Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 40 - Slaughter's

Karto's men were still surrounding Munding who fell down with gasps on the floor. The young man seemed to close his eyes and as if he was having a nightmare as his face grew pale and sweat poured down from his head.

Blood still dripped onto the floor at the bottom of Munding's wound, but it wasn't as hard as it was because Munding was still pressing the knife wound with his palm.

The four warriors who were watching Munding's movements suddenly felt something was happening to the young man. Something that makes them feel scared. Something that made their soldiers' instincts scream for danger to come out of the young man's body that fell on the floor.

They looked at each other and suddenly a name appeared on their heads. The name they have heard repeatedly from their comrades who returned from command training of the elite forces or their comrades who returned from duty for security during national-scale riots.

Wolf fighter.

The First Warrior, who was considered the most senior of the four of them, shook his head, “no way,” he said calming his other three friends.

But as a soldier they always believed in their own instincts. They take a standby position despite standing behind the circle of guard made by Karto's thugs.

“Hehehehehehehehehe,” suddenly heard a soft laughter from Munding who was still lying on the ground.

“Hahahahahahahaha,” Munding laughed then opened his eyes and looked towards the people surrounding him.

Boooooooommmmmmmmmm.

Everyone who was in the house suddenly felt something like exploding in their bodies. Although they did not hear the sound of the explosion but their entire bodies trembled with shock and fear that suddenly appeared. And instinctively they all looked towards the source of that fear.

Negotiating.

The young man who had been slumped on the floor then tried to stand slowly while still holding his stomach which was stuck with a knife. His eyes look apathetic. Hollowly. It was as if everything in front of him was something completely unimportant.

Be it Karto, Ayu, Sutinah, Karto thugs or soldiers without uniforms. Everything looks meaningless like an ant in the eyes of a human. Munding lowered his head towards the knife stuck in his stomach then unhesitatingly pulled it from there.

Blood poured out of his wound but then it quickly stopped. Munding wounds are still clearly visible there and still do not disappear or heal, but the wound is seen closing tightly, like being forced to close because of the contraction of the abdominal muscles around it.

Munding then looked at the small knife that Ayu had used to stab him. A small knife used to peel fruit. Not something special. Just a common knife that we often encounter in our daily lives. But it was the knife that made Munding aware of everything.

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Munding felt his body tremble violently as he shook hands with his ‘naly’.

“Trust me, never doubt your instincts, because we are one.”

‘Munding’ who stood in front of him slowly melted like ice that was exposed to heat. But the liquid entered Munding's body through the palm of the hand he was still holding. Munding also felt that ‘something’ began to spread throughout his body through his palms that came into contact with ‘Munding’.

When finally ‘Munding’ in front of him has been united with himself, Munding knows that the initiation process has been successful. He is a real wolf.

A predator that has officially risen one level in the food chain.

And Munding laughed as he opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, Munding had unknowingly entered the condition that Mr. Yai called ‘mode fight’. But unlike before, this time Munding felt a very different fighting mode to the one he experienced when he was silent first.

But this time around, Munding felt like his entire body was getting pressure from all directions. Even to breathe Munding felt difficulty. With great difficulty he tried to stand up but finally he was only able to do so after taking a long time.

Munding also tried to pull out the knife that stuck in his stomach, but the effort required an extraordinary struggle. He felt to pull out the knife in his stomach, he had already spent almost 15 minutes of his time.

“But why did Karto people just silence what I did, didn't they have the chance to finish me off. I tried to stand up and pull out the knife in that time, why did they just shut up?” mind Munding in the heart.

And suddenly Munding felt something strange, he did not feel any wind or any sound around him. And when he lifted his face, Munding was amazed. Everyone in the room was moving very slowly. Like a movie that's slowed down by 32x.

“This?” Munding looked towards his own two hands.

“I can still move normally even though my whole body feels squeezed and get tremendous pressure, but why are they moving so slowly once?” munding Gumam.

“I don't know how long I can last in this mode, I'd better finish off my enemies while I still can, anyway,” Munding said as he trudged towards one of the thugs who stood closest to him.

In Munding's hand there was still a knife that had stuck in his stomach and he managed to pull out. This First Thug is seen still in a standby position and looking closely at Munding. Munding who was already standing right beside him smiled and swung his knife at the neck of the First Thug.

Srettt.

Blood flowed along the throat wound on the neck of the First Thug, but Munding could clearly see the drops of blood spurting from the wound on his neck. And Munding can easily avoid it. The burst of blood was like a red fountain slowed down by the slow motion effect.

Very lovely.

The First Thug was seen showing a shocked expression and covering the wound on his neck that had suddenly appeared there. In a panic he looked around and finally fell to his death.

Munding moves to the next target. The Second Thug who stood not far from the First Thug. This time Munding jumped up and swung a sickle kick from the back of the Second Thug's head.

Prakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.

Munding could clearly see the expression of the Second Thug as he received his kick. The head of the Second Thug jolted forward due to Munding's kick.

Munding could also clearly see the skull behind the Second Thug cracking and being pushed forward, towards his large brain. Munding had no idea what had happened to the small brain of the Second Thug who had gotten a direct impact from his sickle kick.

The Second Thug collapsed slowly forward in the moment that almost coincided with the First Thug slumped down while holding his neck.

Munding leaned his body to the side and moved towards the Third Thug with a body movement that almost fell towards the floor Munding swung his knife-wielding hand towards the belly of the Third Thug.

Srettt.

Munding did not know what he was looking at, but in contrast to the First Thug, other than the red fountain that gushed out from the Third Thug's stomach, there was something else coming out from his stomach. But Munding didn't notice that.

Because he felt his body scream and had reached his limit. Munding knew that if he stayed in this combat mode for much longer, all of his muscles would be destroyed due to the pressure and weight he was carrying.

Munding rolled back towards the front door and then he kicked it. Although the wound on Munding's stomach was torturing him, he had to leave this place as far as possible.

It was his only chance to survive, because after this, Munding knew that his entire body would lose the ability to defend itself.