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They were just moving too fast...

As we moved forward, Allen expertly swung his war flail, deflecting the bullets fired by the rebels.

Each hit sent bullets flying in different directions, clearing our path.

How is he even doing that?

For a gold ranker to see a bullet with his bare eyes and deflect it with his weapon was just mind-blowing.

I felt like he was using a skill because there\'s no way he could do it that easily otherwise...

Sam, on the other hand, was incredibly fast and agile, dodging the shots and closing the distance between him and the rebels...

There were eight rebels stationed at the entrance.

Sam was the first to reach them and began fighting with two of them...

When we reached the entrance, the rebels changed their strategy.

They pulled out their regular weaponsspears, swords, daggers, and other blades.

The air reverberated with the clang of steel as the battle shifted to close-quarters combat, rendering guns ineffective...

Allen swung his flail with devastating force, smashing through the rebels\' defenses and taking down several of them.

I literally saw him smashing a certain rebel\'s balls with his flail...

Man, I hope that guy is ok...

I have to admit, even I was horrified.

I could understand how that guy felt.

Sam was just as deadly as his brother, as he also especially targeted the stomachs of the rebels he fought and, stabbed them hard so, they enter deep, making it painful for a rebel to fight more...

I don\'t know what his issue is with stomachs, but it\'s clear he has a strong dislike for that particular part...

They weren\'t just brothers; they were like devils who like to torture...

Together, they killed six rebels in a matter of moments.

In the midst of their battle, one of the rebels charged toward me with a sword in hand.

I reacted quickly, raising my daggers to meet his attack.

He swung his sword in a wide arc, aiming for my head.

I ducked under the strike, feeling the rush of air as the blade passed over me.

I countered with a swift stab to his side, my dagger sinking into his flesh.

He grunted in pain but didn\'t falter, swinging his sword again in a desperate attempt to hit me.

I sidestepped his attack and slashed at his wrist, causing him to drop his weapon.

With both daggers, I unleashed a flurry of strikes at his hand, chest, stomach, and legsany part I could target.

The rebel foolishly tried to block with his remaining hand, but I was too fast.

The rebel was in very bad shape, with countless cuts from his upper to lower body and blood flowing everywhere...

He was barely holding on in the last few minutes of his life...

After a few more minutes of fighting, when he could no longer defend himself and had given up all hope to live, I stopped playing around and decided to finish it quickly.

I landed a final blow to his chest, stabbing him and causing him to crumple to the ground, defeated.

I also heard Allen\'s voice saying, "Took you longer than I expected."

Looking around, all I could see was a blood bath scene, with Allen and his brother standing amidst it all.

The rebels lay dead, their lives taken by the Smith brothers.

They must have regretted their choice to be rebel in this life, facing such brutal endssome with crushed skulls, others with fatal wounds to their stomachs or chests.

Their deaths were undeniably cruel.

I didn\'t feel sympathy for them, though.

They had themselves killed many children and, peoples in a recent massacre just a month ago.

"Can\'t you both just kill them normally?" I asked Sam and Allen.

Sam remained silent, shaking his head twice.

Allen responded teasingly, "Huh? Isn\'t it how normal people kill? Besides, who cares if I kill them brutally or not?"

"I said, \'I do care!\'"

Allen asked, "Why?"

"Because it\'s disgusting."

The scene was so disgusting that I had almost vomited a while ago.

I was barely able to hold back...

"Oh, come on. Haven\'t you ever seen a drop of blood before?" Allen asked.

This looks to you a drop of blood...

"Yeah, I have," I replied. "But this isn\'t just a drop of blood; it\'s a bloodbath."

"Whatever," Allen muttered dismissively.

Allen regarded me with a hint of amusement in his eyes but didn\'t argue further. Instead, he nodded in acknowledgment.

As the sounds of battle subsided momentarily, we went inside of the entrance.

I looked around and saw two corridors branching offone to the left and the other to the right.

"We should split up," I suggested, glancing at Sam and Allen. "You two go left, and we\'ll take the right. It\'ll cover more ground."

Allen smirked and asked, "As you say?"

His tone was almost mocking, but there was a glint of respect for the plan.

"As I say," I confirmed, gesturing for the other group members to follow me.

