Face-Slapping System

Multiple gunshots resounded at the next minute continuously.

Two, Three, Seven and Eight came back to Roland's side a while later, no relevant expressions on their face aside from the fact that they were surprised by Roland's decision.

It was just moments ago that Roland refused to kill any person, however, he actually ordered them heartlessly just now.

Seeing them looking at him that way, Roland only shook his head before saying, "It's nothing. Who knows if Razor could still sacrifice them with his mystical power. Cultivators are indeed scary, we can't afford to let down our guard when we face them again in the future, alright?"

The four of them nodded their heads in unison, liking the fact of how straightforward his reason was.

There was no hypocrisy and silly reasons, he decided to kill them as they might prove to be a problem later. They liked his decision.

On the other side, Razor widened his eyes in surprise the moment he realized that Ten was getting closer to him again.

"What?"

A dumbfounded expression appeared in his eyes as Ten moved closer in another instant. He blinked his eyes a few times as he ran, making sure that he was not hallucinating. After confirming that he truly wasn't, he cursed at the top of his lungs, "Shit!"

Razor suddenly got goosebumps as he thought of the unusual situation. It was only a moment ago that he was clearly faster than his opponent, now, the situation had suddenly changed and his opponent would now be able to reach him in a few moments.

He thought that he might be using some mystical techniques like him as well, however, after confirming that there was still no trace of Heaven Energy around his opponents body, Razor finally discarded this idea and accepted the fact that he was only using his physical strength to run even faster than him.

A shiver went down his spine as he recalled the brute earlier who completely overpowered him with just pure physical strength as well.

'Just who are these people!? Just who did I offend for that shitty councilor?' This thought surfaced in his mind.

At this moment, Razor was already beginning to question his decisions.

His thoughts grew chaotic as he suddenly felt a chill on his spine. The next moment, Razor felt a cold hand grasping his nape. His body suddenly stopped from moving, as his foot left the ground and was thrown forward due to his running momentum.

"Finally caught you," Ten muttered as he grasped Razor's nape.

Razor struggled to get free and was just about to punch Ten on his stomach when Ten yanked him backwards with a great force. He felt as if he was a trash getting thrown away to the trash bin a few meters away. His body drew a straight line in the air as he crashed into a huge innocent tree.

Razor let out a mouthful of blood the moment his body smashed on that tree.

The body he was using right now was only that of an ordinary human. He only branded this slave not too long ago and had not given him the resources to cultivate yet. If not for the fact that it was due to a desperate situation, he would not even want to transfer his soul to this body at all.

Now this body was only at Peak Level 2 and this was only temporary level as well brought upon by the Soul Transfer. This Peak Level 2 power was also hollow and would be able to contend with real Peak Level 2 at all.

If not for that fact, he would have surely not tried to attack Sparkling Buds at all and just hide in a corner to recuperate. However, he wanted to take the chances he had, and it ended up backfiring on him.

He wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth as he got up sluggishly, "Y-you! How did you become strong all of a sudden without using a mystical technique!?"

The strangeness of this situation truly baffled Razor. He wanted to hear the answer so bad.

The method of getting stronger amidst a battle was supposed to be his specialty. By using his Power Slaves as sacrifice, he can let his strength soar in the middle of a match in order to take his opponent by surprise.

However, this opponent of his had also done that, and more fluently than him. What was mind blogging was that the opponent did not even use any Heaven Energy, much less a Mystical Technique.

Hearing his question, Ten merely scoffed as he arrived in front of Razor with a flash, "Ask your mother about it!"

A punch struck Razor squarely in the chest. Due to how quick the fist was and coupled by the fact that he was now injured, Razor was not able to dodge the attack and took it all head-on. His body smashed into the tree once again, the pitiful tree shook for a moment before the dead leaves started to fall one by one as if it was the fall already.

Ten was a savage, every time Razor started to get up, he would pummel him to the ground effortlessly without badly injuring him. He could do so with unarmed combat skill. The only reason why he left Razor alive was due to the fact that One and Roland were coming here.

And indeed, over four minutes later, One arrived along with the shaky Gustav.

Seeing Razor getting beaten black and blue under the huge tree, One nodded his head to Ten before he went in front of Razor.

"Razor?" He asked, even though he kind of knew the answer already.

Razor grinned with his broken teeth, "Why asked if you know the answer already?"

One shook his head seeing that Razor's attitude had still not changed even after the beating that he went through.

"Tie him up and wait for Master," One waved his hands as he walked back to the Veloz.

Gustav took a glance at the man who got beaten and was confused. "T-this is not Razor," he stated.

____

____

Please continue reading at the Author's Note below.

THIS CHAPTER UPLOAD FIRST AT NOVELBIN.COM