Chapter 181 Dancing in the Rain
This was a scene of utter domination, yet everyone felt nervous.
This was true momentum.
It was the unwavering presence of a man, blindfolded and barehanded, standing against 600 ravenous wolves.
Legends were built on such displays.
Ten years ago, a lone stranger faced down nine gang leaders. He lost an arm that day, but ultimately rose to become the undisputed king of Wavehaven's underworld.
Five years ago, a street thug known as Hound had thirteen bones broken in a single brawl, yet he refused to fall. He woke up in the ICU to a promotion, instantly made third-in-command of his gang.
The underworld respected strength above all else.
And strength was synonymous with ferocity.
Even the veteran gangsters watching from the stands were moved by Elbert's sheer audacity.
Brother Seven's eyes gleamed with newfound hope. He murmured, "If he survives this night, he'll be a legend."
The Black Fox gang members watched with bated breath.
'Boss is insane!' they exclaimed inwardly.
His aura was undeniable, reaching heights they'd never witnessed.
Only Melissa remained serious, her worry increasing.
She had initially thought this was just another gang fight, a brawl they could handle. With Mr. Paul's skills, it should have been a walk in the park.
However, he had escalated the situation to a terrifying degree.
Fear gnawed at her.
'He's just a man, made up of flesh and blood. This is beyond the realm of human capability, so why is he doing this?' she questioned inside.
'His will is my command. I'd stand by his side, even if it meant risking my own life.' She made up her mind, her gaze cold.
She signaled to Black Fox, who immediately understood.
"Listen up!" Black Fox yelled to his men. "If Mr. Paul is even touched, we charge in! I don't care what happens; our priority is his safety!"
"Got it, boss!" The Black Fox gang roared back in unison.
Elbert was enveloped in darkness.
The only sound was the relentless rain.
"Six hundred individuals," Robert's voice echoed in his mind, "Each with their own will, plus the interference of millions of raindrops. This is consciousness liberation on a grand scale!"
"Ready yourself, Elbert. Ten minutes; can you handle it?"
Suddenly, the Dragon Pride leader's voice boomed across the battlefield. "Men! The boss has promised to handle any consequences! Tonight, we paint the ground red!"
"Fifty grand for each of Black Fox's fingers! Eighty for his tongue! One hundred for an arm, two hundred for a leg!"
Bloodthirsty screams erupted from the 600 Dragon Pride members.
Elbert felt a thousand tiny pinpricks on his skin.
It was the chilling sensation of being hunted. Every instinct screamed danger.
'Relax. I need to enhance my perception.' He told himself and started to concentrate.
Red dots flickered into existence within his mind, reflecting chaotic malice.
Six hundred thugs, each one hungry for his blood.
Their battle cry shook the very air.
They charged, like a human wave crashing toward him.
Elbert's brow furrowed.
He shifted his weight, the ground seeming to ripple beneath him, and met the onslaught head-on.
He was instantly engulfed.
Dozens of clubs swung down, fists and feet lashed out.
But to him, it was a symphony of data. Each attack was a danger signal, clearly-defined within his mind.
Angles of evasion and counter-attacks flooded his consciousness, far exceeding the number of threats.
"Weak."
"You're all so weak."
His fist slammed out, shattering bones and wood, producing yelling.
Screams filled the air.
More thugs pressed forward, eager to claim their prize.
A kick snapped a ribcage, sending a body flying and crashing into others.
Wherever Elbert moved, a path cleared.
The gangsters watching from the stands could only stare in disbelief.
The bodies on the field seemed to part and reform around Elbert.
Every punch and kick created a ripple in the crowd.
The rain intensified, mud flying as Elbert's strength grew.
Men dropped like flies.
"Incredible!" Robert's voice echoed. "Neural transmission rate up by 240%! Keep pushing, Elbert!"
Elbert's mind was a whirlwind of information.
There was so much to process and calculate.
He filtered out the rain, focusing on the rhythm of battle.
Every movement was precise, controlled power.
Two minutes passed.
"300 percent!" Robert roared. "You're exceeding all expectations, Elbert!"
The onlookers watched in stunned silence.
A lone figure, like white amidst a sea of black, danced through the downpour.
His shirt clung to his body, rain streaming from his hair.
He moved with terrifying grace, a force of nature unleashed.
The Dragon Pride thugs were nothing more than ants before him.
And behind him, the number of bodies continued to grow.
"Metabolic rate at 99.99%!" Robert's voice was a frenzied chant. "Don't let up, Elbert!"
Elbert was losing himself in the battle, the red dots in his mind diminishing.
"Are there no more challengers?" he felt unsatisfied, shouting from his heart.
With another punch, another cluster of red dots extinguished.
The remaining ones flickered, their lights fading.
Fear had infected the Dragon Pride ranks. They saw a demon, an unstoppable force of destruction.
Their will to fight crumbled.
After eight minutes, the battle cries were halved.
By ten, only whimpers and groans remained.
Twelve minutes later, the Dragon Pride Syndicate's spirit was broken.
The remaining thugs, no more than a dozen, turned to flee.
'This is no man; it's a monster!'
'He's unbeatable.'
Everyone held the same thoughts, gaping.
"You came to fight," Elbert's voice boomed across the battlefield, "now face the consequences!"
He launched himself into the air, a white blur against the storm clouds.
He covered six and seven meters in a single leap.
Thuds echoed through the air as the remaining thugs were sent crashing to the ground.
The rain eased as if even the heavens were stunned into silence.
A lone figure in white stood at the center of the battlefield, surrounded by groaning bodies and discarded weapons.
Elbert remained blindfolded.
The Dragon Pride thugs were beyond broken. They crawled through the mud, desperate to escape the carnage.
Only one thought remained; to get as far away from this demon as possible.
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