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His aura flared violently, the red energy crackling around him like a wildfire consuming dry wood. His rage was clearly visible, distorting the air between us. Our eyes locked—mine calm, his burning with fury.

With a roar, he swung his fist forward, his entire arm engulfed in that furious red glow.

*BOOM.*

The impact shattered the ground where I had been standing, sending cracks spider-webbing through the stone. Dust exploded into the air, swirling in chaos as the force rippled outward.

The guards stumbled back, shielding their faces from the debris.

Then, silence.

His eyes narrowed as he scanned the dust-filled space and noticing that I am not present there anymore.

"Where did he go?" he snarled, his head jerking side to side, his breath heavy with frustration. The guards around him tensed, gripping their weapons, scanning the area with wary glances.

A smirk played on my lips as I watched from above.

"Looking for me?" I said.

His head snapped up, eyes locking onto me. I sat casually atop the rock near the metallic door, one knee bent, my arm resting lazily across it. The wind tousled my hair as I glanced downward, inspecting the entrance as if I had all the time in the world.

"You little brat!" he spat, fists clenching.

I exhaled through my nose, unfazed. "So, what is it that happens behind this door? I'm curious." My gaze flickered toward him, teasing, yet razor-sharp.

His jaw tightened, his entire body radiating hostility. "Shoot him down!!"

The order left his lips like a bullet.

His guards reacted instantly, ripping their weapons from their holsters. The night exploded with gunfire, the air thick with the crackle of bullets splitting through it. Muzzle flashes illuminated their grim faces, their fingers relentless on the triggers.

But I was already gone.

The moment their weapons fired, I vanished from my perch, my body blurring into motion. I reappeared right before them, standing among them like a ghost, like death itself.

They barely had time to react.

I moved first.

My foot lashed out, catching the first guard under his chin with a sickening *CRACK.* His body lifted off the ground before he crashed back down, unconscious before he even landed.

The second swung his rifle toward me, but I was faster. I caught his wrist, twisting it sharply. *Snap.* He howled, the weapon falling from his grip. Before he could react, my fist buried into his ribs. A sickening crunch echoed as he collapsed, coughing blood.

The third aimed for my head. I dodged, closing the distance in a blur, gripping his throat with one hand. His eyes bulged, fear overtaking his features as I lifted him off the ground. Then, with a simple flick of my wrist, I sent him flying into the others. Their bodies crashed together, toppling like dominoes.

The last one made the mistake of running at me.

I didn't let him.

Pivoting, I drove my knee into his gut so hard that the breath left his lungs in a strangled wheeze. His feet barely touched the ground before my foot slammed into his chest, sending him hurtling backward.

*BANG!*

His body smashed against the stone wall with a sickening force. Blood splattered as his head cracked against the surface. His body slid lifelessly down, leaving behind a streak of crimson liquid down on the ground. Your journey continues with My Virtual Library Empire

The gunfire had stopped.

Silence.

I stood among the bodies of his men, exhaling slowly, my heartbeat steady. The only sound now was the distant crashing of waves and the occasional groan of the unconscious.

Then, from the shadows, his voice rose.

"You…motherfucker."

The man in the blue coat stood alone now, the bodies of his guards sprawled around him like discarded dolls. His chest heaved with anger, his fingers trembling with the sheer force of his fury.

"I will kill you!!" he roared.

His aura erupted—violent, red, hungry. It crackled in the air like an inferno, making the very ground tremble beneath his feet. His bloodshot eyes glowed, his teeth grinding together.

I turned to him slowly.

The darkness stirred around me.

A slow, creeping black aura unfurled from my body, coiling around me like living shadows. The very air shifted, turning heavier, colder. The dim glow of the car headlights behind me cast my silhouette, stretching it unnaturally long.

We stood, head-on. The night swallowed the distance between us.

And in that moment, we both knew—this fight was inevitable.

"I have no clue what it is that makes a few men go crazy over a rejection..." I mused, taking a lazy step forward, my voice calm, almost thoughtful.

His jaw twitched.

"Maybe it's their fragile ego," I continued, tilting my head slightly, "and uselessness that can't accept reality."

His fingers curled into fists. A vein pulsed violently at his temple, and I watched as his aura flared higher, as if my words were stoking the very fire of his rage.

"You sure got a big mouth, college kid..." he muttered, his voice low, dangerous. He rolled his shoulders as though shaking off an invisible weight, his stare burning into mine. "Maybe being around those girls has given you a lot of confidence."

I let a small smirk tug at the corner of my lips.

"Not at all." I stopped a few feet away, watching him closely. "I just happen to have a better character than a man who is twice as old as me."

His nostrils flared, his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. The flames in his eyes burned hotter, swallowing any trace of amusement he once had.

Then, silence.

The wind howled between us, carrying the scent of blood, smoke, and salt from the crashing waves.

His lips parted as if to speak—but he didn't.

Instead, he moved.

With no warning, no sound, he closed the distance between us in a single, fluid motion, his red aura trailing behind him like a streak of fire. His face was inches from mine now, breath ragged, fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white.

We stood there, the night pressing against us, our energies clashing in the space between.

Neither of us moved. Neither of us blinked.

And in that moment, the battle had already begun.