Snapping his fingers, the restraints holding the remaining five members of Team Romeoville disappeared.
"Battle Royal, if you can injure me, then I will allow you to leave without any additional mental trauma. Unfortunately, Derrek boy here can't join you since he likes to run away with those pesky Spacial Skills of his."
At first, the five remaining members of Team Romeoville were stunned. One minute, they were on death's doorstep and could only cry and pray their deaths would be swift, then the next, Cynrik's inky black tendrils had vanished, and they could feel their Mana coursing through their bodies again.
Even so, there wasn't one among them who recovered mentally. Instead, those standing collapsed onto their knees in an emotionally unstable state, while the ones lucky enough to already be on the ground stared blankly at the sky.
"Oh? Giving up already, well, isn't that a pity? Maybe I should bring out my little friends again and begin the torture session, for real this time." Crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his chin with his right index finger, Cynrik tilted his head to the side and looked down on the members of Team Romeoville as if they were less than human.
"You have 60 seconds to decide your fates. Will you die with your heads bowed, admitting you are worthless cowards who've bent under pressure, or will you die as warriors who went down swinging against an unbeatable foe?" Cynrik's voice held zero emotion as he spoke, a sign that he honestly didn't give two shits about what they chose.
"59," beginning his count down, Cynrik started channeling his four Mana types into the small of his back, the access point of activation for [Susanoo.]
"50," when he reached fifty, the first signs of life returned to, surprisingly enough, Torso Boy, who curled his body like a shrimp and began struggling to sit up.
"45," seeing that the one member of their group who was injured the greatest was struggling to change his fate, the rest of Team Romeoville was spurred into action, albeit slowly, as the light returned to their eyes, and they summoned their weapons.
Gritting their teeth, the four able-bodied members of Team Romeoville took up fighting stances against Cynrik, causing him to smile sadistically. This was what he wanted from the beginning.
Sure, torturing people had become one of his favorite pastimes; however, from the moment he stepped foot in this VR World, Cynrik had been playing an annoying game of cat and mouse.
Having removed the annoying variable named Derrek Gislaine from the picture, he could finally have a real battle, and not against some brainless AI-programmed Creatures; no, this was a battle between intelligent beings.
"35,"
"RAHHHH!" One of the archers screamed as he jumped backward and up a total of ten meters into the air before unleashing a torrent of Mana Clad arrows from his recurve bow.
"[Susanoo]" in response to the abrupt attack, Cynrik calmly activated his skill. At his command, a quad-colored spine manifested half a meter behind his back, raising two heads distance above his own. Following the completion of the spine, four rib bones extended out from each side of the vertebrae, creating four "C" shaped rings on each side of Cynriks body, with the topmost ring being shorter and covering his head.
Wrapping around his body and leaving only the front portion open, the first form of Susanno was complete, and Cynrik took one step backward, pushing off the ground and lightly landing out of harm's way just as five arrows stabbed into the ground.
"25," seeing that his attack had failed, Archer A landed on the ground and drew another batch of arrows from the quiver on his back while Archer B appeared beside him, setting up their typical backline formation with his bow at the ready. Together, the two put a distance of around 50 meters between themselves and Cynrik.
Seeing the back line forming, the healer caught Torso Boy by the back of his collar and ran over to the archers, completing their formation.
Meanwhile, the team tank, a young woman wearing heavy plate armor, stepped in front of the group; doubling as a Mage, she held up her massive shield, one twice the size of Brance's, and began chanting a string of spells.
"20," Cynrik responded, unfazed by the antics of Team Romeoville, allowing them to get ready unhindered.
"THUNDER STRIKE!" Finishing her chant, the Mage/Tank Raised her shield overhead and manifested a storm cloud before slamming it onto the ground with a loud thunk. Her shout-out was a signal which spurred the archers and even Torso Boy to unleash a combined Volley of arrows reinforced with Psychic Mana.
Half a second later, the loud boom of thunder rolled over the prairie as a bolt of yellow Lightning dropped from the sky onto Cynrik, followed by a rain of Amethyst-colored arrows.
However, seeing the incoming attacks, Cynrik smiled, raised his right arm over his head, and triggered the partial evolution of his [Susanoo].
As the multiple attacks were about to connect, a large, multi-colored, translucent skeletal arm exploded out of the ribcage and covered Cynrik's body.
BOOOM BOOOM BOOOMMM
"DON'T LET UP!" Archer A Screamed at the top of his lungs, causing the attacking force to continuously rain attacks down on Cynrik, who was already hidden behind a cloud of dust and debris.
BOOOM, BOOM, SWOOSH, BOOOM BOOM
Switching from Lightning, the Mage/Tank continued her chants and unleashed several Terra Affinity attacks from the gem on the center of her shield.
"EVEN IF THAT SKILL IS AN ARMOR OF SOME TYPE, HE IS ONLY INITIAL TIER-3. THERE IS NO WAY HE CAN WITHSTAND THE FORCE OF ALL OF OUR COMBINED EFFORT; GO GOGO!" Archer A Screamed, assuming the role of pseudo-leader.
"YAHHHHHH!!!" No one was sure who yelled it, but the battle cry was enough for Team Romeoville to rapidly fire their strongest attacks without holding back.
"Useless effort, but I applaud you nonetheless for even trying." Cynrik's voice pierced through the explosions, causing Team Romeoville to shudder and pause, something they should have never done.
Because the instant Cynrik saw this through the dust with his [Mana Sight], he walked forward while dropping his hand down. Next, as he moved, Cynrik twisted his upper body, bringing his shoulder back, and made a grabbing motion with his right arm, twisting his torso counter-clockwise and reaching forward.
To everyone's horror, a translucent multi-colored skeletal arm ripped through the dust cloud and went right for the tank, which in her stupor, froze up.
What happened next was something no one present or even those watching at home will ever forget. Tightly gripping the armored lady, Cynrik raised his arm, causing the skeletal arm to follow, and slammed her brutally on the ground repeatedly, intending to diminish her HP.
Eventually growing bored of brutalizing the tank, Cynrik held her in the air, brandishing her for all to see, and started squeezing her so tightly that the armor dented with a screeching thunk sound.
"AHHHH AHHHH STOP, PLEASSSSSEE," the armored girl screamed at the top of her lungs while blood oozed from the holes on her face, and piss streamed down her legs.
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