Chapter 102: Futile Struggle Under the thundering sky filled with heavy rain, inside a big entertainment house was a scene of more than 40 well-equipped guards currently struggling to get a clear view of a hooded man who was encircled by them just a few moments ago. "Huh.. What's happening?" asked one of the guards. Someone using smoke bombs in a group fight wasn't out of the norms but people suddenly feeling like their senses and control over the body weakening in just a few seconds was completely unexpected. "Arrhhh!!" an agonizing scream filled the surroundings and everyone who was encircling Azrael felt a dreary aura encapsulate them. Under his War Dominance.. All the guards felt like an ancient primordial beast was looking at them as if it wanted to devour them and tear their bodies apart. "Charge! He's in the middle!" shouted Erwin as he descended the stairs and prepared to attack Azrael. Clang! Clang! A sound of hard metal clashing against each other came but unlike what they thought, it didn't come from swords or weapons facing each other but Azrael's pikes piercing through the metallic armors of the guards. He took out two red epic rank daggers and dashed towards the group of guards that were walking in circles since they couldn't see his exact location. Swoosh! A black blur passed in between these guards and before anyone could even react, two of the guards had their throats cut open while the third one's head was punctured from the tendrils, passing inside his brain right through his eyeballs. The extremely strong and tensile pikes picked up the dead man in the air and threw the body at the other soldiers who were trying to find Azrael. Thud! "Ah! What's that? What just hit me?!" bellowed a guard in shock. But before he could speak any more words.. A Demonic figure, clad in black with fiery red eyes stood before him. Four black tendrils were coming out of his back and moved like a snake that was about to attack its small and weak prey. "No! Get away from m..." Stab! The man's mouth was pierced through by the extensions and soon the tendrils came out of the other side of his head, not even giving him a chance to scream in fear or wail in pain. Little did these people knew.. That during the night, Kahn was actually three times stronger and faster, his senses such as Survival Instinct and Hunter's Intent were twice more effective. The already 10 times stronger predator was now even 3 times more powerful. After mixing with Sonar Hearing and Heat Sense, both abilities were already accurate to the extent that even if Kahn closed his eyes, he wouldn't have any problem in detecting and finding anyone's location. More so when someone was trying to attack or kill him or when he was hunting people or monsters in a group. He was both Daredevil with his heightened senses & Batman from the Arkham games with his Detective Mode at the same time. So attacking or defending wasn't an issue for him. But for all these people... It would spell their doom. Thwack! Pierce! Stab! Azrael cut off another young guards' head while his extensions punctured holes through two more guards. His last extension stabbed an old guard's shoulder and pulled him closer to Azrael. Kacha! The angel of death stabbed the guard right below his jaw and pulled the dagger out as a stream of blood fell on the floor. His extensions had a 30 meter range while all the guards were under 20 meter proximity. That was the exact reason why Azrael stood in the middle of this hall and allowed all the guards to surround him in the first place. He wasn't going to hunt them down, rather he was going finish them altogether at once while letting them think that they had surrounded and trapped him. Side Hopper! His figure flickered and another guard had his neck pierced by the daggers before he could even react. In just 20 seconds, 8 guards had already died. And once the fear toxin finally had put everyone in a fearful state, all the guards were horrified and some already had wet their pants. With the Hero of Darkness title in effect, they were like a newborn baby fighting against a full-grown Dragon. "Help me!!" a mortifying scream for help resounded in the hall as one man was torn into two pieces by these extensions. His upper body had both the hands intact but the waist and legs of this man were nowhere to be seen. His intestines splattered on the floor as a fountain of blood filled the posh ground. "Ahhhhh!!" "Run!" "Let me go!" One by one, the screams of these guards who once took pride in serving the powerful Malfoy clan were shuddering in fear and losing their will to struggle against this angel of death who was brutally and mercilessly murdering these people. Those who tried to run away were stabbed in their legs with these piked extensions and pulled back inside this white fog. There was no room for escape, there was no chance of running away from the adjudicator. All of their lives were at the mercy of this hooded man before they even realized what was happening. Not even 5 minutes had passed since Azrael started his onslaught and forty guards were swiftly killed. Everywhere his shadow appeared, a body was cut in half, limbs torn and openly cut throats spraying blood on the ground amassed one by one. And more importantly.. They couldn't even see the enemy or had any strength to fight against him. Azrael's War Dominance aura, his fear toxin and his long and lethal extensions had displayed complete control over this battle. Although he was only one man, during this battle.. No, during this one-sided massacre; he was no different than a walking army himself. The fog finally dispersed and a grotesque scenery of torn up bodies, cut down innards and lifeless bodies covered in their own blood was revealed to the young heir of the Malfoy clan. Erwin, who was once seen as one of the most promising young swordsmen in the Flavot city and among the noble clans... Was now cowering in fear and fell on the ground after looking at the aftermath of this gruesome battle. Step! Step! Azrael walked towards the redhead man with steady steps.. Each of his footsteps sounding like a meteorite falling on earth to the noble heir since he was still under the effect of the fear toxin. He couldn't even muster up some strength to get up or fight back. Because Azrael was already a Grandmaster rank fighter but since the fight was happening at night.. The dominance aura would even send chills to a peak Grandmaster rank fighter, let alone an intermediate master rank swordsman. Azrael's extension grabbed both his and legs as they lifted his entire body in the air. "No! Let me go! Don't you know what will happen if you kill me?!" yelled the young heir, trying to use his clan's name to scare the grim reaper in front of him. "Do you think I care?" asked Azrael sarcastically in his domineering tone. "What have we done to you? I don't even know you." asked Erwin as his body felt shivers just by looking at this ghostly figure who appeared to be like a tall mountain to him. "Who sent you?!" he asked haphazardly to the majestic and ghastly figure. "I gave them a swift death.." spoke Azrael as he looked back at the dead bodies of the forty or so guards on the floor. And then he looked right in the eyes of the redhead man. "You on the other hand.. I'm going to take my sweet with you. I don't like torturing people but in your case... I'm gonna enjoy every single second of it!" declared Azrael as he took his dagger and made a cut on Erwin's handsome and charming face. "Oh, by the way.." he spoke again and released his murdering aura and eyes full of bloodlust at the noble clan's heir. His gaze was full of unimaginable wrath. "The Winstons send their regards."