"If you let him go alive, I will kill you al…"

"How about you face here instead?" Max asked as he appeared directly in front of the man in the blink of an eye with a sinister grin on his face as his claws shot towards the vessel's face at immense speed.

"Screw you!" The vessel randoared as it swiftly ducked down causing the claws to slice above his head and without hesitation, he smashed his own claws right into Max's abdomen, slicing a few inches deep drawing blood while the dragon staggered backwards in mild pain. "Ha! Watch how I claw your face out next!" He shouted as he bolted towards the dragon.

"All these for just a single scratch?" Max asked as in front of everybody, the wound was beginning to heal and close at an interesting rate and in a flash, he was healed just in time for the vessel to appear with a roundhouse kick towards his head.

But Max calmly lifted his hand, about to grab onto the leg when the vessel grinned and suddenly yanked his leg back and then swiftly swung it from down below, striking Max in the face and sending him staggering backwards again.

Before he could regain his footing, the vessel was already in front of him and in a flash, he began pummeling Max with kicks from all corners and all directions. A kick to the face, a kick to his legs, a kick to his neck, his head, shoulders and so on.

The speed with which each kick landed was so blaring that the civilians at the far back were unable to even keep up as the leader of the dark forces kept blistering all around the dragon. Kicks and punches flew like a blur, striking and forcing the dragon to bleed continuously.

Even with hit after hit landing, a constant smile could be seen on Max's face as he didn't make a single attempt to block the strikes. He was being pushed back more and more, gusts of wind blasting across the area as the ground cracked under the thunderous impacts hitting his body.

Some of the civilians even clutched their heads in shock, unsure whether they were witnessing bravery, madness, or something far more terrifying hiding beneath that grin.

"What's going on? Why isn't he reacting or moving?" One of the pincer gang members asked in confusion as they watched the exchange going on.

"Probably because the leader of the dark forces gang is too fast for him to react."

"Honestly, I wonder why they even bothered showing up in this town and what their objectives are."

"Where even is leader Ava? Did they actually harm her? Is that why she isn't coming out? Damn it!"

"He still isn't even lifting a finger. There is a reason Ava didn't wage war against the gang in the first place after the first confrontation. And then some wannabe hybrids come out of nowhere and think they can do something."

"But what if he can actually do something? What if they can help drive these monsters out of our town?!" One of the gang members let his emotions run wild as he screamed the last part out.

"Shut it!" One of the others hurriedly motioned but it was too late, because one of the two demon vessels in their midst heard the declaration and turned towards the speaker and in a flash, appeared directly in front of the man.

"Say that again." The vessel coldly muttered, teeth bared as he glared straight into the soul of the man standing before him.

"I…I…I…" the man stuttered for several seconds, his teeth clattering loudly against each other while fear crawled all over his body. Before he could force out another word, a loud bang echoed. Everyone instinctively turned toward the noise and saw Jim slaying vessels one after another with wild ferocity.

It looked like he had suddenly received a massive surge of strength as he moved from one vessel to the next, cutting them down without hesitation.

Although he made it look effortless, his body was actually at its breaking point, but he kept pushing on with pure grit. Watching Jim fight gave the terrified man a surge of courage. He slowly turned back around to face the demon vessel in front of him.

"I said, I wish these hybrids would slay you all d…"

TCHWK!

The man's eyes instantly went lifeless. His head slid clean off his neck and hit the ground with a dull thud. The vessel's claws dripped warm blood as silence spread like wildfire. Every other person froze in horror, eyes widened, not daring to make even the slightest sound.

"Is there anybody else that shares the same sentiments?" the demon vessel asked in a stone cold voice as he glared at the dozens of men, his eyes glowing like dim lanterns in the night.

Nobody dared move. Nobody dared breathe. The gang member's body toppled to the ground with a heavy thud, his severed head rolling across the dirt for a few long seconds.

The moment it stopped, a massive gust of wind exploded from the distance, slamming into every single person watching the fights. The killer slowly turned toward the source, and what he saw made his spine tremble.

A bloodied Max stood there.

A human drenched head to toe in blood. His face, arms, torso and legs were soaked, streaked, and splattered. His shirt was long gone, torn to shreds, leaving his upper body bare and terrifying.

Red scales covered his skin, each scale stained with blood. The most chilling sight of all was his face. His entire face was soaked in blood, yet a wide smile stretched across it so far that his white fangs gleamed brightly.

And in his grip… was the fist of the dark forces leader.

Max stood rooted to the spot, staring at the vessel and everyone else. His eyes flickered yellow, burning with a wild, unrestrained fury that made even the vessels twitch with unease.

"I could have easily dodged and avoided all your attacks these past few minutes. I could have done it without breaking a sweat. But do you know why I chose to stand here and let you keep attacking?" Max asked coldly, his voice carrying through the area with an icy hush that made backs stiffen.

"I wanted to show you how weak, helpless and useless even your strongest attack is. So begone, weakling."

RIIIIIP!

The sound tore through the air as Max yanked his hand back, ripping the demon vessel's entire arm clean off. Blood sprayed in a violent arc. Without missing a beat, Max swung the severed arm and smashed it into the vessel's face with all his strength, lifting him off the ground and hurling him several metres away with a thunderous impact.

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