Hitman with a Badass System

Michael and Booth did not give a damn about their surroundings. No one could see the two of them but a blur. All the crashes tore Michael's shirt and long coat into the castle. His body had several cuts. Booth looked worse. His armor may have protected his body, but Booth's face looked swollen and bloody. Michael grabbed Booth and shot toward the sky. For a few moments, the destruction on the ground level stopped. Using this momentary stop, Xanali quickly ordered her men to take the civilians to the ships. Thunder rumbled in the sky. Mutrad saw Ghost and Booth going all out in the sky.

"ARRGHH!" Booth roared as he punched Michael in the face. He felt like he was punching a concrete wall. Still, Booth didn't stop. He vented all his anger on Michael's face.

He covered his fist with sparkling white energy. Every punch he threw had enough force to destroy a building. Up to this moment, neither of them cast any spells. This was a bloody street fight rather than a battle between two cultivators. Casting a spell could finish the battle sooner than Michael wanted. So he chose not to. He had been suppressing his anger for almost three years. Hence, He wanted this fight to be bloody, brutal, and long. Michael took all Booth's punches and spat the blood out. After letting Booth punch him almost twenty times, Michael finally grabbed Booth's fists. He headbutted Booth, breaking Booth's nose with a sickening crunch. He grabbed Booth's left ear and ripped it off. Michael wasn't using any fancy kicks, punches, or technique. Instead, he fought with his primal rage.

Booth growled in pain as Michael threw his ear into the air. Michael slapped Booth with the same bloody hand. The slap sent Booth flying onto one of the guardianships. All the captains realized it was too dangerous to stay afloat near the two of them. Booth crashed onto the ship, making the ship tremble violently. Michael shot toward Booth with the intention of stomping his chest. Booth managed to roll away at the last second, barely evading Ghost's feet. Michael's feet broke through the upper deck as he got stuck.

Booth kicked Michael on the back of his head. When his leg made contact with Michael's head, it created a clattering sound as though Booth had kicked a metal pillar. Even though Michael was a Half Immortal, a light flashed across his eyes. The Cosmic energy made Booth extremely powerful. If Michael hadn't reached level 8 of the Half Immortal stage, Booth would have had the chance to really hurt Michael. The guardians panicked seeing Michael and Booth on their ship. Every time Booth kicked Ghost, the ship swayed left and right. The captain could barely keep the ship afloat.

Michael suddenly grabbed Booth's leg and shot toward the sky from the ship. He swung Booth against the ship's sail mast with enough force to split the mast in half. Booth coughed up blood as Michael picked up the broken sail mast. It was at least ten feet long, thick log, and he brought it down on Booth.  Booth was on the ground. He blocked the sail mast instinctively. Mutrad quickly held onto the rails tighter. The sail mast hit Booth with such force that it split the entire ship in half.

Seeing the strength of a Half Immortal freaked out Mutrad. He had heard about how strong a Half Immortal could be but seeing it with his own eyes stunned him. He lifted the sail mast and hit Booth like it was a stick. When the guardians built the ship, it took five Fusion stage cultivators to raise the sail mast, yet Michael lifted it with his one hand. Booth's dragon armor cracked. The destruction of the ship caused a dust cloud. All the guardians on the ship flew away, but the poor souls who weren't at the Core Formation stage fell to their death. Their cries still echoed through the air.

Michael shook his body with pure rage as all the cuts on his body closed up. He tore off the shirt and long coat and threw them away. After getting hit by the mast, Booth fell through the crack. From the ground, Xanali saw two giant halves of the ship soaring down the sky. She immediately shot toward the sky to destroy the two halves before they hit the ground. To Xanali's shock, Ghost grabbed the edge of the two halves. He lifted them up. Mutrad was completely caught off guard. His eyes widened.

"Don't tell me…" Mutrad mumbled, seeing Ghost raising the two giant halves of the ship. Michael's body turned reddish. Every muscle in Michael's body bulged up. Even for a Half Immortal, raising a giant flying ship was not an easy feat. The ship weighed at least eight hundred thousand tons. The cargo ships were one of the biggest ships in the guardian guild. Seeing Ghost lift the halves using his raw strength freaked out every single one, including Mutrad. He had never seen such a humongous display of strength before.

Michael threw each half at Booth. The weight of the halves, coupled with the friction in the air, lit the pieces. Like two fiery meteors, the two halves oared down the sky. Booth's eyes widened. He wanted to fly away, but the injury he sustained prevented him from doing so. The first half hit Booth and the second one hit the first half, doubling the speed. The combined pieces soared down the sky and finally hit the ground. The moment they landed on the ground, the collision force formed a crater with a half a mile radius. The shock wave destroyed everything in another half-mile radius from the crater. The ground itself formed cracks in all directions.

