Battle Harem of the Heavenly Sword



AN Note: Next chapters are R18/Gore/Brutality chapters, Read at your own risk, not for the faint of heart. Enjoy the read.

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Fear, a feeling that has the power to move the body subconsciously. Whether by impulse or recklessness, the human body has automatic responses built into it. This was why most military and law enforcement forces had grueling training, to take control of the body.

Luckily the bastards in front of Hiro were neither. At his taunt the teammates of the deceased warrior all charged for Hiro out of fear. Unperturbed Hiro calmly walked towards the running warriors. They all swung their weapons towards the Wolfen butcher.

Three people came from his left, right, and center. They aimed for his neck, armpit, and gut. These places lacked bone, thus could take down powerful people in one strike. But the next sound they heard dumbfounded them all.

*Clang!*

With a sword in his neck, armpit, and gut the blades failed to pierce the skin. Like striking steel, the sound of metal against metal echoed all around. Due to using skills they all froze because of the stupor window. Terror reigned in their eyes like sheep to be slaughtered.

Hiro then smiled as he countered. The man kicked the knees of the one to his left and snapped his leg into the wrong position. The man fell to the ground sideways as he screamed in pain. Joy could be seen as Hiro threw a powerful punch towards the gut of the one in front of him. The impact violently tore a hole into his attacker's armor and clothes with flesh, and bone flung away.

He then spun so fast the one to throw the one to his left to the side, he executed a roundhouse kick that decapitated the man's head. Like the punch from before the severed skull didn't fly away but exploded in a bloody mist.

The Butcher then grabbed the decapitated corpse and smashed the one with the broken knee as one would hammer a nail. As the body still had the resilience of a system user, the last attacker died flattened like a pancake.

Enjoying himself Hiro then threw the body towards a certain direction. The fourth posse of the first man quickly bisected the incoming corpse in panic. As he did he no longer saw Hiro once his field of vision returned he then felt a hand grab his neck and pull him for a ride.

The man then got carried by Hiro as he raced towards one of the swords. Unable to stop, resist or force the butcher to stop, the warrior crossed his arms as he cried out in despair. Not fazed in the slightest, Hiro slammed the man face-first into the greatsword and continued to run.

Momentum can never be stopped unless an equal force is exerted on it. This principle caused the man to be messily bisected completely with Hiro letting go when the sword's edge reached the neck. Hiro then flicked his fingers to get rid of the blood and looked at the rest of the participants.

The public has been panicking from the intense vomit-inducing brutality. Yet not even a minute passed. Unlike the regular people, however, the system users all saw the results of Hiro's actions. Not many could see him move, but they did pick up how each of the four men suddenly died.

Like rabbits in front of a wolf, the people in the arena did not move. Right now they cared only about one thing. Survival. Fighting the lunatic in front of them is suicide. This was not an even fight, it was a massacre!

Even the Bangers loudly gulped as they stood in formation. Everyone then remembered the words of the crown prince before the BHR qualifiers started.

(…Well you are free to think what you want Lola, I will say this though. My friend and his battle harem have a unique disposition and I would like to warn everybody competing.)I think you should take a look at

(My friend can see the nature of one's morality. This means he knows who is righteous and can separate them from bad eggs. I partly joined this interview to announce this. With my friend joining evil people will not survive the encounter. So treasure your lives above all.)

The prince originally didn't mind the shit that they did. But now he sent his dog to clean them up. This was a trap! When this thought filled their minds, those with lesser wills all started to run. Hiro then disappeared as his words echoed in the skies.

"You liked this feeling right? The thrill of hunting. With how many crimes you all had between you. The blood of your victims calls for vengeance. And I am her messenger."

There were about a dozen people that ran in separate directions. Like mice scurrying away, they all tried to shake off the predator hunting them. But they all met the same fate. A hand grabbed them and threw them towards one of the swords buried in the arena.

As if playing fruit ninja, the twelve people all got sliced and cut by the swords at weird angles. Because of the immense force, they didn't stop even after getting slashed by one sword. Their pieces continued on and got further cut by the other blades.

Like painting a demon summoning circle blood now drenched the battleground as seventeen men's worth of blood spilled in under ten minutes. As the remaining people saw the tyrannical power those who used their brains stayed put.

Eventually, Hiro reappeared at the middle of the star as he gestured to the rest to come at him. One of the remaining thirty-two people started a dialogue with the Wolfen butcher. He bowed his head to the ground as he pleaded.

"MASTER! PLEASE TAKE ME AS YOUR SLAVE! I WILL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING I HAVE JUST LET ME LIVE!"

Not even a second passed before the butcher responded. He appeared in front of the bowing man and stomped his head into the ground. Under the mighty force of Hiro's boot, the man got buried and had his head crushed like a tomato. Hiro then picked up the corpse by its legs and slammed it into a greatsword.

The body got torn into pieces with a leg remaining in Hiro's hand. Blood flowed out of the leg as bone and sinew lay exposed to those watching. The smell of blood and death covered the arena so much only the most hardcore fans could continue to watch.

With a severed leg as a stick Hiro rebuked the people in the arena like a teacher would her class. "Didn't I already tell you all? Come at me and die trying. Or die where you stand. There was no other option when you got in here with me!"

A lot of the scoundrels were already trembling like death row inmates in front of an execution. One managed to gather the spirit to threaten Hiro. "You will not get away with this! I am in tight with the Arma kingdoms Prince!"

Hiro whistled at the announcement and slowly walked towards him. The butcher then placed a hand on the man's shoulder and spoke. "Great. Great. Call them here for me okay?" confused by Hiro's words the man couldn't even say anything as Hiro took the man's forearm and pulled.

The sounds of snapping bone and tearing flesh echoed amidst the man's bloodcurdling screams. When Hiro dismembered him the butcher then slapped the man with the severed arm. "What are you doing? Didn't I say to call them? Call them now or I will tear your legs next!"

When the man began screaming for the prince of the Arma kingdom Hiro smiled as he sent the man flying. "Just kidding. I will be coming for him soon." Naturally, the trajectory of the friend of Arma directly flowed towards one of the swords. In the next second, he got quartered as his pieces littered the arena.

"Nineteen down, Thirty more, lets's enjoy this shall we?"

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