Ray currently stood in the centre of the arena looking at the 9 men on the floor rolling about. For some reason even though they were suffering, Ray's anger wasn't settling down. It was as if another part of his body had taken over.
Every time he would hit one of them, images of Amy, images of Gary being hurt by Pureblood, and images of Monk when he was hurt by Sebastian would flash through his head. These types of people didn't deserve to live.
Ray started walking over to the person closest to him. Everyone was watching in anticipation wondering what he was going to do.
"The boy's going to kill them. I'm telling you we need to get him out of there!" One of the elders demanded.
The old man remained silent and decided to just watch intently. Slyvia and the rest were also holding their breath, wondering what Ray would do next.
Ray bent down to the person closest him and said.
"You will never be able to use Ki, ever again."
Ray then placed his hand on top of the man's chest.
