Harem: Rebirth of the strongest shadow mage

Chapter Six

The air was electric with tension as the two guards closed in on Ryan, their movements a testament to their skill and training. Ryan, however, remained calm and composed, his eyes fixed intently on his attackers as he waited for the perfect moment to strike.

The outcome of the battle was far from certain, but one thing was clear: only one side would emerge victorious, and the consequences of defeat would be fatal. The stage was set for a clash of epic proportions, with Ryan’s life hanging precariously in the balance.

As the first guard lunged forward, his fist hurtling through the air with a force that could crush steel, Ryan stood his ground, his eyes locked onto his opponent with an unwavering intensity.

The guard’s punch, fueled by his ninth-level energy realm strength, packed a formidable force of approximately nine tons, a blow that could easily shatter concrete and reduce a ordinary human to a pulp.

But Ryan was no ordinary human. His strength, honed through years of rigorous training and tempered by his unyielding determination, far surpassed that of his opponent.

As the guard’s fist collided with Ryan’s, the air around them seemed to explode, the shockwave from the impact sending ripples through the surrounding air.

“Arghhhh!” the guard screamed, his voice echoing through the air as he stumbled backward, his arm twisted at an unnatural angle. It was clear that the exchange of blows had left him severely injured, his bone arm shattered by the sheer force of Ryan’s punch.

The guard’s eyes widened in shock and bewilderment as he stared at Ryan, his mind struggling to comprehend the impossible. “How was his punch stronger than mine?” he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of pain and incredulity.

He had been so certain that his ninth-level strength would be more than enough to overpower Ryan, but the reality was starkly different. Ryan’s strength had not only overpowered him but had crushed his arm with ease, leaving him broken and helpless.

The guard’s gaze lingered on Ryan, a mixture of fear and respect welling up within him. He had underestimated Ryan, and now he was paying the price for his arrogance.

As he stumbled backward, his injured arm dangling limply at his side, he couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets Ryan was hiding, and what the true extent of his strength was.

As the first guard lunged forward, with more caution, his fist hurtling through the air with a force that could crush steel, Ryan stood his ground, his eyes locked onto his opponent with an unwavering intensity.

The guard's punch, fueled by his ninth-level energy realm strength, packed a formidable force of approximately nine tons, a blow that could easily shatter concrete and reduce a ordinary human to a pulp.

But Ryan was no ordinary human. His strength, honed through years of rigorous training and tempered by his unyielding determination, that he had in his past life far surpassed that of his opponent.

As the guard's fist collided with Ryan's, the air around them seemed to explode, the shockwave from the impact sending ripples through the surrounding air.

Ryan's fist, a blur of motion, connected with the guard's jaw, the force of the blow sending the guard's head snapping backward. The guard's body followed, his limbs flailing wildly as he stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock and pain.

The guard attempted to regain his footing, but Ryan was relentless, his fists flying in a flurry of punches that rained down on the guard like a tempest. Each blow landed with precision and power, the guard's body jerking and twitching with each impact.

The guard's attempts to defend himself were feeble and ineffective, his arms and legs flailing wildly as he stumbled backward, his eyes wide with fear and desperation. Ryan's onslaught was merciless, his fists pounding the guard's body with a rhythm that was both relentless and brutal.

As the battle raged on, the guard's strength began to wane, his blows growing weaker and more erratic. Ryan, sensing his opponent's weakness, pressed his advantage, his fists flying in a flurry of punches that sent the guard crashing to the ground.

The guard lay there, his body broken and battered, his eyes wide with shock and pain. Ryan stood over him, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. The first guard was defeated, and Ryan had emerged victorious, his strength and power proving too much for his opponent to handle.

As Ryan stood there, his gaze swept over the guard's broken form, a sense of satisfaction and vindication washing over him. He had proven his strength, and he had emerged victorious.

But the battle was far from over, and Ryan knew that he still had to face the second guard, who was watching the scene unfold with a mixture of shock and fear.

As Ryan stood over the defeated first guard, his eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, his chest heaving with exertion. With a swift and merciless motion, he lifted his leg and brought it down with crushing force, squashing the first guard's head with a sickening "puchi" sound.

The second guard, who had been watching the battle unfold from the sidelines, felt a chill run down his spine as he took in the gruesome scene before him. His eyes widened in horror as he realized the true extent of Ryan's ruthlessness, and his fear began to rise to a fever pitch.

The young master he had known was a timid and submissive individual, but the person standing before him now was a completely different story. Ryan's eyes seemed to bore into the second guard's very soul, his gaze piercing and unyielding.

As Ryan approached him, the second guard's body began to shake with fear, his limbs trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. His eyes darted wildly around the room, searching for an escape route, but there was none.

Ryan's voice was cold and menacing as he spoke, his words dripping with a deadly intent. "Tell me all you know," he growled, "or die."

The second guard's eyes locked onto Ryan's, and he knew that he had no choice but to comply. His voice trembled as he began to speak, the words spilling out of him like a confession. "I-I'll tell you everything," he stammered. "Just please, don't kill me."

Ryan's gaze never wavered, his eyes fixed intently on the second guard as he waited for him to reveal the secrets he held. The air was thick with tension, the only sound the second guard's ragged breathing as he struggled to find the words to save his own life.