บท 50: Reveal

The noble master and servant were fervently watching the scene unfurl in front of them. They didn't want to miss a single frame of the fight.

Others were running for their lives, in fact, they were too scared to get tangled in such a mess.

Sounds of disarrayed footsteps resounded all over the place.

"Let's leave!" Said one short-haired middle-aged man, his hand was grabbing the wrist of a charming lady. "Hurry, this will soon turn into a mess!" He urged her as his steps accelerated.

The lady's eyes couldn't leave the mysterious black-haired youth. He left her such a deep impression that the sounds coming from her husband didn't even enter her ears. Though, sensing the urgency of her man's repetitive arm pulls, she could only unwillingly follow his hurried pace. She looked one last time at that juvenile figure dressed in martial art attire, before disappearing in the middle of the escaping mob.

After a few seconds of cacophonous disorder, the rooftop was close to being empty. The few figures that were still there were youths from well-known families that had nothing to worry about.

Their sense of security was so absolute in the city that even in front of a battle. Their eyes were glued to the confrontation in front of them.

Fell and the armored general traded several blows in a few seconds. Fell spent most of his attention on diverting the blows of the general. Leaving enough time for the rooftop's customers to leave the scene.

"This should be enough." He assessed as he saw the police squad help the others leave the scene.

He couldn't help but feel happy as he saw Walter look at him with worry in his eyes. For Fell, that look meant the world as they were too few fellow humans who looked at him like that. He was always used to being looked at like a piece of trash lying at the edge of the pavement.

He looked at the sky while making sure to enjoy the blissful sensation his heart was sending him.

"You're from that trash's family." He said without looking at his opponent. "I killed him because he deserved it. Trash like him shouldn't be alive as they will only be rotting humanity's value."

Hearing the youth speak for the first time. The old general couldn't help but stay silent as he was conscious of the truth. Mimicking Fell, he also looked at the same direction and silently pondered before answering.

"This old man is only a soldier. I was born a soldier, I grew up a soldier. I will die a soldier!" He firmly spoke. Showing Fell that what he was doing wasn't his choice, but a necessity for the Golden Family.

"And… even if he was just trash. You overstepped your boundary by sentencing him to death. And by doing that you declared war to our Golden Family." He paused and looked at the youth in front of him. "This old man's body is too frail as it looks like my technique was seen through by someone this young. Please do tell this old man your name."

Fell couldn't help himself from birthing a seed of respect to the soldier in front of him. A war veteran of his caliber couldn't be disrespected even as an enemy.

"My name is Fell." He responded while looking straight at the old general.

"Good name!" A laugh resounded from the helmet. "Now I will come at you at full speed!"

"Come!" Fell responded with clear battle intent in his tone. He didn't wait for the old man to come as he directly unleashed his body's cultivation.

His body shone with a soft red light. His muscle bulged and squirmed under his clothes. Hopefully, his martial attire could expand. The floor under their feet trembled as power kept being generated from Fell's body.

Ever since his last breakthrough, he couldn't help but feel impressed by his own body's growth.

"The Massin Martial Art sure is great…" He thought while feeling grateful for Anzar's teachings. "I need to get even stronger! This world is rotten and will keep rotting away! And I feel that a calamity will soon hit upon humanity!"

Remembering the old general move. An idea popped in his mind. Speed was always one of his most powerful traits.

His feet dug deep in the marble floor as he spends his upmost concentration on accumulating strength in his toes. His quads bulked, tripling in size under the shocked expression of the few spectators. Linking every single joint of his body, he darted forward in the blink of an eye.

Fast wasn't enough to describe the speed of his motion. As soon as his toes released the strength that was accumulating in his feet. An explosion resounded as the floor under his feet turned to a fine powder. He broke into Mach speed instantly after beginning his dash.

Silence followed the first explosion. The spectators' jaws gaped as they only saw both fighters disappear from their view. Looking around them, they quickly came to the conclusion that they left. If it wasn't for the clear damage in the construct, they wouldn't have ruled out the option that they were dreaming.

"Guess he didn't want us to see the rest of the fight." Said the young man dressed in the white Armani suit, he couldn't help but feel pity as he turned to look at his servant. "Let's go back home, Billy. My passion has been ignited. And I think that Grandpa will be happy when I tell him that I agree with him now!"

"Of course, young master. It is finally time for you to begin your cultivation path."

They walked away with leisure as the image of the short fight imprinted itself deep in their memory. The black-haired man's figure was forever marked in his heart.

The few other spectators followed them soon after as they made sure that the fight couldn't be seen anymore. Pity and disappointment could be seen in their faces, as a sense of dissatisfaction invaded their soul.

Several hundred meters away from the rooftop. A shining dot could be seen falling, streaking in the direction of the Earth. At first, it went unnoticed but as it approached the ground in its speedy descend. The shining dot turned into two figures.

Inside an office, in one of New Casablanca's many buildings. The building served as an office for several small corporate. A young salaryman was currently doing his best to finish his daily objectives. In the middle of his work, he couldn't stop but let a sigh and look outside of the window. During this short frame of time, he happened to see it.

Two figures were falling at an insane speed in the direction of the ground. He couldn't help but feel like he was in a dream. A black-haired youth, with a huge grin on his face, was viciously pounding a MechSuit in the chest.

"How could someone be falling with a smile on their lips?" He thought before focusing back on his work, "I should stop those medications. Sleeping early is good but not if I'm starting to see things."

Before he even had the time to finish his conclusion, he heard it. Booming sounds reverberated all over the street. This kind of noise was very similar to a machine gun blow, but it was even more piercing. As if someone was smelting a steel bar over and over. A shiver traveled straight to his spine. He instantly got up and looked outside. His neck crept out of the office's small window and his jaw dropped as he asserted himself to definitely stop his medication.

"This job is going to make me go crazy. Vacation… Yeah, I should ask for a vacation!" He assured himself before dwelling back to his work. A pile of paper was waiting for him in his office, and it wouldn't take care of itself if it was left there.

Of course, such a scene was apparent for one person. In the street close to the café. They were several individuals that noticed this peculiar scene. In fact, in such time information was one of the most powerful tools that existed.

It could be seen by the time it took the Golden Family to take action. Only an hour passed since Fell's cold-blooded murder. It was obvious that his current fight was also seen by most higher-ups.

"Who's that kid! Quickly prepare all the information about him! I want them in three… No. Two minutes!"

"Impressive, So this is the extent of cultivation… Very impressive…"

"It's HIM!!"

"It seems like humanity's last weapon is this weak… MechSuits won't fare against them…"

Inside a small room filled with high-end furniture was a middle-aged man. His facial features weren't clear as the only source of light in the room was coming from several holographic screens. They repeated the scene of the rooftop over and over. In one of those screens were two figures that were free-falling at an absurd speed.