Born Op
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Chapter 51: Marcus
“Hoooo ... is this a city that fell to ruin in an apocalyptic settings, such nice view” said Marcus as he looked around from a tall building he arrived at when he opened his eyes after stepping into the portal.
He walked to the edge of the building and dropped without a care.
As he got to the ground the wind element under his feet changed subtly and he landed with grace.
He walked around as he looked at the buildings, some cut in half, some were already totally destroyed, some were fine but their window were shattered.
He walked as he explored everything taking in the new sight with happiness as if he was on vacation or some picnic.
Although he did all this, he didn’t let down his guard at all as a single mistake means death.
As he moved he heard some noises and moved in that direction in other to see what was happening.
He jumped on walls and moved between two buildings skillfully, as such art could make even professional traceur vomit blood in shame.
As he arrived at the top of a building, he looked down and saw thousands of zombies clustered together as if they were an army and ready to pounce on anyone they saw.
Marcus knew zombies were sensitive to sound, so he decided to make a dramatic entrance for this show.
Then he jumped from the roof and landed like a heavy weight was just dropped making a very loud noise.
All zombies turned their attention to his direction and looked at him like a meal.
They all moved, staggering their way towards him so they could get a bite.
Marcus didn’t need for them to come over, he would go over and greet them first.
Since they weren’t anyone above the A rank here, he didn’t bother unsheathing the sword floating behind him at all.
He just took a step and appeared beside a zombie and sent a simple punch to the head.
As the head exploded, Marcus moved to another zombie before it touched the ground.
Anyone who saw Marcus right now would think he was a martial art specialist.
He attacked using different parts of his body, his fingers, his elbows, his wrist, his fist, his palm, his knee, his foot heel, his toe.
Every part of his body became a lethal weapon over his precise and meticulous body control.
He only left a blur in his previous location as soon as he left.
Even the zombies at the A rank were not strong enough to follow his speed and could only die like they were cannon fodders.
Marcus moved around harvesting lives ... or undead with occasional sounds of heads exploding resounding in the area.
No drop of these zombies blood could be seen on Marcus body as before they even touched him, they were stopped by wind barrier that formed immediately in the area the blood were about to touch, stopping it in their tracks.
After five minutes of intense movement, Marcus came a stop as he has finished harvesting points for this area.
For the level of movement he just made, not a single drop of sweat could be seen, like as if this wasn’t even enough for a warm up.
Marcus smiled as he has finally at least gotten an action that wasn’t those boring sparring.
He raised his hand as wind moved bringing all the corpses towards him as he stored them all in his space ring.
“With this at least I should have a good ranking as we are just starting, I better keep this going” Marcus said as he looked around one last time, then disappeared on the spot.
As Marcus ran on the streets, an arrow was shot at him from a rather far distance with pinpoint accuracy.
Marcus didn’t move, he just came to a stop as soon as he saw the arrow approaching.
The sword that has been moving with him since he entered the secret realm suddenly vibrated and moved on it’s own will and smashed the arrow to smithereens.
“Thank you” said Marcus to the sword as it vibrated as if understanding him.
The sword was refined directly from his physique and basically soul-bound.
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