Idle Money System - Chapter 80

Chapter 80: Chapter 79 Karma is real 2
Hearing the loud shout, all of them hurriedly took out their weapons, pointing at Alexander glintly. Their faces were malicious and vicious, looking at him filled with hatred.

“Why did you kill all of my companions? Have we, the Wicked Talons, done something to offend you?” The man in the center, who was carrying a sword, bellowed.

He did not know why a mysterious person had come to massacre his group of bandits that he managed. He had always been cautious and never offended those who are not to be offended.

In front of him, he could feel that it must be a warrior since he had already massacred his members without even sweating. The hair all over him stood on end, the others were also not exempted.

Even though Alexander was just standing still without moving, the bloodlust surged like a killing wave washing over them.

They felt that they were in hell just by looking at his red eyes, visible from the black robe.

Alexander did not say anything, just looked at them coldly as he sneered inwardly. Suddenly, his eyes caught someone, making him purse his lips.

It was actually none other than the big guy who was holding a battle axe. He clearly remembered the guy’s name was Vladimir.

“Is this also fate?” Alexander muttered inwardly.

“But since you have appeared in front of me again, it’s time to put an end to this bandit gang,” he finished.

Receiving no reply, the man frowned but did not show his displeased face. Even though he was not a warrior, he was considered a strong person. Why would he not be the leader if he was not strong?

Alexander, like a mute person, did not speak. Wasting his breath on someone who is going to die would be so wasteful.

He then spread out his hand holding the blade, disappearing from the naked eye as it was covered by spectral lights storing it in his inventory.

Seeing this, the leader of the bandits sensed an impending doom. He was about to alert his brothers but it was too late. With a gust of wind, Alexander flew like a bullet, leaving two small cracks in the ground where he stood.

The man hurriedly thrust his sword, trying to intercept him, even though he couldn’t see Alexander. He decided to try his luck if he could catch him, but it was futile.

Alexander appeared, holding the blade and pinning it between his two fingers. The leader of the bandits was horrified seeing this and was about to take it back.

But Alexander exerted force in his fingers, snapping the blade. He then raised his legs and released a powerful kick.

The man was too slow to dodge, getting hit in the chest with a loud thud. Bones broke with a snap, making an ugly expression as his eyes turned white.

Puking lots of blood, his body flew, sliding to the ground far away from him. The man did not stand up, clearly he was badly damaged from that strike.

Alexander, knowing he had merely disabled the man with his earlier attack, watched as a wave of fear washed over the remaining bandits at the sight of their boss being incapacitated.

One of the bandits, driven by a mix of fear and desperation, lunged forward with his hefty sword, aiming to strike Alexander from behind in a lethal blow.

Unfazed, Alexander’s expression remained stoic. With swift precision, he clenched his fist and seized the man’s wrist, the one holding the sword, redirecting the attack and delivering a sharp blow to the man’s abdomen.

The bandit doubled over, as a surge of nausea overwhelming him, though there was nothing left in his stomach to expel.

Before he could recover, Alexander swiftly took hold of his arms, effortlessly flinging him backward.

With a firm grasp on the man’s neck, Alexander brought him crashing down to the ground with such force that a small crater formed upon impact, the man’s body crumpling inwards with a sickening thud.

[You killed a level 6 Human. You’ve gained 8 exp.]

The man did not even groan in pain as he was mashed to the earth, killing him. Alexander then glanced at the five remaining bandits.

Vladimir, with the big axe, looked at this scene filled with horror, his mouth was agape. This scene made him remember the young man from weeks ago that made him look so silly.

He could clearly remember how they were being played. Now, the event repeated itself, making him shudder incredulously.

“Brothers, since we are going to die, let’s attack together and bring our best attacks,” the man stated with heavy breaths, his face solemn as he looked at the mysterious man radiating with endless might.

The man beside him was about to cry but steeled himself, “You’re right, brother. Since we are going to die, we have to fight till the end to show this mysterious guy that we, the ‘Wicked Talons,’ are not weak,” the bandit spoke with integrity and bravery.

The others looked at him with mouths wide open, clearly amazed by his ability to speak so well, motivating them with just a few words.

