The air trembled. The 500 Dark Crocodile Society foot soldiers stood frozen in their ranks, weapons clutched tight in their sweating palms, staring at the man who dared to defy them alone.
Daniel—Cheon Ma—stood tall, shirt torn, muscles hardened from years of brutal training, the azure dragon tattoo on his back glaring like it was alive. His grin widened, sharp and merciless.
Then, he moved.
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The first soldier lunged with a knife—Daniel caught his wrist, twisted it until bone snapped like dry wood, then drove his elbow into the man's throat. The soldier collapsed choking, eyes wide with terror.
Another swung a pipe—Daniel ducked low, swept his leg, and sent the man spinning before smashing his face with a brutal kick. Blood sprayed across the stone floor.
"AAAAAHHHH!" a squad charged together.
Daniel leapt into them like a beast among sheep. His fists cracked skulls, his knees shattered ribs, his brutal throws smashed men into walls. Each strike was so precise, so merciless, it was as if he'd been born for slaughter.
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From the sidelines, the Speed Faction could only watch.
Sung Jegal's jaw dropped. "What… what the fuck is this…?!"
Roy Kwon muttered, "He's not fighting… he's butchering."
Boknam Lee shivered, the beastly aura pressing down on him. "That's not a man. That's… a demon."
Yeowool's normally calm eyes widened. She whispered, "Cheon Ma… what are you?"
Jaegyeon Na's gaze was steady, but his fists clenched. This presence… this killing intent… this is beyond anything I've ever seen. He's dangerous. More dangerous than any of us.
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The soldiers screamed as they tried to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.
"Kill him!"
"Stab the bastard!"
A dozen knives slashed at once—Daniel twisted through them, grabbed a soldier's arm, and used his body as a shield. Blades pierced into their own man as Daniel grinned wickedly, then flung the corpse into another group.
Blood sprayed, screams filled the air, and the ground became slick with crimson.
He caught another soldier by the jaw, lifted him, and slammed his head into the pavement so hard the ground cracked.
Another tried to stab him from behind—Daniel elbowed backward, breaking ribs, then turned and broke the man's skull with a single punch.
His movements weren't just brutal—they were efficient, cold, like an executioner at work.
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The civilians who had fled earlier now peeked from alleys and broken windows. Their whispers filled the night air.
"Who… who is that man?"
"He's slaughtering the Dark Crocodile Society… alone."
"A demon… a hero… what is he?"
"Cheon Ma… remember that name. Cheon Ma."
Fear and awe mixed in their voices. For the first time in years, the people of Incheon saw the Dark Crocodile Society's soldiers—the men who ruled them through fear—cut down like animals.
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Daniel stood in the middle of the carnage, chest heaving, blood dripping from his knuckles, eyes glowing cold and merciless.
Around him, the bodies of dozens of soldiers lay broken. The survivors hesitated, trembling, blades shaking in their hands.
Daniel tilted his head back, his demon's grin stretching ear to ear, and let out a dark laugh that echoed through the ruined streets.
"HAHAHAHAHA…!"
He pointed at the remaining soldiers with bloodied hands.
"Come! All of you! Your blood will pave the way to your king. Struggle, scream, curse—do whatever the fuck you want! Nothing will save you."
The soldiers trembled. Some dropped their weapons. Others roared in desperation and charged.
And Daniel welcomed them all.
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