The Way of a Demon Lord

Chapter 184: The Grand Pearl (3)

Sorry for the delay. I hid two puns in this chapter. Let’s see how many can spot it.

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The mobsters kept the momentum they got from their combine battle cry. They charged towards the youth who dared to intrude into their own den, who dared to kill their own brothers before them.

They took out all sorts of weapons- swords, whips, sabres, daggers, hammers and maces. Elements manifested and enchanted the weapons; some engulfed fire while some whirled like a burgeoning storm, some hid themselves in a watery mist, but the most gave off an aura of heaviness- as if they would crush anything that stood before them.

Adrian remained calm in face of the incoming wave of attacks. His eyes were that of a spectator looking at a circus, his grin were that of a glutton in front of a hearty meal, and his restless claws were that of a hunter ready to snatch its prey.

Soon, the first few attacks connected- at least they appeared to. The enchanted weapons passed through empty air. The youth… was gone.

“He’s here!” Someone shouted, prompting everyone to look at the announcer.

Adrian was sitting at a corner, leisurely playing with one of the other naked whores in the room. His claws left behind bloody marks on her rounded breasts. But she did not dare to retort, only holding back her tears and biting her lips in return.

“Let’s make a bet, shall we?” He whispered into her ear. His gentlemanly voice belied his psychopathic smile.

“Ye… yes?” She barely uttered.

“You are going to pleasure yourself while I kill these hindrances over there.” He pointed at the crowd who lost all their momentum and now were alert.

“If you can hold your orgasm back until I kill them all, you win and I will let you leave. And if you can’t, your condition will be worse than the two over there.” He pointed at the two bodies beside the leader, her comrades who had their breasts ruptured. “Got it?”

“Ye… yes.” A tear escaped her eyes.

“Begin.” He got up from the bench and looked at the goons. “Playtime’s over.” He began to walk ahead- steadily, brandishing his claws.

The prostitute opened her legs and began to rub her lower lips, and prayed as she delved herself in self-gratification.

Once the young man came close enough, everyone lost the reservations they had and attacked him with full force. Everyone had already planned to hit the intruder from different angles now, to ensure that he could not escape this time.

The plan was clever and of course- good. But alas, in front of the mid level Adrian, they were too… slow.

The weapons connected with emptiness again. The only weapon that had contact with live flesh and blood were a pair of ghastly claws.

“Aaah!” Everyone screamed as claws pierced through the skin and meat of all. The youth ‘walked’ pass through them with unimaginable speed.

Blood drenched the concrete floor of the hall. The eyes that depicted alert at first now only betrayed horror. But for better or worse, they were safe for now.

After all, the ‘monster’ ‘missed’ their vitals. 

The bald leader frowned. This was getting out of hands. But the opponent had yet to show all of his cards. So, he decided to observe for now.

Adrian turned to the woman. Both of her fingers were inside her pussy, slowly thrusting to and fro. Her eyes were closed- most probably thinking of every turn-offs there could be.

He turned back to the bloodied crowd. “Tsk. You guys are no fun.” He disappeared.

He suddenly appeared in front of a sword wielder and drove all of his claws through the poor man’s skull. He died on the spot. Blood poured out from seventeen of his orifices.

He disappeared again, only to appear between two other. They began to run at two different directions. But alas, they were not anywhere as fast as his claws.

Adrian’s claws pierced through their backs as he clasped their spines. With one hard tug, he tore them out of their bodies.

Two dangling whips of bones hanged from his hands as the two bodies thumped to the ground. 

“Cowards.” He dropped the pair of burdens to the ground.

Soon, all of them were lying on the ground- lifeless, disorganised.

Tens of bodies now littered the floor. Along with them were innards- organs that could not be connected to their owners, past owners. 

“Mmh… Aah” The prostitute squirted her juices out. She finally opened her eyes. She heaved a sigh of relief. She never thought that a mass murder such as this would bring peace to her heart.

“Oh.” Adrian raised his brows. “You survived? What a shame.”

A wry smile formed on her face. She did not have any hopes for survival anyway. What she did now was not a test, but rather a last attempt at getting pleasure before her death.

“We are recruiting girls. Want to join?” He asked as he looked into her eyes.

“Yes!” She did not even have to think. Joining the man means that she would survive.

“Give the Pink Willows a visit tomorrow. Take your friends with you.” He gave her one last glance before turning to the boss.

The young woman ran away from the room, not bothering to dress herself up.

“So, the Pink Willows run by that bitch is actually under a syndicate?” The big man glared at the abnormal youth. “I always thought something was wrong about that whorehouse of hers, but couldn’t get to the bottom of it.” He smirked. “Now that you revealed yourself, do you think it will see the light tomorrow?”

“I don’t know.” Adrian shook his head. “But I am sure of one thing.” He stared back into the brutish eyes of the bald man. “This is the last day for you, and the Grand Pearl.”

“Hmph!” The man stood up. “Just because you killed a few low level augmenters, you think you are some big shot?” He stood up, revealing his true height which almost touched seven feet. “I will show you what a high level can do.”

“Sure. Proceed.” Adrian beckoned.

The man took the pole armed hammer that was standing right beside the throne and began to swirl it in the air.

One could feel its heaviness from just having a look. It created a buzzing sound as it clashed with the air above.

“Don’t bother saying your prayers, boy. Even Ervil can’t save you!”

“That mere human you weaker humans deified?” Adrian snorted. “Even the real deities never dared to look into my eyes.” He declared with absolute arrogance.

The man did not bother replying to his obvious boasts and leapt at him. His exceedingly fast speed belied his gigantic stature and the heavy weapon he wielded. In a moment, the gap was closed, the hammer was right before the youth’s head.

*Ding!*

The sound of the contact were akin to something heavy smashing against a heavy metal. Adrian was standing on the same spot, even his foot did not move by an inch. His right hand was holding the heavy hammerhead, hid face- emotionless.

“Is this the best you can do?” Adrian smirked, sending chills down the man’s spine.

The man had already seen the abnormal youth in action before and conjectured that the difference in strength was not that large. But he was wrong! And terribly so. The youth before him was a monster! Seeing no hope of victory, he decided to escape.

“Already?” Adrian mocked. “Did you ask for my permission?”

Sizzling sound erupted as the man’s hammer made from magical materials began to disintegrate.

“<Corrosion>?” The man asked in panic as he gave the intruder a look again.

Black eyes. Otherworldly looks. Blessed talents.

“Adrian Darkheart?” His eyes widened.

“Ohho. You are quite informed about the world above I see.” Adrian replied. “And you are quite lucky- to have spoken my name as your last words.”

The suddenly felt a sharp pain and looked. His blurring eyes could only see his body falling off in parts, innards spilling out.

Adrian’s other claws was giving off a blackish glow.

The giant man was nothing but a mess of sliced flesh, bones and organs lying on the ground now. The hammer had already corroded to nothingness.

He snapped his fingers as he walked towards the exit of the room. 

A gigantic black magic circle covered the entire floor. Black slimy liquid gushed out from underneath.

“Rufusa tribe. Black Skulls. The secret to inhumane strength. Interesting.”