They felt their morale rise inside their hearts, replacing the fear in their faces with bravery.

“You’re right, we, the Wicked Talons, are not weak. We are not afraid of you!” Vladimir said, confronting Alexander with menacing eyes, not showing any fear.

“That’s the spirit, my brothers. Let’s show this mysterious man that we are not weak man,” the man who first suggested attacking Alexander together spoke again.

Alexander observed the scene with an unchanged expression. Bravery could not bridge the vast gap in strength, it was merely a distraction from the harsh reality.

“Let’s attack on the count of three,” the man declared, positioning himself to charge at Alexander, while the others readied themselves as well.

“3” He bellowed loudly, filled with enthusiasm.

“2”

“1”

“Charge!” he shouted, leading the charge as the others followed swiftly behind.

As the bandits rallied with a collective cry to charge forward, Alexander did not stand idly. With a surged of speed, he rushes towards them.

As the man swung his blade down with menacing force, Alexander moved with uncanny agility, bending sideways to evade the strike.

In a fluid motion, he seized the man’s arms, expertly dislocating his joints with a swift, calculated maneuver, he also kicked his two nee knees creating some bone breaking sounds.

The man’s anguished groans filled the cavern as he crumpled to the ground, immobilized by the excruciating pain.

Meanwhile, two other bandits closed in on Alexander, the one was Vladimir. Anticipating their attack, Alexander sprang into action, launching a devastating counterattack.

With lightning speed, he delivered a powerful kick to their foot, the impact shattering the bones and rendering their feet useless.

The sickening sound of bones splintering echoed through the cave as the bandits fell to the ground, writhing in agony. Their foot was so flat like it was run over by a tank.

“My foot!” the other bandit shouted horribly, the excruciating pain making him wish for death.

Vladimir’s face was also livid with pain as he dropped to his knees. Their two feet were now useless, literally impossible to recover, leaving them kneeling on the ground as tears slid down their faces.

Another man rushed towards Alexander. Closing the distance with great speed, Alexander positioned his hand just an inch away from the man’s chest, directly over his heart.

With his fingers slightly curled and his hand flat, Alexander generated an incredible force from his core, extending his arm in a sudden, explosive motion.

The impact of the one-inch punch made the man’s eyes bulge in pain as the powerful strike sent him reeling. The explosive power made his heart stopped beating as he falls on the ground with a thud lying down motion less.

[You killed a level 6 Human. You’ve gained 9 exp.]

The leading man, seeing this scene, now knew what reality was. He couldn’t help but laugh at himself for how silly he was earlier.

But then his eyes saw something that made his face dark and livid with anger, “You bastard, don’t tell me this was your plan from the start!” he bellowed, full of rage, as he looked at the retreating figure running to the entrance of the cave to escape.

Hearing this, Vladimir and the other bandit glanced back and saw that it was none other than their companion their brother-in-arms who had actually betrayed them.

They were actually used so he could run and escape with his life, making them the scapegoats.

This made them angry and filled with rage, that if they were given a chance, they would really kill him.

The man who was running, with sweat pouring like a waterfall, was none other than the man who had motivated the group. He had already planned this from the very start.

When they rushed towards the mysterious man, he just stood behind but did not run yet, wanting to see if some miracle would happen if they could kill him.

However, his worldview was ruined when he saw the man only use some simple moves to decapitate them. Without thinking twice, he decided to run.

He cursed himself for not running in the first place. He did not look back as he used all his speed to escape from the cruel man. Alexander just looked at him coldly.

He then exerted force on the ground, making the debris jump up from the force, and the sword was pushed up as it floated above his knees. He then kicked the tip of the handle, and the sword flew without any constraint.

The man, who saw the view outside of the entrance of the cave not far away and was very happy that he was about to escape, but he was too late. The blade pierced his back all the way to his front.

He looked down, seeing that the blade was draped with blood, as he slowly raised his hands, shaking constantly, holding the sword blade with a pale face.

“No- no… I was… close. I was so close,” he muttered in heavy breath as he fell sideways, the blood was sliding from his mouth.

His eyes were looking at the exit as he slowly lost consciousness.

[You killed a level 5 Human. You’ve gained 9 exp.]