Descendant of Sloth
Chapter 91: Blood Splattering Against the Wall

Chapter 91: Blood Splattering Against the Wall

The auditorium was a storm of shadows and chaos, the air buzzing with tension as Ham and I faced off in the dark.

"Come on, kid! Show me what you got!" he roared, his voice loud and rough, cutting through the panicked murmurs of the crowd.

His yellow eyes glowed like fire, his aura flaring wild around him as he swung his chopper swords with a grin that wouldn’t falter.

*Clang! Clang! Clang!* Our weapons slammed together, steel on steel, sparks popping in the blackness.

We moved fast—arms swinging, blocking, attacking all at once. My dagger met his massive blades over and over, the sound sharp and relentless, echoing off the concrete walls.

The crowd by the elevator was a mess, their phone flashlights trembling as they tried to follow the fight.

"What’s happening?!" a woman squeaked, her light shaking in her hand. "I can’t see anything—are they killing each other?" a guy muttered, pressing back against the useless doors.

I spun mid-air, twisting my body to dodge one of his wild swings, but Ham was quick—he threw a kick that landed hard on my side.

The force shoved me two steps back, my boots skidding on the floor, but it gave me space. I used it. With a fast spin of my neck, I snapped my leg up and slammed my foot into his face.

*Boom!*

His head jerked back, and he hit the ground hard, face-first, the concrete cracking under him. The crowd gasped, a few screams piercing the air.

I didn’t wait. I twirled my dagger, flipping it in my hand, ready to finish him off—bring the blade down and end it. But before I could move,

*bang! bang!*—gunshots rang out, sharp and loud.

The two knights up on the railing had their guns aimed right at me, their barrels flashing as they fired.

I flicked my dagger up fast, deflecting the bullets with a screech of metal, the shots echoing into the dark.

"Keep shooting at him!" one knight yelled, his voice tight with panic as he reloaded quick, his hands shaking. His armor clanked as he steadied his aim, sweat dripping down his face even in the cool dark.

"Protect the boss!" the second one shouted, his gun barking again as he fired off another round. "He’s down—we can’t let this punk win!" His flashlight beam swung wild.

"I know—kill him!" the first barked back, his voice rising as he squeezed the trigger.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!* The shots came fast, bullets slicing through the air toward me.

I twisted, my dagger a blur as I knocked each one away, the deflected rounds pinging off the walls and floor. The crowd ducked, screaming louder, some dropping their phones in the scramble.

The gunfire bought Ham time. He coughed, spitting blood onto the concrete as he pushed himself up, staggering to his feet.

"Ugh... damn kid," he growled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His yellow eyes flared brighter, his grin returning despite the red smear across his face.

"That was a good one—almost had me there!" He rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck, and gripped his swords tighter. "But I’m not done yet!"

He dashed at me again, his aura exploding in a wave of yellow light, his boots pounding the floor. I met him head-on, my black aura swirling as I launched forward.

*Clang!* Our weapons crashed together, the sound ringing out like a bell. We were back at it—swords against dagger, moving fast, trading blows in the dark.

His swings were wild, heavy, while I kept mine sharp and quick, blocking and striking wherever I could.

Our weapons slammed together—*clang, clang*—my dagger holding steady against his massive chopper swords.

I pushed him this time, step by step, forcing him closer to the wall near the back of the hall. His yellow aura flared wild, his grin wide and cocky, but I had a plan.

I let him get a hit in—deliberately. His sword swung hard, crashing against my dagger, and I twisted my arm just enough to let the blade knock it loose.

The dagger flew from my hand, spinning through the air before clattering to the floor a few feet away. I stumbled back, off-balance, my boots scraping the concrete.

Ham’s eyes lit up, his laugh booming over the crowd’s gasps.

"Bwahahaha! Got you, motherfucker!" he roared, pulling his right arm back for a huge swing, his chopper sword glowing with yellow aura. "You’re done now, kid—no more tricks!"

I smirked, slow and quiet, my mask hiding most of it. "It’s me who got you," I said, my voice low, steady, like I’d been waiting for this.

His grin froze, his yellow eyes widening as confusion flashed across his face. "What the—" he started, but I didn’t let him finish.

My right leg snapped up fast, slamming a kick into his stomach. The air whooshed out of him with a grunt, his swing faltering mid-motion.

Before his arm could come down, I drove my left hand forward—hard and quick—straight into his throat.

*Gush*—my dagger hit flesh, a wet, choking sound escaping him as his body rocked back.

*Dum*—he crashed against the wall, the concrete cracking under the impact.

Blood sprayed from his mouth, splattering across his chest, his yellow eyes flickering like a dying bulb.

"Y-you..." he rasped, his voice weak, his hands twitching around his swords.

My eyes stayed on him—dead cold, empty, my hair falling over my face, shadowing them even more in the dark. He tried to lift his arm, his aura fading.

I twisted the handle once, then puller it free. His body slumped, sliding down the wall with a heavy thud, his swords clattering uselessly beside him. The light in his eyes faded, his grin gone, leaving just a lifeless heap on the floor.

The crowd went silent for a split second, their phone lights trembling as they caught the scene—Ham’s blood-streaked body, blood splattered on the wall, me standing over him, dagger dripping red.

Then the screams started again, sharper, wilder, as they shoved harder against the elevator doors, desperate to get out. I didn’t move, just stood there, my breath steady.