Chapter 104: 104: Clash of Cops (2)

Wyatt had quailed. Another ability user in one day. He himself was blessed with an ability; and so he did not fear the possible, pessimistic outcomes of fighting this battle.

Officers were falling one by one; by what seemed to be a hovering blade. Joan furrowed her brows. She had long drawn her sword. She squeezed it firmly. She was only a cop to not fight for justice but to eliminate people like this masked man murderer before her. After all, it was one of these monsters who had killed her parents. 

Wyatt hesitated. While he was busy flirting with Joan, fellow officers were losing their lives.

He clenched his teeth, and stepped forward. "He's right there in front of you. Don't let his ability fool you. Light him up, boys!!!" he shouted atop his lungs. 

The armed officers had started to fire hundreds of bullets at the invisible figure. However, they saw no blood. Heard no pain. But they had continued until their bullets were out. Erroneous. 

"What the fuck are you waiting for!? Reload!"

The officers had fumbled to reload their weapons. Why hadn't the masked murderer died yet? Was he invisible, or was he a ghost? Their efforts were unrelenting, the truth unbeknown.

At the back of these officers; was a particularly coward young man. His name was Jasper. He did not bring a weapon with him. For he had an ability. Though, his ability was ... quite faulty. His fire could not span wider than his hand. And this fire—his very own flames—would offentimes impose agony upon him. Humilating, it was. 

The worst part about this merciless, ill-fated life of his was that he had no one else, not even himself. He was a lonesome one. Today, however, he had noticed that if it was friends he was seeking, on a battlefield was certainly the wrong place for this.

Suddenly, a blade gashed his back from behind. He groaned, instinctively rolling forward; another slash passing overhead. He fell on his wounded back, such that he could see an invisible blade above him. It was a forthcoming attack. So he cowardly rolled right, and had evaded. 

As the dagger slashed the concrete floor; Jasper had gotten the time to call for help. "Guys! Help me! He's right here!" tears ran down his face like a river. He cried like a baby. 

Jin's invisibility had faded. The officers were able to perceive him. Upon hearing Jasper's cry, the officers all turned around on high alert. Wyatt's face had scrunched in anger. He looked around. The masked murderer had already taken down twelve of them from behind already, and Jasper would have been the thirteenth. 

Joan stood; with a serious facial expression. Many of the officers were falling. The masked murderer was competent with both his magic and his blade. He silently murderered so many of them from behind. Was he as skilled as her? There was, unfortunately, merely one way to find out. 

Jin stood mencacinly; placing his hood over his head, then jamming his hands back into his kangaroo pocket. 

[Endless Mode]

[Eliminate 10 Humans] 

[Task Completed!] 

[+10 Exp] 

[Stats]

[Strength: 40]

[Health: 47]

[Speed: 18]

[Skill: 45]

[Upgrade Points: 3] 

[Exp: 11/70 | Level 9]

[Endless Mode]

[Defeat 20 Opponents] 

[Reward: 20 Exp] 

Jin gave not a care about the other messages on his screen, except for a particularly striking one. One entirely new to him ...

[Challenge Time]

[All of your skills are temporarily deactivated for 10 minutes. You must survive.] 

[Reward: 10 Exp]

Unfortunately, his mask was also a skill. And as such, it had also deactivated, vanishing from

his face. His identity was revealed. And now; all of these officers were to be killed. 

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Joan scrutinized Jin's countenance. There was a subtle confusion to which she could now perceive. Why had he suddenly revealed himself to them? Was he not using invisibility again? There was no longer a stark green glow to his eyes. 

The battlefield was paused. 

Joan furrowed her brows; walking up to Wyatt. Wyatt was at a lost for words. The masked murderer was Jin all along. He knew this kid. The hopeless crippled kid who he had helped in the past. The same kid whose grandma made him cookies? He suddenly felt an abrupt weakness to his core. 

"Wyatt," said Joan, "it's time to end him. We must move fast. I think the boy is out of mana. Now that we've seen his face—he's obligated to try killing us all."

Wyatt—physically buffed—stared with widened ears. He could not kill his shock, and so he could not move his lips to form a reponse. 

"Wyatt," Joan called again. "Send in the ability users. We, S ranks, remain in the middle of the armed men for protection; while our ability users tire him out."

