Chapter 232: Operation Wolf Slayer. (Part 20)
The Threat Index measures the destruction a single individual can cause without relying on external tools. At Level 0, an individual is only capable of as much destruction as a normal human, with the upper ceiling being a trained soldier. A Level 4, on the other hand, has the destructive power of a small army equipped and ready for war.
There was a time when Level 4 was thought to be the peak of humanity’s potential. A single individual with the power to face entire armies on their own remained a threat for centuries, even with the rapid advancement of technology. Though that changed with the appearance of higher Level Genomes, the danger they posed was never diminished.
Throughout their long history, the Romano family had no shortage of Level 4 Sorcerers. That had changed in recent times, with the youngest generations struggling to break through the Level 3 ceiling, but they still had their old guard who continue to hold the fort to this day.
Among them was Carlo Romano, known by many as Big Fist. The moniker painted him as a brutish person who likes to solve problems with his fists, which isn’t exactly wrong, but his true origin came from his hands being slightly larger than average, a fact that usually goes unnoticed due to his height.
What made him truly dangerous wasn’t his impressive build, however. Carlo was one of the Romanos’ executioners, meaning he had mastered the family’s esoteric Art.
After he shrugged off one of White Arrow’s attacks with no effort, it became all the more clear that the intel the BEO had on him was spot on. Worse still, it appeared as if he was holding back, studying the heroes and looking for the right moment to crush them entirely.
Looking at their odds, Team Silver Wind shouldn’t have anything to worry about. Not only did they have the numbers advantage, but they also had a Level 4 of their own. Still, faced with the silent confidence of their opponent, the heroes couldn’t help the sense of unease gripping their hearts.
"AWOOOOOOO!!!"
A deep, guttural howl resounded, banishing the clean walls of the corridors and replacing them with a dark forest shrouded in a thick fog, with the light from a bright moon raining from above. Wolves have long since gone extinct, and the average person living in modern would would only encounter such creatures. Despite that, everyone who heard the howl felt such a deep, primal fear.
For the first time since his arrival at the forty-seventh floor, Carlo showed some emotion on his scarred face, his expression darkening. He raised his right hand and commanded the metallic silver substance to rise with it, forming a wall around himself an instant before something slammed into him with the force of a speeding bullet train.