Chapter 19: (8)Survival Test
The man waved his knife in front of himself and screamed, "You Nazis! How can you just stand there and do this to other human beings?!"
Omega's voice was completely unconcerned as he replied, "How do you expect to become a Hunter if you can't deal with a little light humor like this? What, do you think becoming a Hunter means you become an instant life of luxury? Beautiful woman? Designer clothes and a fancy car? You moron!"
Omega pointed a finger toward the depths of the forest. "I've been watching you. You've done nothing but complain since you got here. But when you're deployed in the Black Zone, what exactly are you going to do? Squeal and whine to the zombies that they can't murder you, that it's not fair?!"
The man, still crying, replied, "We've got three years of training to become soldiers! There's no need to make us suffer and kill each other right now! Your methods are monstrous."
Omega seemed to finally lose his patience as he snapped back, "I don't need a weepy little girl like you! I want tough guys, brothers in arms who can hold their own on the battlefield—"
The distraught and humiliated man let out a scream of anger and lunged with his knife at Omega!
In a heartbeat, Omega raised his hand, letting the knife pierce through it all the way to the hilt. A thick stream of red blood immediately began trickling to the ground, but Omega didn't show a single sign of pain. He simply looked past his attacker and yelled at the candidates, "See that? You must always control your emotions, or they'll gain total control over you."
Then he spun in place with superhuman speed and strength, ripping the knife out of his attacker's grip and slamming the hilt into the former candidate's head. The force of the blow was so incredible that the young man went flying over fifty meters before crashing back to the ground with a nearly pulverized skull.
Omega turned back to the remaining candidates. He withdrew the knife from his hand, then held it up in the air. The bright blood covering it steamed in the frigid air. "Some of you may be wondering why let that maggot stab me. After all, I'm a Hunter. I could've mitigated the attack any number of ways, including a simple dodge or even grabbing his wrist. However, the wound barely concerns me. It'll fully heal within a couple of weeks. But by temporarily sacrificing my hand, I completely neutered my opponent's ability to harm me. Moreover, I left my blood on him. That allows me to do this—"