Chapter 445 - THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH
Akira did not attack first.
She did not want to be at a disadvantage by approaching the unknown two people before her. She wanted the one with the sword to make his move. Once she eliminated him, she could deal with the other one.
As expected, the person with the katana approached her while holding the glinting sword casually like a stick. However, Akira did not change her standard stance as she faced the opponent. She would not make careless mistakes at this juncture.
"Don't be stubborn. If you let me cut you a few times and show me a little blood, we can all go on our merry way." The ȧssailant spoke in a muffled voice due to the mask over his face.
Akira could not tell much from the voice except that it was a man. A very arrogant man…
"Or you could get back in your car and drive back into the hole you crawled out of." She responded with a snort.
The statement was not even that provocative, but the man before her became exceedingly angry. She could tell by the vehemence with which he attacked. His sword was like a mountain bearing down on Akira.
However, she did not back down. With stable feet on the ground, she parried the attack, her lips quirking into a small smile. She did not give him another chance to attack as she slashed towards his abdomen as he prepared his next move.
Within moments, the fight turned into a flurry of glinting swords in the night, clashing with light sounds. It was like a dance, except it was a dance of death. Akira's opponent was no longer showing a casual attitude. He even seemed intent on killing Akira.
Therefore, Akira could do nothing but bring her best to the fight.
If she were fighting a few months before when she was not pregnant, she might have finished the fight quickly. However, she was a little slow due to the increased body mass. Furthermore, her flexibility and endurance were poor.
After fifteen minutes, she was feeling a little tired and drained. Her inattention caused her to get a cut on her upper arm. She winced as she backed away while defending herself from the increasingly fiercer attacks.
She was overwhelmed and pushed backwards by her relentless attacker. As she tried to think of the best strategy to counterattack, she noticed movement from the corner of her eye in the direction where the other cars crashed. Her eyes frowned a little as she tried to the slow crawling vehicle without headlights.
The inattention caused her another slash on her forearm. However, she did not feel pain because she had noticed something more dangerous.
Without warning, she dashed off and jumped over the road barrier. The movement caught her opponent by surprise that he did not take the great chance to stab her in the back. He cursed as he looked at the dark descent over the barrier.
Unfortunately, he was not aware that his 'friends' from the wrecked cars had already engaged a rocket launcher. Just as he debated whether to follow Akira down or not, the missile blew past him and landed on the red car.
The sheer force of the explosion launched him into the air. He fell from the sky like a broken doll, his sword breaking away from his hand. His comrade was a relatively safe distance away. He was affected by the implosion, but he did not drop his phone.
He captured the horrific scene from behind the other car.
Somewhere in London, a middle-aged man was drinking old whiskey in a leisurely manner. He burst out in laughter as he watched the scene on the screen of a man getting launched into the air, his horrified screaming was like music. He could only imagine the pain the burning mask was causing.
The video on the screen was not of the greatest quality, but it did the job.
William Springer had been a little sceptical when his contact via that dark website promised him an exciting hunt. And he had become bored with the concept over the last few days. However, his faith in the other party was renewed.
He was realising the advantage of the hunt, especially when he watched it live. It excited him, even more than the professional and enhanced cuts his contact sent him after the incidents.
When he thought of the carnage before him happening somewhere in the same instance, he felt invigorated. The feed on Watch was better than any movie he could watch because he could see the suffering in real-time. Moreover, he knew it was real.
He would not be able to enjoy normal movies anymore.
When the hunt began, he was a little disappointed because that Yamazaki Akira was not an easy target. She had taken out a whole gang with only her fists. At the time, William felt it was a little too easy and said as much to his contact.
William could not deny the effectiveness of the technique.
The increasing fear in Akira's eyes was quite satisfying. Her expression was no longer arrogant as it had been two weeks ago. Plus, the swordsman had managed to spill her blood before he was betrayed by his apparent comrades.
That was the other thing.
William Springer did not only want to see Akira suffering. He was also enjoying the other aspects of the streamed hunt such as other people getting beaten up and dying or even getting betrayed. He no longer cared about who was suffering.
He just wanted the show to go on.
The best part about seeing the violence was knowing that everything was happening a quarter way across the world for his benefit. He felt like a god who could play with people's lives. He was like the producer of the greatest show on earth.
The feeling of power and control was intoxicating.
He could not wait to see what else his contact had in store for him. It was more exciting now that the opponents they sent after the girl matched her power. He looked forward to seeing the tricks she would come up with to escape from his hand.
Even though he could not wring her neck personally, he looked forward to seeing life flow out of her on-screen. He would replay it over and over and over again.
William Springer laughed to himself as he rewound the scene of Akira jumping over the road barrier and her vehicle blowing up. He knew in his heart that he no longer cared about that useless Harriet.
