Hitman With A Badass System

The figures shrouded in mist noticed the impact of their light flames orbs on Michael's power and seized the opportunity to strike him with a barrage of spells. The first one was a beam of concentrated light that shot toward Michael like a bolt of lightning. As it hit the responsive shield around him, the beam dispersed into a shower of glowing particles that fizzled out harmlessly.

Next, one of the Immortals cast a spell that conjured up a whirlpool of swirling water around Michael. The current became stronger, but Michael remained unfazed, his dark swords cutting through the water with ease.

Another figure raised his hand and summoned a cluster of sharp icicles, which hurtled toward Michael at a frightening speed. Michael twirled the dark swords in his hands, cutting through the icicles before they could reach him, sending shards of ice scattering around him.

A fourth figure shot a stream of pressurized water toward Michael, hoping to disorient him, but it merely brushed past him without any effect. The rest of them did not cast any spells but summoned glowing swords and dashed at Michael to cut him in pieces. Their movements were swift and fluid, as they effortlessly sliced through the water with their weapons. Michael felt the pressure from the water increase as the figures closed in on him, but he remained focused on the incoming attacks.

Michael unleashed a flurry of quick and precise sword strikes as the figures approached, effortlessly parrying their glowing swords with his dark blades. The sound of clashing swords echoed through the water as Michael deftly avoided their attacks and countered with his own.

Despite the weight of the water pressing down on him, Michael moved with the grace and agility of a dancer, his movements almost fluid in their execution. With each strike, his opponents were pushed back, their glowing swords barely able to withstand the force of Michael's powerful swings. The water around them was churned into a frenzy, as the combatants continued their deadly dance.

Finally, Michael saw an opening and took advantage of it. With a swift and powerful swing, he cut through one of the glowing swords, shattering it into a thousand pieces. The figure who had summoned the sword was momentarily stunned, allowing Michael to move in for the finishing blow. With a quick thrust of his dark sword, he pierced through the figure's chest, and the glowing sword vanished in a burst of light.

As the other figures realized their glowing swords were no match for Michael, they quickly retreated, disappearing into the murky waters to strategize their next move. One of the Immortals, however, refused to back down. He cast a spell that formed a massive ice dragon in the water, its scales shimmering in the dim light. The dragon roared, sending shockwaves through the water, as it charged at Michael with terrifying speed.

Michael was already being bombarded by several spells at the same time, his responsive shield struggling to absorb the onslaught of energy. As the water dragon approached, Michael raised his dark swords, ready to face the beast head-on. But the dragon was too powerful for the shield to handle, and it shattered on impact as the dragon sank its razor-sharp teeth into Michael's shoulder and chest.

Blood gushed from Michael's wounds, mixing with the water and turning it a deep red. Despite the pain and the loss of his shield, Michael remained unfazed. He swung his dark swords with precision, cutting through the dragon's scales with ease. The dragon let out a deafening roar as it recoiled, its body disintegrating into nothingness.

The Immortal who had cast the ice dragon spell was momentarily stunned by the ease with which Michael dispatched the creature. However, their victory was short-lived as the Dark Lord turned his pitch-black eyes towards the pulsating orbs of light that floated around them in the water. A sense of dread crept over the figures as they realized what was coming.

"Protect the orbs!"

The Immortals watched in horror as Michael's dark beams shot out of his eyes and shattered the glass caging the light flames orbs within. The orbs exploded in a burst of bright light, momentarily blinding the Immortals and illuminating the surrounding water. But as soon as the light faded, the orbs were gone.

In a swift motion, Michael moved through the water, his dark beams firing with deadly accuracy to destroy the orbs in the distance. He swung his dark swords with expert precision, slicing through the orbs that floated closer to him. Each orb shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, its light extinguished forever. The water around them started to turn darker once again. Since Michael was focused on destroying the orbs, some of the spells and sword attacks managed to get him.

The black mist covered figures managed to cut Michael several times, their glowing swords slicing through his flesh with ease. But the APD, the potion and pill dispenser that the Dark Lord wore around his wrist, sprang into action, injecting a potent healing potion into Michael's bloodstream. Despite the pain that wracked his body, Michael fought on, his face a mask of determination.

| сom As the battle raged on, the Immortals launched one spell after another, bombarding Michael with powerful attacks that would have felled any other warrior. But Michael's APD kept injecting him with healing potions, allowing him to withstand the onslaught. The pain was excruciating, but Michael refused to let it show.

Despite the spells and attacks, Michael fought on, his dark swords flashing as he sliced through the glowing swords of his opponents. His eyes blazed with an otherworldly light as he fired dark beams from his gaze, obliterating the orbs of light that surrounded them. Each blow he struck was more ferocious than the last, his strength fueled by a burning desire to see the battle through to its conclusion.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Michael destroyed the last of the light flame orbs. With a triumphant roar, he turned to face his opponents, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. Though battered and bloodied, Michael knew the battle was far from over. But with the light flames extinguished, his power once again reached the Half Celestial stage.

