Idle Money System

Chapter 55

As Alexander launched himself toward the tree, a figure suddenly emerged to confront him. The man was cloaked in black from head to toe, his face covered with cloth, revealing only his piercing, emotionless eyes.

Without hesitation, Alexander released a full-force palm strike, this time he was not holding back. The strike carried at least 50,000 pounds of force, and the air around him seemed to tremble with the sheer power behind the blow.

The cloaked man's eyes widened as he sensed the lethal intent. He sidestepped at the last moment, narrowly avoiding the strike. The force of Alexander's palm hit the trunk of the tree behind him, splintering it into pieces.

Wood and debris exploded into the air, but the black-cloaked man was quick on his feet and was already moving.

In a fluid motion, the man flicked his wrist, and thin, razor-sharp needles shot out from his sleeve, aiming for Alexander's chest. With a swift backstep, Alexander dodged the attack, the needles whizzing past him and embedding into the ground.

But the man wasn't done. With a snap of his fingers, the needles sprang to life, turning and flying back toward Alexander like guided missiles.

Alexander smirked, clearly unfazed by this. With blinding speed, he spun around, deflecting the needles with the back of his hand. The sound of metal clashing against skin echoed as the needles fell uselessly to the ground.

"You'll have to do better than that," Alexander said, his voice was steady, as his eyes locked on his opponent.

The man's expression remained hidden behind the cloth, but his eyes betrayed his frustration. He twirled his fingers again, and from within his cloak, more hidden weapons appeared, this time, a chain with bladed edges.

With a flick, the chain snapped forward, slashing through the air like a serpent. Alexander dodged the first strike with ease, but the man was quick, using the chain to redirect his attack. The bladed chain came from different angles, cutting through the air in rapid succession.

But Alexander was faster. He dodged each strike, weaving through the air with perfect timing, his movements were fluid yet precise. In a swift motion, he grabbed the chain mid-swing, yanking it hard. The man stumbled forward, his eyes were wide with surprise, as Alexander pulled him closer.

With the man off balance, Alexander unleashed a powerful punch toward his torso. The black-cloaked man twisted his body at the last second, narrowly avoiding a direct hit, but the force of the punch grazed him, sending shockwaves through his body.

He winced as he felt the raw power of Alexander's attack, realizing he was outmatched in strength.

Desperate, the man quickly leaped back, gaining distance, and with a sharp whistle, the beasts surrounding them suddenly stirred. Wolves, boars, and even flying creatures, all with glowing red eyes, began to close in on Alexander.

Their snarls and roars echoed through the forest, but Alexander remained calm, his eyes scanning the battlefield.

"So, you're controlling them," Alexander muttered, his expression hardening. He clenched his fists, his killing intent rising once more.

The beasts lunged at him simultaneously, but Alexander moved like a whirlwind. He sidestepped the first wolf, delivering a bone-crushing kick that sent it flying into a nearby boar. The impact knocked both beasts out cold.

The flying creatures swooped down from above, but Alexander leaped into the air, delivering a devastating spinning kick that connected with one of the creatures, sending it crashing to the ground. He landed gracefully, his eyes never leaving the cloaked man.

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The black-cloaked man, realizing his beasts were no match for Alexander, drew a short, curved dagger from within his cloak. With a flick of his wrist, he sent it flying toward Alexander's throat.

In one swift motion, Alexander caught the blade between his fingers, stopping it inches from his neck. He crushed the blade with his bare hand, as the metal crumbling into pieces.

"You're running out of tricks," Alexander said coldly, his voice filled with deadly calm.

He charged toward the man, who desperately unleashed a barrage of throwing stars and more hidden weapons. But none could find their mark. Alexander deflected each one, closing the distance with terrifying speed.

Panicked, the man tried to summon more beasts with another sharp whistle, but Alexander was already upon him. In a blur of motion, Alexander grabbed the man by the arm, twisting it behind his back with a sickening crack. The man let out a pained gasp as Alexander slammed him to the ground with overwhelming force.

The black-cloaked man coughed up blood, his body trembling from the pain. His red eyes flickered as he struggled to move. The beasts, sensing their master's weakness, growled in rage.

Alexander stood over the man, his eyes cold and merciless, "Who sent you?" he demanded, his voice sharp and commanding.

