The God of Chaos (Unedited)

Chapter 63: Follow Me

The short bulky man stared at them and felt nothing short of anger. He slowly walked out of the crowd holding a spear slightly taller than he was, with a chain connected to the bottom of the spear. As he walked, steam was dispersing all around him. His forehead was riddled with red veins that popped out. One view of the short man, one could tell he was livid.

The old man that was already on his knees had a horrid expression. He looked at Baya and then turned to look at the young mistress. The old man had dealt with different kinds of people all his life, so he could tell that this short bulky man was at the elemental energy level from the way he was dispersing the steam. He thought back to when he was at Oriente city, and how he had been instructed to go with Lydia on an important family matter. He had felt pride in how much he had accomplished to be sent on such an important mission, but now all he could do was feel regret.

At first, they had journeyed with quite a few martial artist, but to their surprise, they had been ambushed. Luckily some of them had managed to escape. Their luck got even worse when they ran into bandits in the forest. That time only four of them managed to survive thanks to Baya. But now, an elemental energy martial artist is completely enraged and wants to kill them. To him, this was the end.

The old man turned to look at Baya, who had a somewhat solemn expression. "We are finished. He is at the elemental energy level." He said looking towards Baya. Positioned beside Baya, Willard turned to face the short bulky man. "Scram before you also lose your life," Willard said in a slightly irritated manner. To Willard, all that was happening was just a waste of his time.

The old man, who was still kneeling, expression immediately changed for the worse. This was the first time anyone had heard Willard's voice. He had remained silent while everyone interacted with each other earlier. And now, the first time he had spoken, his words were nothing short of condescending. "How can this child be so foolish." The old man lamented. "Even if we had a small chance of surviving this, with what he just said, we will definitely be killed." The man was about to yell at Willard but lost all will to even speak. Everyone else all stared at Willard with shocked expressions.

The short bulky man's left eye bulged a little. He was completely furious at this point. He stared at Willard who had a complete disregard for him and the situation. He gripped his spear tightly and was about to say something before Willard cut him off as he sighed and then jumped off his mount. He walked towards the short man staring straight at him. "What are you waiting for? Scram!" he yelled clearly with an irritated look on his face. His experience so far on this mortal world had given Willard a slight sense of empathy, and his remarks to the short bulky man was Willard's way of showing mercy. The short man completely lost his patience, he hurled his spear with all the strength he could muster aiming straight for Willard's head.

As the spear flew, a screeching sound was heard as more steam dispersed. The spear flew through the air in a dominating fashion. Everyone that saw it, except for Baya, assumed that was the end for Willard. As the spear got closer to its target, Willard moved his right hand in a casual manner, almost as if he was about to swat a fly. The short bulky man had a disdainful look on his face. In his view, Willard was a fool that overestimated his own abilities. Even elemental energy experts wouldn't foolishly attempt to use their bare hands to catch his spear.

Before anyone knew what was happening, Willard had caught the spear with his bare hand. The expression of the onlookers, including the short bulky man, changed as they saw what had just happened. No one could believe what they were seeing, and this was especially true for the short bulky man who threw the spear and the old man who was still on his knees.

"How is this even possible?" The short bulky man questioned for a second before moving that thought to the back of his mind. "So what if you have some ability. Today you will die." He said as snapped out of his surprise. He yanked the chain that was connected to the spear with all of his strength, aiming to rip Willard's fingers off. To his surprise, the spear did not move a tiny bit. The short bulky man felt like he had just tried pulling a mountain. His mind was reeling from yet another surprise, as everything had gone against any kind of logic he could think off at the moment. Before he could react, Willard pulled the spear, sending the short bulky man hurling towards him. The man could not even react fast enough to release the chain from his grip as he flew uncontrollably towards Willard.