God Of Crafting

Chapter 38: Kidnapping?!

Two suited men grabbed me by my shoulders before pulling me with all their strength, all their weight, hoping to toss me into the backseat of the car.

As it turned out, rather than opening the doors to let someone out, the guy I'd noticed before was doing so to force someone... No, to force me inside.

Okay.

With a simple jerk of my right shoulder, I freed my arm only to spin on my heel and throw a casual, thoughtless punch at the other man.

And that's where the main problem with me and fighting came.

This thoughtless punch of mine was just like the thousands upon thousands of thoughtless punches I would throw when relying on just my reflexes and habits for the sake of getting into a focused mood.

So, while this wasn't the kind of punch that would give me the satisfaction of perfection, not even by a long shot...

It was still a punch that I didn't hold myself back on!

Crunch!

The nose of the huge man in the suit just... collapsed under the weight of my fist as I pushed its tip, its bridge, and then its entirety inside of the man's skull.

'Situation?'

With adrenaline now pumping into my blood, the world seemed to slow down a considerable bit. Yet, not having the time to even look around, I could only glance around, limited to just the angles that were already well within the reach of my eyes and didn't require any further moving of my head.

Still, what I found out wasn't in the least encouraging.

The people... were so shocked by the sudden and extremely rapidly developing events that they just... stood around, staring at the commotion with not a single thought flashing on their faces.

I couldn't tell how the situation looked behind me or in any other place my glance couldn't reach... But if the people within my field of vision were THAT frozen, then what logic would ever allow me to think others wouldn't be the same?

A hand once again grasped at my right arm.

The guy whose nose I just smashed ignored the pain and disorientation of such a serious punch, not to mention the damage of having their nose actually forced back into their skull...

As it turned out, however, this grab was merely a last hurrah of the man whose eyes soon turned cloudy as his whole body collapsed down to the ground.

And for but a moment, everything just... stopped.

'Did I just...'

Before I could start feeling the dread of actually claiming a life, I saw the man's chest move. Yet, right as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief...

Thump.

'That's new,' I thought as what I initially took for quite the weak punch suddenly enriched with the sensation of slight, cutting pain and then...

An overwhelming sense of cold and numbness that exploded out from the part of my back someone struck.

A jerk of my hips powerful enough to make the two men slam into the car's roof, giving me just enough time to twist over onto my back and then throw a powerful jab right into the abdomen of the man below the other, jab powerful and precise enough for the man's face to bloat as he attempted to hold back the content of his stomach from spilling out.

"SIT STILL OR I WILL SHOOT YOU!" a man sitting in the front of the car pulled out a gun while screaming in panic... While his hands moved perfectly smoothly only to arrive at their destination and stay locked right on my forehead without as much as a twitch.

And as I looked down inside the barrel...

Something at the very bottom of my soul just...

Something snapped.

A strange fire erupted from my groin and surged upward, suppressing the sense of overwhelming coldness and numbness that continued to fight for supremacy over my body with every passing moment. But for just this instant, it became nothing more but a laughable tingle when compared to the fire that exploded from within me, threatening to spill all over.

And just like back when I could merely observe what I would be crafting with my meditation guiding my hands, the sense of fury, danger, humiliation, and refusal... All of them mixed into a drink that set off this sea of emotions ablaze.

The force that merely aided my desperate movements before now grew strong enough to ascertain its authority over my flesh.

Which proved to be completely unnecessary, when a whisk of this strange, burning energy simply...

Under the guidance of what had to be my Qi, my hand just... flew forward.

It was no hasty move aimed at disarming the gunman. It was way too casual, too... simple of a thing.

The very moment the tips of my hand touched just the very front of the barrel, a part of the burning energy within my soul suddenly got sucked away... only for the gun to suddenly fall apart right within its holder's hand, falling down to the bottom of the car as a mere pile of tiny parts it was originally made up with.

Even its frame, which should be just a solid block of precisely shaped metal, turned into just a bunch of scrapped shards of materials, ready to be reused in another project.

Then, the whisk of power returned to me, seemingly unchanged by the work it just did.

"Wha...?!"

Everything was happening so fast, that my assailants only managed to utter a word when some sort of crazy, impossible idea exploded in my head.

'If I can dismantle the gun away...'

It was crazy, impossible, and outright stupid. Thankfully, though, with the fire of my soul threatening to burn me from within, all three of those words have all but lost their meaning.

Deprived of his gun, the man in the front passenger's seat attempted to smash his head into my face, resorting to much simpler and less sophisticated methods of ascertaining domination over someone else...

But by now, it was too late.

With a single glance, I saw the driver trying to split his focus between steering the rapidly accelerating car and pulling out his own gun on me...

But again, it was all too little and too late.

Because while my assailants were either trying to smash me unconscious or pull their guns on me...

I simply reached out and pulled this burning energy of mine on them. And as my hand found its target long before actually touching it, the heat in my eyes exploded again, only for all of this overwhelming force within my soul to all get sucked as it rushed to fulfill the task I prescribed it with.