She did not want to be at a disadvantage by approaching the unknown two people before her. She wanted the one with the sword to make his move. Once she eliminated him, she could deal with the other one.
As expected, the person with the katana approached her while holding the glinting sword casually like a stick. However, Akira did not change her standard stance as she faced the opponent. She would not make careless mistakes at this juncture.
"Don't be stubborn. If you let me cut you a few times and show me a little blood, we can all go on our merry way." The ȧssailant spoke in a muffled voice due to the mask over his face.
Akira could not tell much from the voice except that it was a man. A very arrogant man…
"Or you could get back in your car and drive back into the hole you crawled out of." She responded with a snort.
The statement was not even that provocative, but the man before her became exceedingly angry. She could tell by the vehemence with which he attacked. His sword was like a mountain bearing down on Akira.
However, she did not back down. With stable feet on the ground, she parried the attack, her lips quirking into a small smile. She did not give him another chance to attack as she slashed towards his abdomen as he prepared his next move.
Within moments, the fight turned into a flurry of glinting swords in the night, clashing with light sounds. It was like a dance, except it was a dance of death. Akira's opponent was no longer showing a casual attitude. He even seemed intent on killing Akira.
Therefore, Akira could do nothing but bring her best to the fight.
If she were fighting a few months before when she was not pregnant, she might have finished the fight quickly. However, she was a little slow due to the increased body mass. Furthermore, her flexibility and endurance were poor.
After fifteen minutes, she was feeling a little tired and drained. Her inattention caused her to get a cut on her upper arm. She winced as she backed away while defending herself from the increasingly fiercer attacks.
She was overwhelmed and pushed backwards by her relentless attacker. As she tried to think of the best strategy to counterattack, she noticed movement from the corner of her eye in the direction where the other cars crashed. Her eyes frowned a little as she tried to the slow crawling vehicle without headlights.
The inattention caused her another slash on her forearm. However, she did not feel pain because she had noticed something more dangerous.
Without warning, she dashed off and jumped over the road barrier. The movement caught her opponent by surprise that he did not take the great chance to stab her in the back. He cursed as he looked at the dark descent over the barrier.
Unfortunately, he was not aware that his 'friends' from the wrecked cars had already engaged a rocket launcher. Just as he debated whether to follow Akira down or not, the missile blew past him and landed on the red car.
The sheer force of the explosion launched him into the air. He fell from the sky like a broken doll, his sword breaking away from his hand. His comrade was a relatively safe distance away. He was affected by the implosion, but he did not drop his phone.
He captured the horrific scene from behind the other car.
Somewhere in London, a middle-aged man was drinking old whiskey in a leisurely manner. He burst out in laughter as he watched the scene on the screen of a man getting launched into the air, his horrified screaming was like music. He could only imagine the pain the burning mask was causing.
The video on the screen was not of the greatest quality, but it did the job.
William Springer had been a little sceptical when his contact via that dark website promised him an exciting hunt. And he had become bored with the concept over the last few days. However, his faith in the other party was renewed.
He was realising the advantage of the hunt, especially when he watched it live. It excited him, even more than the professional and enhanced cuts his contact sent him after the incidents.
When he thought of the carnage before him happening somewhere in the same instance, he felt invigorated. The feed on Watch was better than any movie he could watch because he could see the suffering in real-time. Moreover, he knew it was real.
He would not be able to enjoy normal movies anymore.
When the hunt began, he was a little disappointed because that Yamazaki Akira was not an easy target. She had taken out a whole gang with only her fists. At the time, William felt it was a little too easy and said as much to his contact.
William could not deny the effectiveness of the technique.
The increasing fear in Akira's eyes was quite satisfying. Her expression was no longer arrogant as it had been two weeks ago. Plus, the swordsman had managed to spill her blood before he was betrayed by his apparent comrades.
That was the other thing.
William Springer did not only want to see Akira suffering. He was also enjoying the other aspects of the streamed hunt such as other people getting beaten up and dying or even getting betrayed. He no longer cared about who was suffering.
He just wanted the show to go on.
The best part about seeing the violence was knowing that everything was happening a quarter way across the world for his benefit. He felt like a god who could play with people's lives. He was like the producer of the greatest show on earth.
The feeling of power and control was intoxicating.
He could not wait to see what else his contact had in store for him. It was more exciting now that the opponents they sent after the girl matched her power. He looked forward to seeing the tricks she would come up with to escape from his hand.
Even though he could not wring her neck personally, he looked forward to seeing life flow out of her on-screen. He would replay it over and over and over again.
William Springer laughed to himself as he rewound the scene of Akira jumping over the road barrier and her vehicle blowing up. He knew in his heart that he no longer cared about that useless Harriet.
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