Wyatt had finally snapped out of it. The kid was probably not the same. He couldn't have been Jin. Jin was crippled. Wyatt hesitated. "R-right," he furrowed his brows, "All B-Ranked officers .... charge!!!"

The B ranks had fumbled a trifle. But had eventually mustered bravery to lunge toward the masked murderer. After the first man ran in, one after the other had pursued. They all knew that it was somewhat suicidal but bothered not to care too gravely.

Jin quickly raised his hand as the cops rushed toward him. A dagger had manifested in this hand. His skills were deactived; but the same did not go for his weapons. The nearest cop was Jasper who loitered on the floor. 

Before the others could arrive; Jin quickly hurtled the dagger down at Jasper. Jasper cowardly turned his head, closed his eyes, and raised his hand. The blade was sufficiently sharp as to impale his wrist. He groaned in pain; reaching for the dagger. As soon as he had touched it, it vanished. 

The officers assaulted Jin. He dashed right, and slashed. Then left, slashing a crowd of cops. Suddenly, a cop bent over and touched the ground. The earth shifted, and faulted. And then a boulder of concrete shot out from the floor. Jin had dashed backward in time such that he had evaded. 

A cop came running on the wall, and kicking Jin to his chest. Jin steadied on his feet. He quickly slashed his dagger; decapitating the officer. 

Officers lunged toward Jin, one after the other. Relentlessly, Jin slashed. He slashed and slashed. Drawing forth blood, and opened flesh. Permanent scars. But the victims needn't fret ... after all they would certainly not be alive. Not when Jin was finished with them, at least. 

[Defeat 20 Opponents]

[Progression: 9/20 kills]

Jin clenched his teeth as an officer rammed a fist into his stomach. Jin quickly slashed at assailant's chest. Then, he launched a foot into his chest. Another drew spikes from his body, and shot Jin to his arm from afar.

Jin groaned; stumbling a trifle on his feet. Then he had gotten impaled for the second time. Then came a third. He could not dodge, and the spikes had a poisonous effect to them. His vision began to blur. 

[Effect: Poison] [+ 2 Ressistance] 

Jin staggered on his feet, his arms dangling at his sides, as more officers lunged in. An officer—with a fist magically enchanced to that of metal—buried his fist into Jin's eye socket. Jin groaned the hardest he had ever in his life. 

[HP: 26/47] 

More officers charged. Boulders of molten rock shot up from the surface and slammed into Jin's body. He barely steadied again; staggering on his feet. He lifelessly slashed his blade, scoring only a measly few times. 

Spikes relentlessly peirced through his body. It penetrated his flesh and muscle like pain, delivering a searing pain that subtly burnt. After several rounds of penetration, Jin still hadn't succumbed. He steadied on his feet again. 

An officer with a flame ability, constantly smacked him to his body. It felt like being hit by meteors. The cop was fast. Eligible to be an S-rank officer on Jin's part. But in truth, his speed was his least impressive skill. He wasn't getting faster ... Jin was only getting slower, unfortunately. The poison had drugged him till dissiness. But there was fight left in him, despite lacking skills. 

Jin had mustered strength to thrust his blade as the officer pounced with a hand engulfed in flames. The dagger had penetrated the officer's heart. His eyes bulged. He looked down at the dagger, and then looked up at Jin again. Through burst gums and broken teeth, the officer was able to recognize an evil smirk on Jin's countenance. 

Distracted, Jin was unable to dodge a forthcoming attack. A baton hit him to his temple. The robust material collided with his head, and shook his skull. He felt as though bits of his soul had been knocked out. 

He collapsed right then; seeing nothing but distorted blurs. Still, he had managed to retain his smirk. 

[HP: 10/47] 

"Now's our chance to finish him once and for all!"

"Get the little fucker!"

Suddenly, it grew silent after a warping noise had sounded. Jin heard not even footsteps of the men who were just charging him. He frowned. What was taking them so long? Slowly, he stood, keeping his eyes closed. 

"What's the matter?" he asked, "You having second thoughts, or are you all too weak to kill a fallen teenager?" He slowly opened his right eye. And only the right he could open. His left was, unfortunately lost. However, this single eye was sufficient as to allow him to see a figure standing in front of him—defending him from the officers.

It was a tall figure; freakishly tall if was to amend. How did he get there so—

That was recognition dawned on Jin's countenance. It was Officer Alexandro, the man who had freed him from prison in retrocspect.

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