Anthony vanished again, his body appearing beside one of the four who had moved to attack his friends, and without missing a beat, he punched out, his fist streaking towards the man’s gut with blurring speed. The man immediately created a mana barrier to block at the last instant, but it was utterly futile, Anthony’s fist tore through the barrier effortlessly, his strike collapsing against the man’s chest with devastating force.

With a grotesque flesh-tearing and bone-shattering sound, the man’s chest caved inward before bursting outward from his back, his vitality allowing him to remain alive for a few more seconds, his face frozen in shock at his own impending death. But Anthony had no more time for him; he simply swiped his hand across space, and in the next instant, the man’s head was severed cleanly from his neck.

The other three blurred backwards immediately, retreating with everything they had, but could they be faster than Anthony? Absolutely not.

Anthony closed the distance instantly, but before he could act, a stream of black ink-like fog erupted into the surrounding cosmic space. Anthony didn’t need to guess to know it was the octopus-headed one who had performed the attack, a skill clearly meant to be poisonous while also possessing illusion and confusion effects designed to disorient and overwhelm.

But at the end of the day, it was utterly useless.

Anthony raised a hand, and the streams of black ink fog converged around his palm, compressing into an eerie black orb that pulsed faintly with dark presence. In the next moment, he appeared before another bandit, a faint smile stretching across his face. His hand clamped down on the man’s face, the bandit struggling desperately to free himself, but it was completely futile. Anthony pried his mouth open with force and shoved the dark orb into his throat, forcing him to swallow it.

Then he released the man, who immediately began to tremble violently, blood leaking from his mouth as his body discolored from the poison. His mind fractured as he started muttering incoherent and unknown things, the illusion and confusion effects of the black ink fog taking hold of him completely.

Anthony didn’t spare him another glance; the man was already as good as dead.

The rest, seeing Anthony take out two of their crew members so effortlessly, immediately abandoned the battle and raced towards their ship. Just as Anthony had said, they feared the strong and bullied the weak, honor, determination, willpower, never retreating from a battlefield... what were those? Staying alive was all that mattered.

In an instant, they reached their ship and activated the shield mechanism, a barrier forming around the entire vessel. But out of the remaining five, only three made it aboard; the other two were still racing towards it in desperation.

"Don’t run, weren’t you going to kill me for being Human?" Anthony’s voice echoed through space as he appeared in a blur. Without hesitation, his fingers tore through the chest of the first man with sickening ease. He withdrew his hand, now coated in blue blood, and with a casual flick, the blood splattered into the void.

He vanished again, reappearing before the only woman within the crew. She didn’t hesitate, even in fear, she attacked. A massive fireball erupted point-blank, as though she had prepared the attack from the very beginning.

Anthony didn’t bother dodging.

He dove headfirst into the flames, the inferno consuming him entirely, but it was still useless. With Romulus residing within his soul, Anthony was completely immune to all flame-based attacks. He burst out from the other side of the inferno, his leg blurring forward as it slammed into her gut with titanic force. The impact obliterated the entire lower half of her body, and the remaining upper half was sent hurtling through space, crashing violently into the barrier shielding their ship.

The three remaining bandits immediately panicked, their bodies drenched in cold sweat as they stared at the gruesome sight, the corpse, blood, organs, and intestines smeared across their ship’s barrier like a grotesque painting of death. The image alone was enough to shatter their composure completely.

"Fuck! We should have bought a normal aircraft like everyone else! I don’t even know how to control this damned ship, and the fool who could control it is dead!" the octopus-headed one shouted in frustration and rage.

In the next moment, another impact resounded across their ship’s barrier. Their heads snapped upward, and there stood Anthony, calm and composed, gazing down at them like a hawk observing its prey from above.

"Miss this Human?" Anthony asked with a playful tone, his smile faint yet terrifying.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I knew we shouldn’t have robbed this Human, he was too handsome to be normal!" the shark-physique bandit cursed frantically.

Anthony simply phased through their useless barrier as though it didn’t exist, his sky-blue eyes locking onto the three remaining survivors.

"Spare us, and we will give you everything we have on the ship and in our space rings!" the octopus-headed one said immediately, his voice trembling as his heart pounded violently in fear.

"Why would I spare you when your treasures will become mine if I kill you?" Anthony replied calmly, his logic simple and undeniable.

With that, he blurred forward. His knee connected with the octopus-headed one, and in an instant, the head burst apart into a grotesque paste of flesh and bone, the corpse collapsing to the ground with a heavy thud.

Anthony immediately closed the distance between himself and the shark-physique bandit, his palm slamming into the man’s chest. The impact obliterated his entire upper torso, blood and organs splattering violently across the ship’s floorboards.

The final bandit reacted instantly, launching an attack as Anthony finished the shark-like one. A prison-like construct manifested beneath Anthony’s feet, rising rapidly and caging him within.

Anthony stared at the bandit as though he were an old fool and spoke with clear disdain, "I literally phased through your ship’s barrier, why wouldn’t I be able to phase through this?"

He stepped forward calmly, not even needing to phase this time. His body shattered the construct purely through physical force as he walked into it, the prison breaking apart like fragile glass under sheer pressure.

Before the bandit could react again, Anthony appeared before him, and with a simple backhand slap, the man’s head exploded into fragments of grey matter, his body collapsing lifelessly.

The ship was now filled with a suffocating, choking stench of blood. Its interior was painted in layers of crimson, blue, and darker shades, littered with organs, limbs, and mangled remains scattered across every surface.

And within that gruesome scene stood Anthony, calm, composed, and utterly untouched. Not a single trace of blood stained his body, as though he hadn’t just massacred seven Apexus Mana Rankers as if they were nothing more than insignificant Mortal Mana Rankers, his presence alone dominating the silent aftermath of absolute slaughter.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I have nothing to say today. Just thank you for your continuous and endless support despite my shameless acts of begging and asking for super gifts as though money fell from the sky. Really appreciate and love y’all, thank you, truly.