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The crowd shrank back in fear, but the deputy squad leader, Hagen, exclaimed urgently, "This isn't over! Don't fall into my hands, you bastard."
Freyr's side felt dazed, stifling laughter that threatened to escape as they watched the retreating figures vanish at an astonishing speed. Surprisingly, even during their withdrawal, there was no chaotic commotion; they retreated in an orderly fashion into the shadows.
At that moment, Aeros took a breath, seemingly having just lifted the Gene Chain to prepare for battle. He knew that even the weakest members of the Crimson Dragon Army possessed formidable individual skills. Aeros had launched a sudden attack and disrupted their formation with relentless assaults to gain the upper hand. Clearly, such extreme tactics would not yield significant results next time.
Even simple attacks, from Aeros's perspective, were executed with clarity. He entangled one opponent's hand and targeted their joints directly. However, Aeros interrupted their focused techniques with his straightforward and brutal methods. If he had been caught in a joint lock, he would have likely suffered broken bones; his collarbone was already slightly injured. Ending the fight quickly was undoubtedly the best outcome.
Froth faced off against his brother, the Freckled Man, whose speed had developed significantly. Froth struggled to keep up at times, and it appeared that he was repeatedly pressured by his opponent's attacks, leaving him unable to evade effectively. Yet, the Military Dagger in the man's hand left scratches on Froth's shoulder and arm.
Had Froth not deliberately avoided critical hits, he might have been pierced by the Military Dagger. The combination of that agile speed and the dagger's precision meant that each strike took a significant toll on him, causing Froth to feel as if he were being torn apart.
After several injuries, Froth realized he needed to observe this speed-focused twin warrior carefully. As the dagger sliced through the air toward him, he had no intention of trying to withstand it with brute force; that would be suicidal. However, even with this understanding, it was still a dangerous situation. Just as his opponent swung horizontally with the Military Dagger aimed at him, Froth tilted his head back instinctively. The dagger struck nonetheless but did not cause severe disfigurement—a sharp cut ran from the corner of his mouth to his nose.
"Heh heh heh," laughed the Freckled Man. "You fell a bit faster this time, but my knife is always faster—there's only faster and never fastest! You’ll just lie there on the ground in pain while I slice you apart!" A deep scar formed on Froth's face as blood pooled from the wound. The Freckled Man grinned wickedly as he licked the blood from his blade, showing no remorse for how many lives he had taken; he looked at Froth with cold indifference.
"Ugh..."
Froth rolled up his sleeve and quickly wiped away the blood streaming from his nose. After cleaning it up, half of his face appeared smeared with blood like a Shinra Evil Spirit. At this moment, their duel seemed only to be beginning. Although Aeros watched from afar and felt Froth was at a disadvantage and rushed forward to help him, Froth shouted sharply for him to stop three or four meters away.
The pain from his wounds was intense. As he squinted slightly in discomfort, suddenly a figure lunged forward with lethal intent—the Freckled Man charged at him with an air of deadly pride. In a reckless gamble that could cost him dearly, Froth raised his hand to block; the Military Dagger plunged deep into his arm. Taking a deep breath, Froth noticed that the Freckled Man hesitated to pull out the dagger completely, revealing a hint of panic.
At that critical moment, the Gene Lock was released. During their training period, everyone had deeply unlocked their Gene Locks through experiences of life and death, danger, and fear flooding over them like a wave. This newfound power surged within him; otherwise, that strike could have easily shattered Froth's wrist. His body convulsed as the Freckled Man struggled to withdraw the Military Dagger while throwing punches and kicks in a frenzy of rage and screams. He sensed something was off—the man before him was terrifyingly strong. His primal instincts kicked in; he did not target specific weaknesses but unleashed a chaotic sense of danger all around them.
"That's my last strike, die!" the Freckled Man shouted, raising a leg to kick towards his opponent's vulnerable spot. However, as he did so, the other party showed no reaction. Instead, they lifted their head slightly to meet his gaze with burning eyes, causing him to hurriedly step back and create distance.
"Is this all you can do? Don't joke around; why should I lose to someone like you?"
As soon as Froth finished speaking, his eyes blazed with intensity. His fist, creaking with power, shot out like a cannonball. The Freckled Man dodged swiftly, but Froth's speed was overwhelming. He stumbled slightly and felt a collision against his shoulder as if hit by a truck. Although he didn't crash into any other targets, the impact sent him flying. Instinct kicked in as Froth propelled himself forward, yanking a Military Dagger from his wrist and striking it down towards the still-standing Freckled Man. The blade pierced through both ears, leaving him momentarily disoriented.
Before he could even register what was happening or shout a warning, Froth had lifted him entirely off the ground and slammed his face into the ground without mercy. The sound of impact echoed as his mouth and nasal bones crumpled under the force; it seemed his nose had broken, and several teeth shattered from the brutal blow. In such moments of struggle, resistance only invited further attacks, so the Freckled Man chose silence.
Seeing this unfold, Hagen, the Deputy Squad Leader, realized that his favored subordinates had become bloodied messes. Only then did he react. "What are you doing? Attacking an officer is against regulations! I will report you! And you," he pointed at Freyr behind him, "you should be stopping your subordinates!"
Freyr smiled lightly and replied, "Deputy Platoon Leader, they are not my subordinates; I have no authority over them. It was your people who initiated this conflict. We are merely defending the reputation of the Crimson Dragon Army's Logistics Department against your disruptions. Are you trying to recruit combat-ready soldiers for some ulterior motive or aid the enemy?"
Hagen rubbed his forehead, his voice trembling with anger. "You’re full of crap! I would never aid the enemy! Just wait; I'll make sure to take you down if I get my hands on you."
Hagen gestured for those he had brought along to retreat while he ordered the twins on the ground to be picked up. They slowly exited the area. Although those men were reluctant to submit to authority, military orders were absolute; even if they felt something was amiss with the command given by someone of a higher rank, they had no choice but to follow through with this flawed decision.
People were rapidly retreating; it was strange how many there were—enough to equip an expanded company of cavalry.
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