Cheetah’s people stood there in eerie silence, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They didn’t move, didn’t even try to escape. It was as though they had already accepted their fate.
Now picture this: over two thousand men, all charging at a single person, and not one of them could even get close.
The moment anyone came within two meters of him, they dropped like flies. It was a fight like nothing they had ever seen-brutal, swift, and almost otherworldly.
It felt like a fever dream playing out in front of their eyes.
Was this man born to kill?
To him, was killing some kind of art?
Kayden stood in the chaos, his blade striking accurately. Everyone he confronted died.
He wasn’t just some mindless killer. No, he was a War God. What made him so terrifying wasn’t just his skill with the sword-it was his complete indifference to human life. Once he decided to kill, there was no stopping him. Not even the Commanders of the Ten Nations had been able to escape his wrath.
Three years. It had been three years since Kayden had fought like this, with such raw fury. But this time, they had gone too far. They had pushed him to the edge.
And when the War God gets angry, blood flows like rivers.
He moved through the sea of enemies like a shadow, untouched by the chaos around him. Not a single drop of blood landed on him.
This was the Defender of the South. A man so feared on the battlefield that his very presence could break armies. When he fought, he didn’t just win-he annihilated.
Compared to the real battlefields he had dominated, this was nothing. This was child’s play. His jaw clenched, rage simmering beneath the surface as he raised his blade again. He wasn’t fighting for survival-he was fighting for revenge.
Kill. Kill. Kill!
The only way to calm the storm inside him was to wipe out every last one of them. Only then could he avenge his fallen brothers. Only then could he protect his wife. Kayden had never been a man of mercy, and he wasn’t about to start now.
What made him truly terrifying wasn’t just his skill with a blade-it was the sheer force of his will. He had killed thousands, and it was that unrelenting drive that had earned him the title of War God.
His enemies feared him, not just because he was a killer, but because they knew he wouldn’t stop until they were all dead.
Before long, the ground was covered in bodies, rivers of blood flowing through the warehouse. The stench of death hung heavy in the air, and the few survivors left standing were frozen in terror.
They stopped fighting. Fear had taken over. These weren’t soldiers-they were street thugs used to bar fights and gang skirmishes. They had never seen anything like this-a massacre. Watching their friends fall one by one, their bravado shattered.
Was this man even human? He seemed more like a demon, straight out of hell. They had walked right into the jaws of a monster.
Some of them were so terrified that they dropped their weapons and started screaming, their minds breaking under the weight of what they had just witnessed.
“I’m done! I’m not fighting anymore! We’re all going to die if we keep this up!”
Panic spread like wildfire. Men began backing away, running for the exits. Cheetah, their leader, wiped the sweat from his brow and shouted up to the second floor, “Get ready to shoot! Whoever kills him, I’ll give you a million bucks-and a woman!”
The gunners on the second floor scrambled to get their weapons ready, all aiming at Kayden.
Cheetah grinned, confidence swelling within him. “Let’s see how tough you are now,” he sneered. “You’re fast, but are you faster than a bullet? One word from me, and you’ll be nothing but Swiss cheese.”
Kayden looked around the room. Many men and hundreds of guns were pointed at him, but he showed no fear.
If bullets could kill him, he wouldn’t have survived the countless wars he’d fought. Guns were little more than toys to him-useless against someone like him.
“Shoot him! Kill him now!” Cheetah bellowed, his voice thick with rage.
But just as the gunners moved to pull their triggers, Kayden vanished. One moment, he was there, and the next-gone. It was as if he’d disappeared into thin air.
Panic spread through the crowd. Where had he gone? Was he some kind of ghost? A magician?
No. It wasn’t magic. It was speed. He moved so fast that the human eye couldn’t even track him.
“He’s on the second floor!” someone shouted.
And there he was, standing on the second floor, moving with lethal precision. Without giving the gunmen a chance to react, he launched a fierce assault. This time, he wasn’t waiting for them to come to him-he was taking the fight to them.
The hallway on the second floor was soon filled with the sounds of agony. Gunfire, desperate cries for help, and sobs echoed off the walls, creating a chaotic symphony of terror.
What had been an old, abandoned warehouse just moments ago had now transformed into a living nightmare-hell on earth.
In less than a minute, Kayden had fought his way to the end of the corridor. Every single one of the gunmen lay dead. Not a single shot had managed to touch him-he was simply too fast, faster than the bullets that had been meant to kill him.
This wasn’t some over-the-top action movie. This was happening right here, right now, in brutal reality.
A few men still holding knives thought maybe, just maybe, they’d have a shot. After all, the reward-a million dollars and the promise of a woman-was tempting. But when they saw what happened to the gunmen, they quickly changed their minds.
They dropped their weapons and bolted for the exit, pushing and shoving in their frantic attempt to escape.
Who could blame them? Life was too precious to throw away against a monster like him.
Even Cheetah and Kent started to back away. Their last hope-the men with the guns-was gone. They had bet everything on the idea that no one could outrun a bullet, but today, they learned just how wrong they were. They had crossed someone they never should have messed with. It was the end-for them, for their plans, for the entire underworld they controlled.
No one still inside the warehouse had any hope of survival. And those who managed to make it outside? They’d run right into the jaws of Kayden’s army. The moment they stepped foot out of the warehouse, they were done for.
Today, no one was making it out alive.
The air in the warehouse was thick with the stench of blood, a metallic tang that clung to everything.
Kayden leapt down from the second floor, landing effortlessly. His boots splashed into a pool of warm blood, sending crimson droplets flying.
He straightened up, eyes locked on Damian, who stood a few meters away.
Damian’s expression was hard to read. Shock, disbelief, and grudging respect all flickered across his face as he stared at Kayden.
He had never imagined that someone this dangerous was hiding in a place like Hiphia. Even he, with all his experience, wouldn’t have been able to take out so many armed men so quickly.
He swallowed almost reflexively, but there wasn’t fear in his eyes. Not yet. As far as Damian was concerned, the fight hadn’t even started. He still believed he had a chance. His gaze hardened, and he spoke with a cold, confident edge.
“I don’t care who you are,” he said, voice low but steady. “Like I told you before, there’s one hundred million dollar bounty on your wife’s head. You give me two hundred million, and I’ll let her go. Hell, I might even let you live.”
That was Damian.
Bold.
Arrogant.
He wasn’t the type to bow, no matter the odds. The man had a backbone of steel, and it was clear that surrender wasn’t in his vocabulary.