as long as they sacrificed 'just a few' tens of thousands of ordinary soldiers to take out such a never-before-seen monster Specialist. His body was too powerful, and the intel was wrong! How could they deal with him like this? No wonder that young master of the Yuns sent so many of them, even at the cost of some resources! Thought the many Specialists around.
As for Yun Beishang, he had already hear a strange coming object coming his way. What would he do? Well, his grin that was covered by his Caberg was one that his enemies would unfortunately not see, but if they could, they would just shit their own organs out and die a slow death rather than at the hands of such unrealistic 'being'. After all, the partying has just started, no? Yun Beishang has only been dancing for a little while, he still hadn't even gotten rid of even a small, real fraction of their many people; as such, how could he bear to not let out all of his imploding anger and hatred?!!!
Things. Were. Only. Starting.
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