Hitman With A Badass System

Chapter 1327  Michael vs Wulfric II

Witnessing Deacon's fate, the others immediately united in their attacks. They knew there was no room for negotiation. Professor Kayla, embodying her warrior heritage, summoned ethereal swords that danced around her, slicing through the air towards Michael. Each sword shimmered with a silvery glow, aimed with precision, yet Michael's quick movements effortlessly deflected them.

Meanwhile, Lane, drawing from his knowledge of alchemy, hurled a series of concocted vials ahead. Upon impact, they erupted into blinding flashes and noxious fumes, designed to disorient. But Michael, with a wave of his hand, dispersed the fumes with a burst of wind blast, showcasing his own resourcefulness.

From the back, Elliot Watson cast his powerful spells and fired rapid bolts of lightning at Michael. Each bolt zipped through the air with a sizzle, aiming to catch Michael off guard. Yet, Michael's responsive energy shield materialized around him, completely absorbing the lightning bolts. Elliot was stunned to see his most powerful spell seem so insignificant before the Dark Lord. But his subconscious mind made sense out of this. The Dark Lord was not just a cultivator. He was a god, God of Darkness. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Elidyr and the dark army soldiers stepped back, letting their lord deal with the Mazeroth professors and students. But Elidyr's gaze never left Wulfric, who was preparing to cast a spell while the others distracted the Dark Lord. Bethany White, not to be outdone, chanted softly as she knelt down and drew some runes on the ground, making the ground beneath Michael's feet glow. These runes formed an etherial cage around Michael. For a brief second, it seemed to hold, but Michael's power surged, shattering the magical restraints with a mere shrug.

"He needs time," Lane muttered under his breath. Lane, with a somber expression, drew from his extensive knowledge of potions and alchemy. He pulled several vials from his robes, throwing them into the mix. The vials shattered on impact, releasing swirling mists of various hues that created a disorienting haze. Within the haze, spectral images of fearsome creatures appeared, darting toward Michael in an attempt to confuse and distract him. He hoped it would buy precious seconds for Wulfric to finish casting his spell.

But deep down, Lane knew that no matter how powerful the spell might be, it would not damage the Dark Lord because the Dark Lord was a god, and mortal spells and cultivations could not put a dent in him.

"Really now, is this the best you've got?" Michael snickered, finding the spectacle before him amusing rather than threatening.

His hands moved through the air, tracing complex patterns that glowed with an ethereal light. As he chanted, the energy merged into a massive, swirling vortex of light and shadow directly above him, casting eerie shadows and brilliant flashes of light across the hall.

The spell was terrifying in magnitude, radiating waves of force that made even the bravest hearts among the onlookers falter. The graduates and professors gaped in awe and fear, their faces illuminated by the spell's radiant energy. The spell resembled a storm with bolts of lightning and thunderous roars emanating from its core, powerful enough to shake the academy's foundations.

As Wulfric's spell reached its peak intensity, it unleashed a torrent of energy that seemed to tear at the very air. But he knew no matter what spell he cast, it would not even scratch him. But he wanted to show them the sheer gap between them mortals and him, a God.

The hall vibrated under the immense power of the spell as the walls groaned, cracking from the force. Soon, a blinding light followed by a deafening roar enveloped Michael, sending shockwaves through the hall that hurled the onlookers back. Professors and graduates alike were tossed aside like ragdolls, their bodies slamming against the walls with thuds that echoed ominously.

Dust and debris filled the air as the hall was shrouded in a cloud of smoke and fire where Michael had stood. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of coughing and the settling of dust.

"Is it… is it over?" Bethany gasped, pushing herself up from the rubble.

"Did we… did we get him?" Diego said with a shaky voice as he wiped the dust from his face.

On the other hand, Professor Kayla, steadying herself against a cracked pillar, coughed out the dust and tried to peer through the haze. "Everyone, stay alert," she warned the others. But Lane did not utter a word.