"Did you really think these puny light orbs would give you an advantage over me?" Michael scoffed, his wounds healing quickly thanks to the APD injecting healing potions into his bloodstream. Cuts and bruises on his body slowly faded away as he stood amidst the darkness that surrounded them.

The Immortals moved away from Michael, their confidence was shaken by his words and the strength he possessed. But Michael knew the battle could have ended much sooner if they weren't fighting underwater, where the pressure was restricting his movements and limiting his abilities.

"And those spells you cast..." Michael continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "They may have looked ordinary, but they were all Epic level spells. You really know how to put on a show, don't you?"

Despite the pain he felt, Michael remained composed and focused on the task at hand. He knew he had to adapt to the underwater environment and overcome the challenge posed by the light orbs. With each passing moment, the darkness around him grew stronger, boosting his power and giving him an edge over his opponents.

The complete darkness of the death range enveloped the area, and Michael rose to the Half Celestial stage once again, just as he had been before the light orbs had interrupted his power.

"Prepare yourselves to witness the true power gap between us," Michael's voice boomed in the utter darkness, sending chills down their spines. Mutrad, who had been observing the battle from a safe distance, felt the pressure around him increase as he braced for what was to come. The remaining Immortals and their Half Immortal underlings frantically tried to cast their strongest spells, but they had no idea what was about to hit them. Suddenly, the water around them began to boil due to the intense heat emanating from the Dark Lord, while the ear-deafening crackling of lightning filled the air. As if that wasn't enough, the water began to swirl around them, forming a powerful vortex that threatened to crush them from all sides.

As the darkness intensified, the two Immortals could feel the water moving around them, and an eerie silence descended upon the scene. Suddenly, they felt a sharp pain in their throats, as if a hot blade had been thrust through them. They tried to speak, but their voices were choked by the presence of a dark sword piercing through their necks. Blood oozed out of the wounds, staining the water around them, but in the pitch-black darkness, no one could see the blood or the dark swords.

Just then, a Half Immortal summoned a swarm of glowing piranhas, hoping to illuminate the Dark Lord floating behind the Immortals for a moment. But their hopes were short-lived, as the darkness enveloped the swarm of piranhas like an invisible hand and crushed them into oblivion, leaving the Half Immortal stunned and defenseless.

When Michael unleashed the ring of fire, the water around them began to heat up, and the Half Immortals felt their skin start to melt. Despite being underwater, Michael's ring of fire burned with such intensity that it melted through the Half Immortals' skin. The black mist surrounding them was no match for the power of the dark flames.

while the Half Immortals writhed in agony, the dark beams shot through the water like two bolts of lightning, penetrating their chests. They gasped in pain as they felt a strong surge of water around them. Before they could even begin to defend themselves, they felt a sharp pain in their necks as Michael delivered the final blow.

The water around them churned violently as the Half Immortals' lifeless bodies sank to the ocean floor. Michael, now the victor of the underwater battle, let out a triumphant laugh as the darkness began to recede.

As the darkness faded away, Mutrad's eyes widened in shock as he saw the Dark Lord floating in the water, his body unscathed despite the intense battle that had just taken place. The bodies of the defeated foes slowly sank to the ocean floor, a silent testament to the power of the Dark Lord.

The water around them glowed with an eerie light, the residue of the spells and attacks that had been exchanged. Mutrad couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as he looked around, wondering what impact their battle had on the delicate ecosystem of the ocean. The thought of the potential devastation sent shivers down his spine.

Just when Mutrad thought the battle was over, the Dark Lord turned his gaze towards him and disappeared from his sight in a blur of motion. Mutrad stood there, stunned, with a thousand questions racing through his mind.

A few moments later, the Dark Lord reappeared at the spot where he had slain the Immortals and Half-Immortals, an earthen struggling and squirming in his hand. Despite its feeble attempts to escape, the Dark Lord tightened his grip around the earthen's neck, raising it up as his menacing eyes glinted in the dim light. Mutrad could feel the intensity of the Dark Lord's rage and power emanating from him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear and awe in his presence.

Mutrad noticed the glowing icy blue crystal in the earthen's hand as he approached. The Dark Lord's gaze also fell upon the crystal, and he swiftly snatched it away from the creature's grasp. The crystal shimmered in his palm as he infused it with a sliver of energy, bringing the recorded battle to life.

Watching the playback of the intense underwater battle, Mutrad felt a sense of awe at the power that was displayed. The crystal captured every moment of the battle in vivid detail, from the clash of spells to the fierce sword fights. It was as if they were reliving the battle in real time, only with a clearer view of the action.

"Intriguing. Now, who hired you?" the Dark Lord questioned with a chilling tone.

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