We swiftly moved towards the right corridor, keeping our senses sharp for any signs of rebel activity.

Meanwhile, Allen and Sam took the left corridor, their movements decisive and synchronized.

I said, \'Follow me!\'

The others fell into line behind me as usual.

I maintained a steady sprint, not too slow or fast.

Running too quickly might expose us to enemy attacks with little time to react, and I couldn\'t risk lagging behind, as my current teammates might complaint with it.

While running at a moderate pace, I heard footsteps approaching us.

Rebels...

I stopped in my tracks and shouted, "Everybody, stay alert!"

The footsteps grew louder with each passing second.

They would be here any moment.

I quickly surveyed my surroundings, looking for anything that might give me any advantage it can in the battle.

The side lights hanging on the walls illuminated the corridor, and I also noticed a fire extinguisher nearby.

I immediately formed a backup plan, taking into account the possibility that the rebels might be too powerful.

If needed, I wouldn\'t hesitate to leave my Allies and, use my escape plan to survive.

After a few minutes of walking, another eight rebels suddenly came into view.

Surprisingly, not a single one of them had a gun.

Call it luck or coincidence, but it was fortunate for me, as I was standing in front of everyone.

If those rebels had attacked with guns, I might have been dead by now.

Out of the eight rebels, six were holding swords while the remaining two carried daggers. I quickly assessed the situation and made a split-second decision.

"You guys take one each," I shouted to my teammates, "and I\'ll handle the other four!"

Without waiting for a response, I charged forward, focusing on the four closest rebels.

My heart pounded in my chest, but adrenaline sharpened my senses.

I was extremely nervous since this would be my first time fighting four iron rankers together.

However, my nervousness quickly faded away when I saw how poorly the first rebel attacked me.

Who the heck holds a sword like that?

His posture was incorrect, and his grip was laughable.

Now that I noticed, all four of them were holding their swords wrong.

What the...?

Can these guys even be called rebels?

What kind of trainers does "TERROR" have if their soldiers don\'t even know how to hold a sword?

I sighed.

Now I understand why they were never able to defeat the government.

With this kind of troops in their army, I doubt they could even make a dent in the government\'s defenses...

Now, coming back to my fight...

I aimed my daggers at the first rebel, dodging his sword strike and plunging one of my blades into his side.

He cried out in pain, but I didn\'t give him a chance to recover.

With a swift move, I yanked my dagger free and slashed at his throat, dropping him instantly.

The second rebel lunged at me with his sword. I parried his blow with one dagger and slashed his arm with the other.

He staggered back, giving me an opening to strike his chest, driving my dagger deep into his heart...

Urghhh...

\'Oh, it\'s nothing, just these guys being a bit of a pain in my ass.\'

The third and fourth rebels attacked simultaneously.

I ducked under a wide swing from the third rebel and delivered a quick slash to his knee, causing him to collapse.

The fourth rebel came at me with his dagger, but I sidestepped his thrust and countered with a quick jab to his ribs.

Just die already...

He gasped in pain, and I followed up with a fatal stab to his chest.

With the four rebels dispatched, I glanced around to check on my teammates.

They were engaged in fierce battles but seemed to be holding their own...

I wasn\'t in the mood to wait for anyone, so I said, "Guys, finish off the rest and meet me in the arena."

They nodded in agreement, and I sprinted deeper into the building.

I didn\'t want to wait around for the others to finish their fights, so I ran off. I could have taken out the two remaining enemies, but I didn\'t want to steal kills from my teammates.

In this world, getting kills was important. I remembered reading about a killer who went on a murder spree just to level up...

So, I knew it was better to leave it that way.

I shifted my focus from the sounds in the corridor behind me to the arena ahead where everyone should be present...

The corridor echoed with the sounds of clashing steel and pained grunts as my teammates fought fiercely against their opponents.

I couldn\'t afford to let my guard down just yet.

I quickly scanned the area for any additional threats, ready to jump back into the fight if needed.

I also opened my character profile to check my status...

Name: Michael Frostburne

Race: Human

Current rank: Iron.

Titles:- Netori King and, Lust King.

Progression to Gold rank: 66% (1650/2500 essences)

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Good, more to come...

After a few minutes, I finally came out of the corridor into the arena, only to see something unbelievable...