noveltune Chapter 115 Fighting the grade 4 bullies
Chapter 115 Fighting the grade 4 bullies
"Uh... I don't see your group around here," Spike replied with a sneer, his eyes glancing around the empty training field as his friends chuckled, their laughter laced with malice. "And maybe I wasn't clear. I'm not asking—I'm telling you. If you don't give us our share, you're dead. We're all Grade 4s, and your group isn't here to back you up. You've got no choice," Spike continued, cracking his knuckles as the menace in his voice grew.
"So that's how it is?" Silas muttered, his voice low and tinged with the kind of quiet, simmering anger that only made the threat behind his words more potent.
Rising to his feet, he kept his back turned to them for a moment, an image of calm before a storm. He reached into his arsenal and summoned his Ghost Face mask, sliding it on in a smooth, almost ritualistic motion. As the dark visor settled over his face, hiding his features, he finally turned, his gaze—a piercing, unyielding glare—fixed on Spike and his group.
A wave of confusion rippled through them, their smug confidence visibly faltering.
"Huh? What's with the mask?" Spike blurted out, his mocking tone breaking as a look of uncertainty crept into his eyes.
"This is to protect my identity in case I end up deciding to let you all live," Silas replied coldly, his voice deepened and distorted by the mask, its tone edged with something dark and foreboding. "You're lucky I didn't get a kill notification from the system—because if I had, you'd already be dead." The weight of his words hung in the air, sending a chill through his audience.
"The system? What the hell is he talking about?" one of the boys muttered, casting a confused glance at his companions.
Spike's expression twisted in anger as he tried to reassert his control over the situation. "Hey, you! Quit acting tough and hand over the valuable body parts you collected if you wish to live!" he shouted, his face flushed with rage as two of his companions took a step forward, fists clenched and ready.
Silas stood unmoved, his posture calm but exuding an intimidating air of power. "If you value your lives," he warned, his voice carrying a deadly calm, "you won't take another step."
One of the advancing boys sneered, glancing dismissively at Silas's waist. "You don't even have a weapon or skill slot," he spat mockingly, gesturing with a derisive wave of his hand.
Silas tilted his head, the eerie gleam of his visor catching the light. "I don't need one," he stated, the certainty in his tone unnerving even the most confident of them.
They exchanged uneasy looks, but their bravado won out as they charged forward, fists clenched and swinging.
Their arms swelled, flesh and bone transforming, fists growing to the size of a giant's, making the ground tremble beneath their advancing weight. Their faces twisted with exertion, yet Silas remained still, his posture betraying no fear, no inclination to dodge.
As they closed in, the massive fists sliced through the air, aiming straight at him. But in the final second, he shifted, a single step back letting the two miss him entirely. The two boys, off-balance, hastily retracted their fists, swinging again with renewed aggression. Silas sidestepped with fluid precision, his movements swift and effortless.
Silas could've countered then, but he waited, his calm patience taunting them, letting them expend energy and scramble. Frustrated, they threw more desperate punches, their fists now growing even larger—double the size of a giant's.
No matter how fast or hard they punched, Silas was faster, his reflexes sharp as he dodged their attacks with ease. His gaze stayed focused, watching every move, reading their intentions. When they closed in, aiming for a final, decisive strike, Silas ducked low in a fluid motion. As their fists whizzed overhead, missing by inches, he seized the opening.
Without hesitation, he drove an uppercut from below, his clenched fist meeting the chin of the nearest boy with a resounding crack.
The boy snarled, frustrated by his inability to land a hit, and in a final desperate move, he lunged at Silas, leaping forward with claws bared and teeth gleaming. Silas shifted, preparing to counter, but a sudden jolt of energy rippled through him.
[Soul Control has been activated]
[Unable to use Soul Control]
The failure stunned him, but his instincts kicked in just in time, allowing him to swerve to the side. As the boy missed his mark, Silas swung his fist, connecting with brutal force and sending him sprawling.
Silas wasted no time, advancing on the dazed boy. Shadows fell over his form as he leaped, delivering a crushing axe kick to the boy's head.
BAM!
The ground seemed to reverberate as Silas's heel met its mark. The boy crumpled, eyes fluttering shut as he slipped into unconsciousness.
The remaining members of Spike's group could only stare, fear etched across their faces.
"That guy... just who is he?"
"Wait... that mask... It looks just like the one worn by the fighter in the ranking arena! Wasn't he called... Ghost Ranger?"
Realization dawned, their terror intensifying as Silas slowly shifted his gaze toward them, his expression unreadable beneath the mask.
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Author's note:Mass release for the coming weekend?
10 Golden Tickets= 2 extra chapters.
A luxury Car (Gift) = 5 extra chapters.
A Magic Castle/ Dragon (Gift)= 20 extra chapters mass release for the coming weekend and also to fill up new privileges chapters.
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