SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 26: First Blood

The short daggers were firmly wielded. Their blades were polished, silver coldness honed for destruction, for swift deaths.

The blades’ lethalness was further significantly improved by Spencer’s Wind Manipulation, where every strike should have been delivered with a normal flex of the wrists or hands, wind currents propelled the blades, and increased the power of the thrusts.

The first attack was aimed at Syril’s torso, a powerful wind and dagger strike seeking Syril’s flesh.

Syril didn’t tremor, he simply shifted aside, letting Spencer hit nothing but the air. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"You piece of shit! How can you be that fast?! You’re only a kid, you shouldn’t have much control over your ability yet!" Spencer lamented, furious that he was wasting his energy without landing a strike.

Spencer was right in all senses. Since the recommended age for everyone to get an ability was fifteen, most individuals are in high school by this age and have no access to proper ability knowledge, therefore can’t make the most of their abilities.

However, in Syril’s case, he wasn’t using any ability as the goon had thought. He was only moving naturally.

But Syril shouldn’t be faster than this. Why could he move that fast?

He had used his improved agility in the past week, running with people who didn’t have speed or any speed related ability. Needless to say; he outran all of them.

Raja had informed him that all of his stats were the peak any normal human without ability could attain, which means he was at the highest anybody could reach in disregard of abilities.

Syril had confirmed this. He easily beat most individuals in competitions involving strength, agility, and stamina. And those who had also reached the peak (very few by the way. He met only two) like him could only reach a stalemate with him.

No loss.

But now... Now, he was faster. Faster than that peak. Now, it seemed like he had Superspeed or a speed related ability.

Syril could somewhat feel it too, but his primal attention was on the blades threatening to claim his life.

Furious Spencer’s attacks became wild, unpredictable.

He started sending mixes of wind blades and dagger sways... Yet, everything was futile, his low stamina gradually failing before Syril who had a large pool.

"Spence, finish him! What the fuck are you doing?!" Finn shouted from behind, his voice hoarsing with crazy urgency as he watched his accomplice miss every strike, unable to land a blow.

The wall behind and shelves suffered some hits, turning what was once a neat shop to a mess of destroyed groceries and broken furniture.

Then suddenly, a light bulb lit in the Bone Manipulator’s head. He grinned nefariously, and did something that momentarily disrupted Syril’s focus.

"Hey kiddo, don’t you think your mother likes getting spanked, huh?!" Finn yelled intently and proceeded to spank Sherry’s thick ass.

"Don’t you dare..." That was all Syril said before he felt a warm burn on his chest.

He staggered back, raised his hand and dragged it across the area, feeling a moisture as he patted his chest.

He retrieved and brought the hand to sight, shocked to see some kind of scarlet liquid marring his fingers.

It was blood. His own blood.

Sherry tried screaming again, but was muffled by her own counter.

"Hmmm! Finally, look at that juice. I want more!" Spencer’s eyes darkened, thrilled that he finally landed a strike.

He had effectively taken advantage of that tiny moment of Syril’s distraction and sent a wind slash. It successfully found its mark...

But that was his biggest mistake.

Thrilled by the successful assault, Spencer lunged forward despite his depleting mana and stamina. This time, he was going to put in his all.

He propelled himself forward with the little air current he could control, pointed both daggers, and dashed forward.

Syril wasn’t shocked anymore. He wasn’t going to play some silly game of dodging. He wouldn’t try weakening his opponent by using his advantage of stamina.

His face scrunched as he watched the idiot who injured him recklessly charge.

One millisecond... Two milliseconds...

Spencer was now in his range. But instead of dodging or weaving the attacks like previously, Syril simply caught him.

The weak gust of wind did nothing apart from blowing his hair, and the daggers that sought his flesh couldn’t even budge an inch when the wielder’s wrists were firmly held in place.

"Let me go, piece of shit!" Spencer yelled, furious that he couldn’t move further.

He tried sending kicks after, but Syril efficiently sent powerful ones back, sending immense shots of pain in the scrawny adult’s lower limbs.

"You want me to let you go so badly?" Syril asked, his voice colder than the blade in Spencer’s hands. His anger was slowly consuming him.

"Fine! Have it!"

He pushed the now weak adult’s back into the closest shelf, and with his overwhelming strength he pushed the hand of the goon who was desperately trying to fight back until it reached his shoulder.

With the same cruelty the man had shown him, Syril drove the first dagger into his shoulder, pinning the man to the gondola shelving.

"AAAHHHH! Fuck!!! FUCK YOU!!" Spencer cried out, watching his blood oozing from the punctured area.

Syril didn’t let up. He wasn’t done.

You could almost see the fury in his eyes.

Spencer’s other hand was still firmly held by Syril. Syril repeated the process, driving the other dagger in his second shoulder, fully rendering the bastard helpless.

Spencer could only scream, not much to do when his shoulders were pinned to a shelf, watching himself bleed helplessly.

He could only rely on his partner in crime to save him.

"ASSHOLE! You’re about to meet your doom! Finn is much stronger than me! HE’LL FINISH YOU!" Spencer yelled again, wiggling from his fixed position as if he could do more.

"Let him try," Syril said, his cold gaze now boring into Finn who was still behind the counter, desecrating the body of the motherly figure he was fond of.

The Bone Manipulator reached for the swell of her curves and gently squeezed, earning muffled cries from the helpless Sherry.

Finn knew what he was doing. He was rage-baiting Syril, rage-baiting him into doing something foolish again.

But Syril didn’t fall. Instead, his rage silently grew in him. He was determined to pay him back for every violation.

But firstly, he would have to bring him down to his knees.

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