THIRD PERSON'S POV
Mr. Azakura stood up and looked out the window, where huge flames could be seen. "What the hell was that explosion? It happened near the city captured by the White Monarchy. Sebastian, is Venom all right?"
"Yes, sir, he is fine, but..." Sebastian paused, hesitating.
"What happened?" Mr. Azakura felt a pang of nervousness at Sebastian's sudden pause.
"Sir, the young lady's five weapons are dead. They blew themselves up to reduce the attackers in the territory," Sebastian took a deep breath, paying tribute to their five brave comrades. "Sir, should we inform the young lady?"
"Before that, we have something more important to do. We need to support Venom. Have the weapons reached their place?"
"Due to the strict policy, it is quite difficult to bring weapons into the country and into the territory," Sebastian replied.
"If that's the case, Venom will have to fight manually without weapons against hundreds of enemies," Mr. Azakura said with concern.
"Don't worry, knowing Venom, he can keep up with the enemy. He trained with Viper and Mikhail also became his master."
"Then give Venom the support he needs until Hyra is out of the underground."
"Roger that."
They hung up. Mr. Azakura sighed and looked at the huge flames. No firetrucks or rescue sirens could be heard. No one dared to help or even come close to the territory of the White Monarchy.
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At the gate of the White Monarchy's territory, Venom's eyes widened as he looked at the scene. It was like hell, with people burning and crying out for help.
"Help!"
"Aaaaaaah!"
"Nooooo!"
He heard the pleas and cries of the people.
"You are the only one left strong, and the others are weak," a soldier said to Venom. "Catch him and take back this place."
They ran towards Venom, only a few inches away when he suddenly disappeared.
"Am I the one you're looking for?" Venom reappeared behind them. They turned back and fell at the same time as Venom shot them.
Venom couldn't believe that Mikhail and the others were gone. He couldn't accept it and seemed to lose himself. Looking at the hundreds of other opponents, he promised himself that Mikhail's sacrifice would not be in vain.
He launched into action, his movements a blur. He dashed towards the nearest group of enemies, evading their bullets with swift, fluid motions. With a powerful leap, he landed amidst them, his fists and feet moving faster than they could react. Each strike was precise and lethal, taking down enemies with ruthless efficiency.
One enemy swung a knife at him, but Venom caught the blade mid-air, twisting it out of the man's hand and using it to disarm another attacker. He spun, delivering a roundhouse kick that sent two more enemies sprawling.
A soldier aimed a rifle at him from a distance, but before he could pull the trigger, Venom threw the knife with pinpoint accuracy, embedding it in the soldier's throat. Blood spurted as the man fell, choking.
More enemies closed in, attempting to overwhelm him with sheer numbers. Venom grabbed a fallen weapon, a staff, and began to wield it with deadly skill. He parried blows, broke bones, and incapacitated opponents with swift, brutal strikes.
