Lightning Is the Only Way

Gravis stood up and performed some practice punches. His punches were a little faster, but not much. "Seems like I can actually temper my body here, though most of the lightning went into the seed. Maybe I should stay in here for a couple more hours to temper my muscles," he explained to himself. Because of his need for social interaction, he had created a habit of talking to himself.

"Anyway, off to earn some money." Gravis went out of the door and walked to the reception desk. He put the key down and left the Lightning Tower.

"He's out!" Gravis heard a shout coming from his front and saw eight people dressed in the same armor as the two previous 'guards'. It looked like the two guards from before were not alone. Some disciples had, apparently, created an entire organization, judging by their armors.

They quickly surrounded him and readied their weapons. "You'll regret the day when you crossed- Aaah!"

Gravis had activated his Will-Aura, and the surrounding disciples stepped back in fear. Their eyes opened wide in terror, and their breathing grew heavier and faster. Cold sweat ran down their entire bodies, and their weapons started rattling because of the trembling of their bodies.

"Let this be your last warning," Gravis explained with an emotionless tone. "Block my path again and see what happens."

The surrounding disciples gulped in terror and couldn't react to what he had said since they were scared stiff in fear. Gravis just walked away, and when he arrived at a distance of about ten meters, he deactivated his Will-Aura.

The disciples could finally breathe normally again, and their eyes followed Gravis' back as he walked towards the notice boards. The disciples then looked at each other, not sure if they should defend their honor or not.

"What should we do? If we don't teach him a lesson, we will lose all respect from the other disciples, and extorting money will get harder," asked one disciple.

happened, but this time, we will be prepared! We

BANG!

at the shouting disciple, which pierced through the disciple's body and destroyed a kidney

tempered bones, and a throw with a tile piece wouldn't break them. The kidney was not

horror. He couldn't process what had just happened. The others looked at him in shock and gasped. This was a serious injury and went beyond a simple "spar". That madman was actually ready to lose all pretenses with

had injured one monkey to scare all the

We are

BANG!

the piece at the forehead of the shouting disciple. The piece was pulverized in the process, but the disciple's skin and flesh

THUMP!

head hit the ground pretty hard when he fell over, but he didn't notice. A lot of power from the throw went to the disciple's brain, and the brain had smashed around in his skull.

Gravis had another tile piece in his hand and repeatedly threw it up and caught it again. He was watching if those disciples

dared to make more trouble for Gravis. They quickly collected their injured comrades and carried them to the Exchange

gulped and gave him

beasts. Gravis sighed. 'Why do I always have to fight beasts? Ever since I came to the lower world, I

little fed up with beasts. Yes, they were excellent tempering for his will, but he also wanted some variety. On top of that, Gravis thought that evil humans were worse than rampaging monsters. At least, beasts were honest with their intentions. You only had to look at them, and you would

truly judge a human's character by just one look or one conversation. Murderers could use their silver tongue to sound upright and then stab you in the back when they