But the man didn't answer. Instead, his bloodshot eyes met Alexander's, filled with both fury and fear. He struggled to speak, but no words came. Blood dripped from his mouth, and his breathing grew ragged.

Even in his battered state, the man's eyes glowed with the same unnatural red light that filled the beasts. Alexander knew there was more to this, someone or something must be pulling the strings. But for now, this enemy was done.

The man, heavily injured and barely conscious, glared at Alexander with hatred. His body lay broken, but his eyes burned with defiance. Alexander stood tall, as the beasts around them was circling him it was uncountable since there were also flying creatures above the sky.

The black-cloaked man glared up at Alexander, his body broken but his pride was intact.

"Kid, I admit you're strong, but you don't know who you've offended," he growled, his voice laced with fury.

Alexander just narrowed his eyes at this and gave a mocking smile, the disdain was clear on his face.

"Oh? Care to tell me who I've offended? I'm very scared," he taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The man's eyes glowed even brighter, a blood-red hue that matched the unnatural gleam in the eyes of the surrounding beasts. Alexander was unfazed by this, extending his hand to uncover the man's face, curious to see who was behind the mask.

But just as his fingers were about to reach the cloth, a sudden glint of light shot toward him. A shining needle, moving at lightning speed, aimed directly for Alexander's head.

Without missing a beat, Alexander dodged the projectile, leaning back just in time to avoid the lethal strike. His eyes snapped in the direction the needle had come from. Emerging from the shadows of the forest, another figure clad in black appeared.

This one moved with a shadowy movement, his presence exuding a far more dangerous aura than the first.

Alexander immediately sensed the shift in the air. The beasts, which had been weaker moments ago, now grew more aggressive, their snarls turning into roars as they began to encircle him. Even the flying creatures overhead swooped lower, their red eyes glowing fiercely. It was as if this new arrival had not only taken control of the beasts but had amplified their bloodlust.

The new man in black clothes stood tall, his face also covered, but his eyes were cold, calculating. With a subtle gesture of his hand, more needles appeared between his fingers, glinting ominously in the faint light.

"You've done enough," the newcomer said, his voice calm but commanding.

"Leave him to me." The first man, still on the ground, coughed up more blood but managed a smirk.

"You're lucky," he rasped, his voice weak but filled with venom.

"My brother won't go so easy on you."

Before Alexander could respond, the second man flicked his wrist, and a dozen more needles shot toward him, aimed with deadly precision. Alexander leaped back, twisting in mid-air as the needles sliced through the space where he had just been standing. He landed smoothly, eyes locked on the new threat.

"Who are you?" Alexander questioned, his voice was firm, though he already had a sense this was no ordinary foe.

"You don't need to know," the second man replied coolly, as the beasts around them grew wilder.

Wolves and boars charged at Alexander simultaneously, their movements erratic and ferocious. The ground shook with their stampede, while the flying creatures above began diving toward him, claws and fangs bared.

Alexander didn't hesitate. He moved like a whirlwind, his fists and legs striking down any beast that got too close. One wolf lunged at his throat, but he slammed his elbow into its snout, sending it crashing into a tree. Another boar came from his blind side, but Alexander spun and delivered a crushing kick that snapped its spine in two.

Despite his overwhelming strength, the sheer number of beasts was starting to feel endless. Every time he knocked one down, two more seemed to take its place, more berserk and wilder than before.

The new man in black watched from a distance, his hand continuously flicking more hidden weapons into the fray. Small blades, needles, and even poisoned darts flew toward Alexander, but he deflected or dodged most of them, though the relentless attacks were starting to pin him down.

Realizing the situation was becoming more precarious, the second man took advantage of the chaos. Using the distraction of the beasts and the barrage of weapons, he dashed toward his fallen comrade, who was barely clinging to consciousness.

Alexander saw the movement and knew what was coming, "You're not escaping," he growled, charging forward through the wave of beasts.

But the second man was fast, much faster than the first. In one fluid motion, he grabbed his injured comrade by the arm and pulled him up, all while expertly dodging Alexander's strike.

"Too slow," the man said, his voice was icy, as he launched another volley of needles toward Alexander's face.

This time, Alexander had no choice but to pause and defend, swatting the needles out of the air with rapid strikes.