As the dust began to settle, the silhouette of a figure started to emerge where the spell had struck. The figure stood unharmed, the dark energy around him dissipating the remnants of the spell as if it were mere mist. This figure was none other than Michael himself. "Impressive. But not nearly enough," Michae said with a cold smirk.

The graduates and professors were stunned beyond words. Even knowing he was a god, they harbored a faint hope that Wulfric, the most powerful cultivator they knew, and his formidable spell might at least slow down the Dark Lord. However, Michael faced the spell head-on and emerged as if nothing had happened. He calmly cracked his neck as notifications from his system rang out, rewarding him with badass points.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 50,000 Badass points]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 50,000 Badass points]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 50,000 Badass points]

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Then, Michael casually flicked his wrist, and the Doombringer materialized in his hand. The moment the war hammer appeared, the temperature around them dropped slightly. Everyone could see the hammer's head glowing with an icy blue and emitting a chilly frost. Runes engraved all over the hammer glowed menacingly, sending chills down their spines.

"I'd love to entertain you, but I'm in a rush. So let's finish this quick, shall we?" Michael casually smirked and raised the hammer.

"Take cover!"

As Kayla Martin's warning to take cover echoed through the hall, Michael, without a word, raised the Doombringer. He activated the ancient ice core within the hammer and slammed it against the floor. The impact sent shock waves throughout the hall, the ground cracking and forming a crater under the tremendous force. Everyone, including Wulfric, was sent flying by the sheer power of the blast.

But the devastation didn't end there. From the hammer's core, a sweeping wave of frost burst forth, rapidly spreading across the hall. The intense cold washed over everyone and everything, instantly freezing them solid. Thick layers of ice formed rapidly, encasing the fighters in crystal-clear prisons. The entire hall turned into a wintry landscape, with frost clinging to every surface and soldiers frozen in mid-action, their expressions locked in time by the chilling force of the Dark Lord's weapon.

The temperature dropped so severely that the very air seemed to crystallize, sparkling under the dim light as silence fell over the frozen scene.

On the other hand, the Dark Army soldiers, who had only heard rumors of the Dark Lord's second weapon, stood frozen—not by the ice, but by sheer awe and fear. They had witnessed the Doombringer's power first-hand, a sight both terrifying and mesmerizing.

"Fuck me, did you see that?" one soldier gasped as he looked around at the frozen figures of their opponents, their faces etched in surprise and fear.

"Shit, that's no ordinary weapon. That's like some end-of-the-world type shit right there," another chimed in, keeping his eyes fixed on Michael, who stood calm and commanding amidst the frosty silence.

"Man, the boss wasn't kidding when he said he was going to finish this quick. But freezing a Half Celestial like he's nothing? That's just insane," another added, shaking his head in disbelief.

"He is a God…And this wasn't even a fight to begin with," Elidyr silenced the questions, emphasizing the power gap between a god and mortals.

Michael slowly walked toward Wulfric and Lane, who were both frozen and caged inside an icy shield. Only their pupils moved.

"This will all end soon," Michael said to them calmly before turning to look at his men.

"Let's go take over this portal gateway to Skyhall. And someone wake her up. She's sleeping," Michael didn't know whether to laugh or kick Lenora's butt when he heard her snoring on the ground like she was on vacation.

The dark army soldiers broke into nervous laughter despite the seriousness of the situation. But Elidyr was as cold as the ice around him. The revelations of the past and the memories he now had made even taking a step forward hard. His whole body was still trembling, not due to the chill but to the heaviness in his heart and mind. Seeing Elidyr's state, Michael took a deep breath and walked toward him.

"The Skyhall will pay for everything they did. I know this won't change the past but will give you closure. We'll make sure the Skyhall or the gods can't hurt anyone anymore. We will be the new order, both in the mortal realm and in the realm of the gods," Michael said, then nothing more before he walked out of the hall. The dark army soldiers, Elidyr, and Lenora, who had just woken up and looked at the scene like a child who got lost, quickly followed him.

At that moment, Michael was only one step away from settling the score with the Skyhall and starting a new era for the mortal realm.