Rise of the Eromancer

Chapter 167 Rhys vs. The Boss (2)

"Touchdown."

Everyone in the hallway just watched as Rhys casually stood up from the slab of concrete that had bits and pieces of flesh and guts spewing from beneath it. His clothes were completely tattered, and there were traces of blood painting his body. But if one were to look closer, there was absolutely no trace of a wound on him at all.

"Wrong sport there, bruv…" The Boss let out a grunting breath as he stared at Rhys before looking down, only to see that his own leg that he used to kick Rhys was actually bleeding — no, it was broken. Seeing this, the Boss' eyebrows started to lower and a snarl slowly formed on his face,

"...This is my good leg."

"At least you still have two," Rhys said as he stepped down from the large debris; his eyes, scanning the hallway.

And as soon as he saw that there were other people present there, he did not even give them time to react and kicked the large piece of the ceiling behind him straight toward them — those who were unfortunate enough to not be able to react were turned into mincemeat and painted the floor red,

"That's probably half of your numbers already culled, I would retreat if I were you."

"Boss!" Those who managed to dodge the debris quickly and expertly surrounded Rhys, handling all sorts of elements around them or summoning their weapons as they focused their attention on Rhys. The Boss, however, raised his fist at this.

"Go secure the hostages," the Boss' words were almost whispers as his voice turned deep while glaring at Rhys, "Just continue as we planned, brothers and sisters…

…and wait for me to finish this Blackie. It won't be long."

"Boss…" The Boss' lackeys all looked at each other repeatedly before just nodding their heads at the same time and running away to the surveillance room.

"Although they're sloppy, your men are clearly trained," Rhys did not really make a move on them and just watched them disappear, "Mercenaries? But since you're using code names, you're probably Military."

"None of your concern, bruv," the Boss' face twitched as he glanced at the blood, guts, and mushed flesh behind Rhys.

"Were you close?" Rhys also glanced at Husky's remains, "Military, then. This is a coup."

"Typical of the yankees to just make everything their problem," the Boss almost growled at Rhys as he balled his hands into fists, "Now that I think about it, you're from the Underworld Corps of Amerka…

…were you sent here to intercept us? Was someone actually watching us all this time?"

"...No," Rhys could really only sigh in frustration as he heard the Boss' words, "I was dragged here by… fate. And then kept by the spoiled children that happen to be your hostages."

"I would ask you to join us," the Boss' face once again twitched as he glanced at Husky's remains, "But you already killed my friend so—"

The Boss did not really give any warning as he disappeared from his spot; cracking and destroying the floor with each of his steps as he rushed toward Rhys with his large arms opened. This time, however, Rhys only stood his ground.

The Boss was insanely large, and yet one would completely miss him with just a single blink due to his abnormal speed — and the Boss was using his strength and speed to their full advantage as he started swaying from his path; moving randomly across the hallway and even managing to run on the walls.

"Your speed is unnatural…" Rhys started to talk, gesturing with his hand as he watched the walls shattering as the Boss' foot and hand prints were left on them, "...I also knew someone of your size who could move that fast — someone who was the blood of Hermes flowing through their veins and also abnormally large. Do you want to know how he died?"

"I didn't expect you to be this talkative!" And almost as if on cue, the Boss suddenly appeared behind Rhys; his large fist, already only inches away from slamming against the back of Rhys's head.

"Yes," Rhys, on the other hand, just needed to take one step forward to completely avoid the Boss' fist… because he just suddenly stopped in mid-air, "He died because he was already trapped in a prison of web… very much like you are now. He was so busy listening to me scream and talk that he did not even notice all the threads scattered everywhere."

"You…" The Boss could really only grit his teeth as he felt the sharp threads slowly digging into his fist and arm—no. The threads were digging through every part of his body; his neck, legs, and waist. Even then, however, the Boss' quickly became unfazed, "...You think something like this can stop me? I'm not just fast, kid."

"I know, Sir," Rhys just casually replied as he watched as the Boss started contracting his muscles; causing the threads that were previously digging through his flesh to almost stretch and loosen.

"I'm not just fast," the Boss repeated his words, "I'm—"

"Dead."

And without even letting the Boss say what he wanted to say, Rhys suddenly leaped back. And this time, it was Rhys's turn to disappear and destroy the ground beneath his feet as he suddenly rushed toward the Boss — increasing his speed by removing the air in front of him, and then giving himself a little boost by blasting wind behind him.

Rhys almost looked like a bullet as he flew straight toward the Boss; his fist, hitting the Boss right on the face… completely removing his head clean as the thread sliced his neck due to the sudden force.

"Hm…" Rhys just watched as the Boss' head violently flew to the wall; slightly piercing through it and sticking on it, adorning the wall like some sort of prized trophy.

Durable. If Rhys was to guess what the Boss was going to say, he was probably going to say he was durable. Rhys then turned to look at his fist, only to see the skin on his knuckles completely chaffed and exposing his bones.

He wasn't really looking at his chaffed hand because he was hurt, however, but because he was starting to realize how strong he had actually become. In another format, the Boss would probably be considered a High Ranking Explorer, he was strong — incredibly so.

…And yet Rhys wasn't even trying his best. His ability, Eros's ability to gain the powers of others is just… on a different level. Just who exactly is Eros? He could probably summon Arachnea to ask her again, but he doubts she would reveal anything anymore… and might actually just truly kill him this time.

And so, after trying his best to stray off the thoughts he was having, Rhys shook his head and focused his attention on the direction of the surveillance room. After all…

…he wasn't done eliminating all the hostiles.