The Martial Unity

Chapter 7

Though Leonel's heart was assaulted with a whirlwind of confusion, it didn't show to his face.

'Ten of them… Not overly dangerous but definitely uncontrollable variables… The Chef is most definitely the greatest hazard…'

Unfortunately, the Four-Star Chef was among these white pupil'd individuals. Though he had yet to move from behind his curved bar, Leonel didn't need much of an imagination to think of just how many sharp kitchen knives must be back there.

A few of the Angel Wings helped Conrad up, the tense atmosphere steadily growing.

The white pupil'd individuals didn't move, and neither did they. Leonel would have thought that they were observing them had it not been for the fact their eyes were too vacant. It didn't seem like any thoughts were going through their heads.

But if that was the case, then they should be acting on instinct. So, just what was this instinct?

'They don't want us to leave this room?'

The steadily growing spatial rift to their back waned and growled.

Leonel's eyes widened. He realized in an instant that this sound wasn't from the tear, but rather the groaning of the building as it was being slowly sucked inward.

'Dammit…'

However, even as everyone began to panic, Leonel grew calmer. His rational mind told him that there was a logical progression to all of this, there was a design to it.

First their electricity goes out, second came the spatial tear, then there came these odd mutations to their peers and acquaintances, and now they were being pushed toward this spatial tear.

If the goal was to kill them, why wouldn't these white pupil'd individuals directly attack them? They even had the backing of the Four-Star Chef. However, they chose not to do this.

Just when Leonel was going to resolve him to hop into the spatial tear, a shard of glass flew from the windowsill James had just hung from. It collided with the spatial tear, ripping into pieces with a chilling noise.

No matter how steely Leonel considered himself, he couldn't help but shudder. Is that what would happen to his body if he entered?

'Dammit…' He thought to himself a second time in just as many seconds. '… We have to make it past.'

Leonel knew that James was right about him, he was too soft hearted. He had actually almost made such a reckless decision because he would rather risk himself on a gamble than fight his classmates. But he realized now he couldn't do this, he had to steel his heart.

'Focus on the known commodity.'

jaw set.

another ounce of hesitation, Leonel took a

teammates, he appeared before the girl more than a head shorter than him. Gritting his teeth

how intelligent these white pupil'd people were, but he emphasized his speed and cunning. At the very least, his first

a gasp, wanting to call out to Leonel and stop him. But, it was

surprised about anything in her current state. Without

path he flung his coat forward with, he wrapped around to the

girl had her arms tied down by Leonel's coat and his

"Let's go!"

spoke, the other white pupil'd individuals began to move. However, Leonel had

he tied with his coat around the girl

quickly with inhuman reflexes, only to slip when her soles touched the pool. Without being able to recover again, she fumbled and fell amidst

to the exit. It was no doubt that they would take advantage of Leonel's actions first. For men who had almost been

guilt down. He subconsciously felt that it wasn't their fault, but if he made concessions for them, he would be putting

these things happened, the members of the Royal Blue, the party goers, and

his shoulder with his eyes. The big guy reacted immediately, kicking

enraged roar tore through the commotion,

away, causing Conrad's heart to go cold. He suddenly regretted his previous actions. However, what he regretted wasn't the fact he threatened James' life, but rather that he

to his core was the spatial tear. He hadn't felt that death was this close since

a mistake. In all his calculations, he had forgotten one important fact: they were on the

"Dammit, they're everywhere!"

His words were like the whisper of the grim reaper to Leonel's

were happening on his floor, how could they not be

Leonel looked forward with a grim expression. The problem

of windows and the fact the power was

stood to Leonel's right, his back against the door just like him. Before them the three girls were already half way down the flight of stairs while Zavier and a few others were ahead of them and steadily backing

was one thing to put some bruises and broken bones on the line on the football field, but it was another

He still hadn't shed the stigma

light, she had an alluring charm. Her figure held a

his naked adoration, but she was the only one

grew fiercer. By now, Leonel knew it was

came from behind him. With each passing moment, it grew fiercer before it suddenly

no large windows in the stairway, nor were any of them broken open, but it

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