Superhero Class: Finding Meaning of Life in another world
Chapter 70: Original Wind Sword in action

Chapter 70: Original Wind Sword in action

Dawn’s eyes flashed with strong crimson light, and beams of Nine Abyss Nascent Laser eyes rushed out like divine punishment.

Sizzle! The air cracked and exploded.

The two swordsmen barely had time to react when their skulls were pierced by the devastating laser light.

The laser beam didn’t stop after killing the two unhindered, only disappearing when it had traveled the distance of roughly a hundred or so meters.

The lasers punched through their skulls like molten spears through wax. Bone, brain matter, and flesh disintegrated before they even had a chance to scream.

All the blood present in their bodies didn’t even have the opportunity to escape and fall down for the ground as it directly evaporated in the form of mist and smoke.

Thud! Following the initial momentum, their bodies fell to the ground head first like broken puppets, just a few meters away from Dawn.

Although the distance between the swordsmen’s corpses was considerable, the strong smell of burnt flesh made his stomach churn violently.

Dawn didn’t bother glancing at these arrogant bastards. To dare point their weapons at him... such people didn’t deserve a second glance from him.

Bling!

The two corpses turned into particles of mana flying into the distance, leaving behind two stat crystals shining brightly.

It was difficult to imagine something as grim as death could create such a beautiful scene.

"He is truly a demon, to kill fellow human beings without even blinking. This guy deserves death."

"Quickly surround him from all sides."

"Attack, don’t let him fly away."

Even after witnessing just how effortlessly Dawn sent the two swordsmen to their deaths, their focus didn’t waver.

With a crazed look in their eyes, they rushed forward like a tide, seemingly attempting to drown Dawn under an endless barrage of attacks.

"Fireball." "Earthen thorn."

"Wind slash!"

For a moment, the grim atmosphere was lit up by multicolored lights.

Fireballs as big as footballs, roaring with terrifying temperatures, rushed at fast speed.

The ground below Dawn’s feet cracked open, spitting pillars of razor-sharp stones.

Numerous attacks filled with devastating mana moved towards Dawn, shaking the air.

Dawn remained unmoving in the face of this barrage of attacks. To the attackers, it appeared as if he had been scared shitless, freezing in fear.

Witnessing this scene, a wild grin appeared on a middle-aged man’s face.

He was finally going to get his hand on the class crystal.

The middle-aged man was an everyday bottom dweller. He had been in the Eternal Battlefield for twenty-plus years, and yet he was still just at the Iron rank.

Once he was also filled with wild ambition and heart to conquer the world; however, when the day of his awakening came, he found out he was just a classless person.

When he finally accepted that he would forever live the life of mediocrity, he heard news that lit up the flame of ambition in his heart.

The leader of Flowing Swamp announced a reward of a class crystal to anyone who could bring him the body of the Red-Caped Demon, whether dead or alive.

"Tch! What Saviour of Suppressed people? He is nothing more than a clown, jumping around for attention."

Just before he could think about anything further, the middle-aged man felt a sense of sharp coldness moving toward him.

What?

"Huh! Why is the world spinning..."

Suddenly the world around the middle-aged man started to spin... and then the middle-aged man’s thoughts were cut off.

Crunch! One of the attackers rushing towards Dawn winced as he unknowingly stepped on a chopped-off head.

Just as he was about to curse.

A cold purplish light flashed and one more head flew in the air.

The Original Wind Sword sang with every swing. It was a melody of steel, blood, and despair—a symphony that only Dawn conducted. He stepped through the mob like a storm, severing limbs, silencing screams, turning their charge into a massacre.

The sword edge hummed softly as it tried to mirror the cold ruthless edge in Dawn’s heart.

Dawn threw a cursory glance, ignoring the multiple attacks that landed on his body. Most of the warriors attacking him were not even Silver Rank. Forget about killing him—they could not even get past his suit defenses.

He had feelings in his heart; even if he remained completely still, none of these guys would be able to realize this.

The anger in his heart soared like a flame.

"What gave them guts?"

"One Sword to Rule the World."

Original Wind Sword let out a cry and slashed. Its edge glowed with a slightly demonic touch.

[The number of opponents slain in a single attack increases].

[Brave your Myth is strengthened by your action].

The battlefield shrunk, one corpse at a time. Fifty had charged, brimming with righteous fury. Now, only eight remained, drowning in regret.

The way they looked at the Dawn figure changed.

From initial greed to confusion, then regret, and finally despair.

It was only now that they realized they had fucked up big time.

Sizzle!

Beams of crimson light flashed once more, and two people fell to the ground headless.

At this point, the legs of the remaining eight people were shaking like twigs under a ruthless storm.

A young man with weak will fell to his knees and started to beg for forgiveness.

"Please, Red-Caped Demon, forgive me..."

"I will do anything you say."

Tears were flowing out of his eyes like water from a fountain. The young man was absolutely shaken by the carnage that he witnessed today, the experience filling his heart with nothing but dread.

Hearing the young man’s words, Dawn raised his eyebrow and looked at the young man in puzzlement, wondering if he had heard correctly.

Dawn tilted his head, amused. "Forgiveness? After all that grandstanding?"

He took a step forward. The young man flinched.

"Tell me," Dawn murmured, voice soft as silk. "If our roles were reversed, would you have spared me?"

"What twisted logic?"

Dawn’s eyes were filled with a chilling light.

The surviving warriors noticed the coldness in his eyes and swallowed their saliva.