Chapter 8: The Special Body
The system provided me with the coordinates of the Nightcreatures, and without hesitation, I made my way to their location. My blood burned with anticipation—I was always ready to go all out.
As I stood in front of the grotesque creatures, a grin stretched across my face. Their twisted forms snarled at me, their hunger evident in their glowing, hollow eyes. But fear? That was something I had never known.
Without wasting a second, I unleashed my Ashura Martial Arts—a whirlwind of devastating strikes that tore through the creatures with ruthless precision. My movements were fluid, effortless, as if this body had been made for destruction.
I clenched my fists, feeling the raw power coursing through me. This new body isn't bad... it's got potential.
As more Nightcreatures emerged from the shadows, I spread my arms wide, inviting them. My eyes gleamed with excitement as I taunted, "Come on, all of you—entertain me!"
The stronger the willpower, the stronger the body—but Samuel's body was different. Unlike ordinary warriors, my strength grew in direct proportion to my will.
A grin spread across my face as I realized the truth. "Hahaha! Samuel, your body was always special. If only you hadn't given up on your willpower, that bitch would have been on her knees, begging for you!"
With a powerful kick, I sent two Nightcreatures flying at once, their bodies shattering on impact. The battlefield fell silent. No more enemies remained.
I lifted my hand, clenching my fist as I felt the surge of raw power within me. "Samuel's body... it's as if it was made for war. The stronger my will, the greater my strength. There are no limits."