Death Guns In Another World

910 Chapter 883

Slap!

"Huh?" Horace opened his eyes a few minutes later after receiving a hard slap. It hurt but more than anything, he felt energized and then looked down on his body.

He was intact! There was no injury! Which was impossible considering everything that happened.

"Was everything a nightmare?" Horace asked as he turned around and saw his other companions were fine, just like him.

If it weren't for the cracks on the floors, he would have thought it was really a nightmare, not a reality.

"I don't know," The sole woman in the group answered. Her thoughts were cloudy, so she didn't contemplate how they could all have the same nightmare!

She felt the nightmare was far too real. The sensation of her body cleaved into two was still fresh in her mind.

She has undergone arduous training to face torture, but no training ever made her see death so close.

But this didn't matter!

They were alive!

The nightmare was over!

"N-no, the nightmare isn't over," The man Pandora almost killed muttered with his voice filled with despair.

"What do--" Horace, their leader, brought his vision to the man's line of sight.

On the circular table some distance away, Pandora was sitting comfortably.

"It thought you will never wake up on your own, thus the helping hand. Let's continue, shall we?"

Pandora asked with her chin resting on her hands.

Her voice contained a chillness that made them feel as if they were in the depths of hell.

"Continue what?" The woman's muscles tensed as an unpleasant thought struck her heart.

''Continue playing, of course.'' Pandora declared with a smile and then slashed in the air.

[Spirit of the Wind: Severance!]

"NOOO!"

"Not again!"

"Please!"

Naturally, Pandora ignored their pleas and continued a few minutes later.

"Haah~ this is no fun," Pandora said with a deep sigh.

''Why are you all so weak-willed? Should you endure torture the most?"

"Weak-willed?! Endure torture longer?"

They cursed loudly.

''You devil, nobody could stay silent getting tortured like this. You're the devil incarnate.''

''Ehh! Thanks for the compliment. Let's continue.'' Pandora smiled as her eyes shone dangerously as she healed them.

Hell no! They couldn't continue getting tortured like this.

Horace summoned his sword and leaped up with his blade cutting forward toward his enemy. The floor shook, and the air trembled as the sword covered in black lightning rushed ahead.

It was as if the sword could destroy everything in its path.

"Take this!" Horace shouted as the sword arrived in front of Pandora. He was rather confident in this one, beside he was not the only one attacking.

However, to his surprise Pandora did something he had only heard about and had never seen; she raised her hand and moved her thumb and index finger forward to intercept the sword. Greenlight covered her fingers.

BOOM

A storm of chaotic energy exploded out, filled with green bolts of current. The tiles shattered into fragments, and the debris hovered in the air.

"No way," Horace's face turned deathly pale.

Time set to come to a standstill with his sword caught in between his thumb and index finger. Ripples of pressure manifested from the fingers and passed on the blade.

CRACK~

The blade cracked apart like a mirror falling on the ground. The ripples of pressure passed through the sword into Horace's body.

"AHH!" He cried in misery.

A destructive green force coursed into his body, ripping apart his veins. His organs were dislocated from their original position while his nervous system turned numb from pain.

THUD!

He fell to his knees with every part of his body bleeding.

With a calm face, Pandora turned to face the sole woman in the group attack. She attacked with her claw-like weapon. She was dashing at Pandora with her claw-like weapon ripping through the air. The claw carried a cold glint as it rushed towards Pandora's throat.

However, all Pandora did was move her hand slowly and catch the claw as if it was nothing more than a toy.

''!"

Without caring that she was the woman herself, she pushed the weapon toward the woman's face. Everything happened too fast, and before the woman could dodge, her own claw gashed through her face-ripping apart her skin and flesh.

''Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" That woman cried with blood-stained eyes.

Pandora violently kicked her in the chest. Her feet were like a giant tree that had brutally pounded onto the woman's chest.

Her chest caved in, and her back arched out while her body flew and slammed into the spike behind; she was impaled in the chest where her heart was. She died unwillingly after getting tortured; her last thought was she would have accepted this mission because she was sure to be still alive to carry her revenge against the world if she didn't come. Alas, there was no medicine for regret in this world; she died just like that.

Pandora only glanced at the dead woman; he didn't even feel the once of sympathy. She might have her reasons for joining this organization like she had her reasons for doing this. Ultimately it is the one with the bigger fist that would win.

Finally, Pandora turned her face into the man she had previously almost broken her neck and smiled.

The latter had thought he would take this opportunity to strike as she was busy taking care of his comrade; unfortunately, he was unlucky as she finished faster.

''You are the next?" She asked with her head tilted to the side, almost as if she was trying to act cute.

The man felt a chill down his spine as he heard her question. He gritted his teeth and transferred his entire strength to his fist.

"It is now or never," He thought. For the last five minutes, their group has felt life turning into hell.

''Die!"

Pandora would defeat them and slice their bodies apart. Before they could die, she would then heal them to their initial condition.

This was the third round, and none of them wished to experience a near-death state.