Chapter 322: Metal Style!

In the frontyard of the Fang's School of Martial Arts.

Two figures were bloodied with robes filled with blood stains and cut marks. They suddenly stopped fighting after a sudden appearance of scream.

''Eh?'' Grandmaster Fang flinched and snapped his head towards the direction of the sound, ''New… Martial King?''

Genocide stopped attacking and frowned as he felt the aura of Abyss and Supreme Leader disappearing, also the appearance of the new Martial King made him baffled.

''Who… Could it be?'' Grandmaster Fang pondered with narrowed eyes, and he was certain that none of his disciples could have reached it.

'It can't be Young Ichiro or Aether… They are too far…' He had a sinking feeling that it might have been one of the attackers, which would make the current situation much direr.

Back in the dojo.

Xenor stood up with a pale face. He knew that if he showed any weakness, he would die.

''T-There is no way you reached Martial King by ordinary means!'' Xenor laughed nervously and was almost certain that no one could reach Martial King at such young age!

''I-If you tell me how, I will spare your life!'' With one burst of willpower, he managed to act tough.

Ichiro's cold look turned into amusement, ''Speed!''

''S-Speed?'' Xenor widened his eyes and pondered what he meant by that, but soon, he found out.

Ichiro grinned and stabbed the Spear forwards!

Xenor became pale in fear and quickly stepped to the side, just in time to see a terrifying wind pressure miss his body, but the speed was already what made him fearful.

Ichiro was easily 10 meters away from him, but the thrust of the spear caused wind pressure, which is as strong as spear strike and as destructive.

The wind pressure didn't stop any time soon as it kept wreaking havoc outside the dojo, destroying the ruins of the building and making a massive hole on a wall, which was one of the few that were still standing.

*SWOOSH!*

Xenor snapped his head towards Ichiro and saw a blade belonging to a spear approaching his neck with enough strength to make a grave injury.

He moved his walking stick to intercept the spear, but when the weapon and stick were about to collide, suddenly, the spear stopped.

Ichiro's face had a small smile as his left leg started turning colors, ''I don't want to end this so soon…''

Xenor raised his head in shock; he was ready to defend against the strike and ready to counter-attack.

He expected Ichiro to belittle him when he was trying to block the deadly strike with only his walking stick, but in reality, his Power Trait lets him use everything as a weapon.

The walking stick might look simple, but it can be deadlier than any other weapon when wielded by him.

He quickly shook his head and thought that it was impossible for Ichiro to know about his Power Trait. He has kept it a secret, and only Supreme Leader knows about it because he almost never uses it and barely fights.

He isn't a combatant, instead a strategist and recruiter.

Stuck inside his thoughts, he failed to notice the kick that was approaching his aged torso.

*SMACK!*

''Pah!'' Xenor's eyes bulged as he felt something heavy and solid hitting his torso. His feet left the ground, and his body started flying through the air with blood gushing out of his mouth and nose.

Ichiro looked at his leg that was still in the kicking position. His leg was full made of metal in the color of grey. It was reflecting the light coming from the moon, which made it shine, truly looking majestic and beautiful.

*Stab*

He stabbed the spear through the floor and removed his hand from the shaft, leaving the spear alone stuck on the floor.

He looked at his hands, and soon, the same metallic texture appeared all around his hands; when he tried to concentrate it to fingertips, a small blade appeared, looking like very sharp-looking claws.

*Creak*

Ichiro used his claw-like finger and did an obvious cut mark on the wall. It effortlessly cut through the concrete walls; it was like he was cutting through butter.

''Cool.'' Ichiro smiled and saw his hand turning normal.

''I shall call my Power Trait as… Metal Style.'' He clenched his fist and turned his head towards the courtyard, where bloodied Xenor was trying to stand up.

Ichiro's face turned cold, and without further ado, he grabbed the spear and pulled it off from the floor.

He left the dojo and stopped five meters from Xenor.

''W-W-We can talk this through!'' Xenor stood up with the help of a walking stick. His mouth and half of his face were stained with blood as he tried to act pitiful in front of Ichiro.

''No!'' Ichiro simply replied and tapped the ground with the spear and gathered air to his lungs before shouting his words, ''The Ones Who Are Hiding In The Dark… You are my enemies, and I will not rest until all of you have suffered from your crimes!''

''Grr…'' Xenor growled and angrily screamed back, ''You are arrogant if you think you can do anything to us! Our Supreme Leader will restore World Order and start a new era of peace and prosperity!''

Soon, his angry face turned into fear as Ichiro's body started turning into metal!

His black hair started having a hue of grey, and his pure red eyes disappeared, replaced by a mask that covered his face. His explosive-looking muscles became muscles made of metal that outlined his amazing stature even better.

After finishing his transformation, he was a muscular man made of metal, and instead of looking young with some baby fat left, he looked like a man in his 30s, who is in the prime of his life.

''Your Supreme Leader made a grave mistake today.'' Ichiro's voice sounded distorted as his metallic lips moved up and down as words left his mouth, ''One day… He will die, but today… You will die!''

Without any warning, Spearless left his hand and pierced through Xenor's head, making it explode from a single touch.

Xenor's headless body fell down to the ground, quickly staining the grains of sand in the color of red.