Martial Arts Worlds

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Pankratios swung his staff across Death Merchant's face and dodged his death touches, then circled behind him and struck him in the back of the head.

Death Merchant smashed to the ground.

Xerxus jumped in the air, and with a flick of his wrist, summoned another revolver to his left hand and pointed both of his guns towards the Death Merchant.

With a pull of the triggers, the bullets exploded out of the barrel and rained down at Death Merchant, leaving him bullet-riddled and bleeding on the ground.

"Grab him!"

Pankratios shouted and tossed the staff, and it stabbed right through the Death Merchant's back, pinning him to the ground.

"Aargh!"

Death Merchant screamed painfully, and he then stood up slowly—the staff still embedded in his back—and he then ripped it out.

At that moment, Amara and Xerxus grabbed his arms and pushed him down to his knees immobilizing him completely.

Pankratios picked up his bloody staff from the ground and moved behind Death Merchant, then put the staff against his throat and pressed down with all his might.

"Argh!"

Death Merchant screamed.

At that moment, Kiernan appeared in front of him and kept punching Death Merchant across his fist.

With each punch, his fist broke—he shrugged the pain off—and just kept punching.

"Cold Shade, try to find Imperio in the God City, and make him hurry!"

Pankratios shouted.

"Got it!"

Amara touched her forehead twice, spread her consciousness across the whole island, and focused on locating Imperio in the God City.

…

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Running down the street, Bulwarkians raced towards the God Island's harbor—there was a flying ship docked there—and they quickly entered it.

Unfurled the sails, and the ship started slowly moving away from the harbor.

"Take the flask inside, and protect it with your life. We are not out of harm's way just yet. Those born in God Island have the ability to fly!"

Sacrael shouted.

With a nod, one of the Bulwarkians rushed inside the ship with the bag and hid it inside the brig in one of the prison cells.

The rest of the Bulwarkians grabbed the oars and then began rowing, the oars slicing through the air, and the ship began to move forward, picking up speed as they headed toward the horizon.

At that moment, Sacrael's senses sharpened, and he turned to the air—he saw someone flying towards them—he quickly pulled out a sword and pointed it towards the approaching figure.

Spurt!

His arm got cut off at the elbow—the hand was still holding the sword—and it landed on the deck.

"Boss!"

Bulwarkians screamed and saw that there was a stranger standing behind Sacrael with his hand bloody, which he used to cut off his arm.

"Agh…"

Sacrael turned around, and when he saw the white hair, a feeling of fear came to his heart.

"You…"

Imperius turned to him with a cold look, stepped over his cut-off arm, and crushed it under his boot.

"Ngh…"

Sacrael looked at it with an ugly expression.

If he still had the arm, he could always sew it back on with magic, but now that it was crushed, the only way to get his arm back was with a powerful regenerative potion.

Those weren't easy to get!

"Where's the book, bastard?"

Imperius asked.

'Book? He isn't here for the flask?'

Sacrael's eyes turned in shock; he then turned to one of his subordinates and nodded to him.

The Bulwarkian brought out the dark book and tossed it over to Imperius, and he caught it nonchalantly.

'They gave the book easily… Because of fear? No, there is something much more important in here, but it does not matter for now.'

Imperius ran to the edge of the ship, jumped off, and landed back in the God Island's harbor—with a look back to the ship, he scoffed and went back to the city.

"Whew…"

Sacrael breathed with relief and then shouted.

"Row faster, you mongrels!"

"Row! Row! Row! Row!"

They rowed faster than ever before—the oars sliced through the air—and they slowly disappeared into the distance.

…

"He has it!"

Amara shouted.

At that moment, Death Merchant screamed, pushed everyone off him, and stabbed his hand through Kiernan's chest.

"Cough!"

Kiernan coughed black blood.

"Kiernan!"

Amara screamed.

"Hahahaha… I've suffered worse!"

Kiernan said with a bloody smirk, and he then forced the wound to close by sheer willpower alone, and it slowly did.

"How long it will take Imperio to finish the ceremony?!"

He asked.

"Ten minutes, I think!"

Amara shouted.

"Buy me five minutes then!"

Kiernan jumped away from the Death Merchant, distanced himself, and then lifted his arms and started jabbing the air.

"Whew…"

Swoosh! Swoosh!

His fists cut through the air, and slowly, smoke started rising from his body—heat started rising off his body.

With great struggle, Pankratios, Xerxus, and Amara kept fighting the Death Merchant while he was trying to go after Kiernan.

However, they didn't let him go anywhere near him.

The bullets flew, the staff swung, and Amara's flying sword cut through the Death Merchant like scissors through paper.

One minute… Two minutes… Three minutes… Four minutes…"

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

Kiernan finished swinging his fists—his right fist was crimson like a rose in full bloom—it looked like it was a stove that had been lit for too long.

"Get out of the way!"

He shouted.

Hearing his shout, they jumped away from the Death Merchant and left him all alone with Kiernan.

With a bloodshot gaze, Death Merchant rushed towards Kiernan, summoned a black sword from the black smoke, and stabbed through the air.

"You have front-row seats in the Purgatory. You'll be burning and suffering for all eternity!"

"The death has to earn my presence first, and you, so far, haven't even come close to deserving it!"

Kiernan said, then took a step forward, and punched his red fist towards the black smoke.

"True Iron Style!"

"Hunter Supremacy!"

The fist smashed through the black sword, hit the Death Merchant in the chest, and made him explode in a shower of gore.

The shower of blood rained down on the ground.

Shocked, the people all around the world watched in shock at the brutal scene that unfolded before them.

However, the blood gathered together, and Death Merchant got back together, whole, and unharmed.

"Cough!"

He coughed in pain.