Half of the duchy was turned into a ruin by Michael and Booth. Still, Michael wasn't done with Booth. He dashed down from the sky to find Booth among the debris. Under all the ruble, Booth remained still. He couldn't move a muscle. The images of him and Valeria playing as children flashed across his eyes. When death was at his doorstep, Booth regretted many of his life's decisions. The biggest regret was not taking Abras's head. One head cost another. He could see Valeria's kind and gentle smile. She did nothing wrong. Among everyone in the royal family, she was the only one who tried to stop Maxim Barnes from slaughtering everyone in the sanctuary. Instead, she opted for diplomatic relations with the sanctuary.

"She didn't deserve to die," Booth mumbled.

"Wake up. You have to save my daughter," Booth heard Valeria's voice in his head. Strangely, the voice sent a bolt of electricity through Booth's body. He felt revitalized. The light of life immediately returned to his eyes. His mind sent Cosmic energy to every corner of his body and healed his wounds from within. The magical Cosmic energy came to Booth's aid once again. Booth roared, lifting the debris up just enough for him to roll away.

The debris flew in all directions as Booth punched through them. Once again, Booth and Ghost clashed in mid-air. Even after suffering so many devastating attacks, Booth fought like an enraged beast. His ferociousness surprised Mutrad. The two of them once again shot toward the castle grounds at lightning-quick speed. They kept exchanging blows while flying at high speed. Finally, they landed on the ground. At that time, Noah exited the castle. He saw Ghost holding Booth's head against the ground and flying forward. Michael scraped Booth's face using the ground.

He suddenly threw Booth up high and flew toward him. In the mid-sky, crackling lightning bolts coiled around Michael's fist. He punched Booth toward the ground. Even though Cosmic energy revitalized Booth['s body and gave him the strength to fight, Michael was too strong. Cosmic energy couldn't close the gap between them. A thunderous shock wave pulsated in the sky after Michael punched Booth. Blood and spit flew out of Booth's face. The dragon armor he wore completely shattered, revealing Booth's blood-stained body. The houses that were fortunate to survive the initial shockwaves when Michael and Booth destroyed the castle crumbled down.

When Michael landed beside Booth, not a single building in Valeria remained intact. Their battle left the duchy in ruins. Smoke and cries of people filled the air. Everywhere Noah turned, he saw nothing but destruction. The sky itself split open, pouring down rain to put out the flames. Yet, Michael's eyes still glimmered with rage and killing intent. He slowly walked toward Booth, who tried to crawl away.

To the rain that stopped the flames from engulfing the duchy, it failed to put out the fire within Michael's heart. The anger within burned as hot as ever. Most of the thusian soldiers who guarded the duchy were either on the guardianships or under the rumbles. Even the guardians trembled to even look Ghost in the eyes. They had never seen such a devastating battle in their lives. The duchy seemed like a violent storm had passed by.

Noah took a step forward to stop Ghost from killing Booth. Whatever Booth had done, killing him wasn't justice but murder. However, Noah felt dizzy. The world around him began to spin. The effects of Andreas leaving his body and losing the soul energy took a toll on Noah. Everyone was focused on Ghost and failed to notice Noah collapsing down.

The rain washed down all the blood off Michael's body. He bent down and lifted Booth by his neck.

"Revenge has its own taste, doesn't it?" asked Michael. Booth lost all the strength in his body. Booth's handsome face was completely messed up by Michael. Half of his face had no skin whatsoever.

"I am the vengeance of one hundred and fifty-eight people you brutally murdered in front of my eyes," Michael slowly squeezed Booth's neck.

"Valeria's death is nothing compared to what I'd do to Victoria," said Michael.

No one dared to utter a word or even take a step forward.

"Take solace in knowing you will meet everyone you care for in the afterlife soon," Michael grabbed Booth's head.

The people felt a chill running down their spine when they heard flesh tearing. In a few seconds, Ghost ripped off Booth's head from his body. Blood gushed out of the neck, splashing on Ghost's body. Xanali took a step back in utter fear seeing the severed head in Ghost's hand. The fact that Gaya might come seeking revenge with the monster before her eyes scared the shit out of Xanali.

Michael dropped the head and stepped on it, crushing it into a paste. He turned his gaze toward Booth's headless body. He left the body untouched to let Victoria and the whole world see what would happen if someone crossed his path.