BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Chapter 625  Display of power

He longed to prove his strength and set himself apart from the weaker ones. His goal was to leave them in complete despair, unable to track his every move with their eyes.

Besides, he had some unresolved matters with the Crystal Cross gang. Erik hadn't forgotten the street chases in New Alexandria. He was once frail, but now he had increased his strength enough to fight them.

Erik felt an immediate sense of control, his body and weapon moving as one. He dashed towards one thug, his movements so swift that the man had no time to react. Erik's blade found his throat, and a spray of blood marked the end of his life.

Erik's momentum carried him forward toward his next target, but another thug who blocked his attack interrupted him. It was a skilled move, and Erik acknowledged it with a grim nod. However, the man's success was short-lived.

Erik's body coiled like a spring, channeling mana under his feet. With a powerful kick, he sent the two men reeling.

The attack put them off balance, their faces contorted with surprise and fear as they realized the magnitude of Erik's strength.

His opponents had underestimated Erik's fighting skills. They had assumed him to be just another ν-ranked fighter like them.

However, Erik quickly proved their assumptions wrong when he delivered a powerful kick that sent shockwaves through the thugs' bodies. The force of the impact was so great that their bones creaked under the pressure.

As the mustached man watched the scene unfold, he realized the gravity of the situation. Erik's fighting prowess was on another level altogether, and they understood it in the worst possible way.

The way he moved with such grace and precision was captivating. His raw power was so tangible that it left everyone in awe.

"Kill these fuckers!" the man shouted.

Erik's eyes were cold, his face a mask of concentration as he engaged the remaining thugs.

With a deep understanding of how important it was to preserve his mana, he engaged in battle with a fierce yet calculated approach. He relied on his exceptional physical strength and unmatched skills to triumph over his opponents, leaving them in awe of his prowess.

The man with the mustache grew more and more agitated, his face contorted into a snarl as he shouted orders at his men. However, the situation was not in their favor, and it was evident that they were losing ground.

Erik somersaulted back, his Flyssa swinging through the air with deadly precision. As he spun, the blade connected with two of the thugs, decapitating them in a spray of blood.

Erik's feet hit the ground with a thud, sending a small cloud of dust into the air. He quickly surveyed the scene, his eyes scanning for any other potential threats. With his blade at the ready, he moved with deadly precision, his body flowing with graceful ease as he ears, and he felt a surge of satisfaction as the last opponent fell to the ground.

The remaining fighters were getting desperate, their movements becoming erratic due to fear. Erik could feel it.

Rebecca had engaged two of the thugs herself, partially transforming into a dragon giving her an edge. Erik watched, a brief flicker of admiration in his eyes as her skin turned scaly and her muscles swelled.

She was a formidable fighter for her age, and her brain crystal power was even more impressive than her fighting skills. With a strength that belied her size, she made quick work of the two men she was facing, her punches landing with crushing force.

Erik's focus snapped back to the three remaining thugs as they attacked from different angles.

With otherworldly grace, he dodged and parried their blows, his Flyssa blade singing as it met their weapons. His incredible strength and Nathaniel's power allowed him to twist, turn, and spin in the air. When he couldn't dodge, he parried with his Flyssa, the blade singing as it met their weapons.

<It's easier than anticipated. >

One thug, his face twisted with desperation, attacked Erik with a mana sword.

The glowing blade was a threat, but Erik's reaction was swift. He deflected the weapon with a flick of his wrist, his Flyssa finding the thug's neck in a single, fluid motion. The man's head tumbled to the ground, his body following moments later.

Erik swiftly spun once more, effortlessly taking down yet another thug. Now, only one adversary stood in his way. However, before Erik could make his last move, Rebecca leaped into action, gracefully joining the battle.

With a single, powerful punch, she obliterated the man's head, leaving behind a gruesome sight as her hand recoiled, stained with gore.

The alley was suddenly still; the only sounds were the heavy breathing of Rebecca and the distant cries of the city beyond. Erik's gaze shifted to the man with the mustache, his eyes narrowing as he saw him fleeing.

The mustache man's face was pale, his eyes wide with terror as he stumbled through the narrow streets, his breath ragged. He had seen the power and skill of Erik and Rebecca, and he knew he was no match for them.

Erik's body remained coiled with tension as his mind swiftly calculated the best way to pursue the man. Rebecca's eyes met his, a silent question in their depths.

With a determined look in his eyes, Erik turned to Rebecca, his voice calm and resolute. "We have to catch him," he said, his words carrying the weight of their mission.

Rebecca nodded, her eyes filled with a determination that mirrored his own. With synchronized steps, they embarked on their pursuit, their bodies propelled forward by an unwavering sense of purpose.