Jhonathan didn't retreat.
He walked forward through the chaos while the assassins attacked him relentlessly from every direction.
Blades struck his body again and again.
But instead of avoiding every hit—
he allowed some of them to land.
Steel pierced through his arms.
Knives dug into his shoulders.
One assassin repeatedly slashed across his chest while another attacked from behind.
Yet Jhonathan kept moving.
Closer.
Closer.
One blade thrust toward his throat.
He caught it using his bare hand.
Another aimed for his heart—
he trapped it through his own arm, forcing the weapon to stop inside his flesh before it could reach deeper.
The assassins stared in horror.
The pain didn't slow him down anymore.
It only made him advance.
Gunshots echoed across the arena.
Hidden snipers fired continuously from the upper sections.
Jhonathan tilted his head repeatedly, barely dodging headshots by fractions of an inch.
Bullets grazed his helmet.
Some ripped through his silver hair.
One nearly destroyed his eye.
Still—
he smiled.
The audience had already evacuated most sections of the arena, but many injured people remained trapped beneath collapsed structures.
Sophia and Ralph protected civilians while Leerooey moved across the battlefield hunting the hidden shooters.
Meanwhile—
Jhonathan fought alone in the center of the ruined stage.
Then the bombers arrived.
Several assassins rushed him directly, their bodies covered in explosive packs.
"DIE WITH US!"
The explosions detonated instantly.
The stage disappeared beneath fire.
Metal beams bent violently.
The arena shook from the impact.
When the smoke cleared—
Jhonathan stood there missing an arm.
His severed limb regenerated slowly this time.
The black aura around him had become denser now, darker than before.
His eyes stared directly into the assassins surrounding him.
Not angry.
Not hateful.
But terrifyingly calm.
Like death itself had stopped pretending to be human.
The assassins hesitated.
Then one of them shouted—
"Use Hunger!"
Their blades suddenly changed.
Dark energy wrapped around the weapons like starving mouths consuming mana itself.
Hunger-based abilities.
Anti-regeneration attacks.
One assassin charged first.
The empowered blade struck Jhonathan across the torso with overwhelming force.
Blood exploded from his mouth instantly.
The impact actually pushed him backward for the first time in the battle.
The assassins smiled.
Finally—
damage.
But Jhonathan slowly lifted his head again.
His heartbeat echoed unnaturally through the ruined arena.
Then he spoke quietly.
"Extreme Speed."
The world blurred.
No one saw him move.
One moment the assassins stood prepared—
the next, bodies crashed across the arena simultaneously.
Bones shattered.
Weapons broke apart.
Several assassins collapsed immediately with lethal injuries before their brains even processed what happened.
Shockwaves erupted throughout the battlefield from movement alone.
The remaining assassins panicked.
"WHERE IS HE?!"
"He disappeared!"
"No—BEHIND YOU!"
But then—
one blade pierced deeply into Jhonathan's stomach.
Clean hit.
Perfect angle.
The hidden assassin from before had returned.
The same sniper-assassin who landed the earlier headshot.
He twisted the blade slowly.
Jhonathan froze.
Blood dripped heavily onto the ruined stage.
The assassin smiled beneath the shadows.
Then whispered into his ear—
"This poison killed immortals."
Silence.
Jhonathan's blood-red eyes slowly turned toward him.