Hitman with a Badass System
chapter-645

As he slowly descended from the sky, golden bolt of lightning crackled under Ghost's feet. The son Ethan lost had come to save his family once again. Despite what everyone told him about the dark lord, Ethan didn't believe his son was evil. He wanted to hug Ghost and tell him that he is his father. With a gentle smile on his face, Ethan looked up. Ghost's raven black hair had grown back to his neck length. The stubble beard gave him a charming look. As he descended, his black long coat fluttered in the wind. With his hands behind his back, Ghost calmly landed before him.

"Lord Ethan," Michael extended his arm to Ethan. A glimmer of concern emerged in Ethan's eyes for a moment, But after remembering Ghost was the freakin Dark Lord, his mind calmed down.

"Look out!" Suddenly, Ethan shouted, noticing Avon firing a dark arrow toward Ghost. Michael however, remained calm. He caught the dark arrow before it could hit him without even turning back. The dark arrow trembled in his hand. Soon, it shattered under his grasp.

"Be careful. He is a vampire," said Ethan.

Ethan saw no signs of fear on his son's face. Instead, he remained as calm as ever. Ghost reminded Ethan of Harriet. No matter the situation, the two of them remained calm. In Ethan's eyes, Ghost looked the same as Harriet. He even dressed in complete black and carried two swords on his back like his mother.

In a blink of an eye, Avon dashed at Michael. To Ethan's shock, Ghost grabbed Avon by his neck. Just like when he caught the arrow, he didn't even turn around.

"ARGH!" Avon growled. He tried to escape from Ghost's clutch, but he couldn't. Lightning crackled around Michael's wrist, burning Avon's neck. Ethan's jaw dropped a few inches looking at the scene. The vampire who almost killed Alicia and him struggled like a weakling under his son's grasp. Finally, Michael turned his head to look Avon in the eyes.

"You stole my shipment," Avon couldn't believe what he had just heard. With earth-shattering force, Michael took off from the ground. Under his grasp, Avon frantically twitched his body to escape. When Michael reached height enough to see the entire battle, he threw Avon to the middle of the battlefield where Xavier was fighting twenty soldiers at the same time.

Except for the cloud of darkness, Michael used everything else to boost his power. The death range alone gave Michael enough power to manhandle Avon without breaking a sweat. The force of Michael's throw was enough to prevent Avon from regaining balance mid-sky.

Boom!

With a loud explosion, Duke Avon hit the ground, creating a powerful shock wave. A creator formed around Duke Avon due to the force of his collision. Duke Avon coughed up dark blood. The two armies on deadlock halted their fight for a moment. The soldiers couldn't help turning their gaze toward the sudden crater that appeared in the middle of the battlefield.

Before Duke Avon could get back to his feet, Michael shot toward him, leaving a golden lightning trail in the sky. He landed straight on top of Duke Avon and released a barrage of kicks, each kick carrying the same force as the previous one.

"Protect His Grace!" The commanders, who realized it was their duke who was getting kicked to death, screamed as loud as they could. Their shout reverberated throughout the battlefield. Soon, the mages and knights tried to move toward the duke.

"KILL THEM ALL!" At the same time, Xavier roared at his men to kill the Flamefair soldiers. Once again, a battle between the two armies broke out. Finally, Duke Avon managed to roll a few meters away from Ghost and managed to get back to his feet. The bruises and wounds on his face closed up at speed visible to the naked eye.

His neatly pressed black robes were drenched in mud and torn in several places. An oblivious man would never recognize Avon as a duke. Instead, they would think of him as a beggar.

Uncontrollable anger coursed through Avon's veins. He gnashed his teeth as the fangs grew as long as possible. Unlike the energy radiation Avon sensed from Ethan and Alicia, the energy radiation of Ghost was on another level. Avon could tell his cultivation level was far inferior to his opponent's. His only saving grace was his strong vampire body and superior regeneration. Otherwise, he would have been kicked to death a few moments ago.

"Is that it?" snarled Avon.

To Avon's astonishment, Ghost threw a green vial at his feet. The vials shattered, creating green mists around him.

"You are not the first Elder Vampire I faced, Duke Avon," Michael's calm words startled Avon. His brain suddenly recalled everything he heard about what had transpired in the alchemy competition. Ghost and Noah fought and slain an Elder Vampire. At one point, even Saber mentioned something about Hacan's creation rampaged at the alchemy tournament and ended up getting killed by two humans.

For the first time, Avon's eyes glimmered with fear. But soon, anger overshadowed his fear. Avon dashed at Ghost with enough speed to create a shock wave behind him. The bastard in front of him was a vampire slayer. He killed one of his kind. Although Avon did not know Hacan or the elder vampire he had created, Avon wanted to avenge both of them. Upon reaching Ghost, Avon punched the bastard with every bit of his strength. The impact of the punch pushed Avon several steps back. His hand felt numb as though he had hit a metal wall.

Only then did Avon see the black shield in Ghost's hand. As a vampire, he was blessed with speed beyond a cultivator's limit. Yet, Avon completely failed to see when Ghost took out the black shield. Seeing their lord at a disadvantage, the nearby Flamefair soldiers ignored their opponents and charged toward Michael.

"Ring of Fire," Michael cast the spell in his mind as the bright crimson red flame shot out from Michael in a perfect circle. Waves of fire pulsated in regular intervals. Those who were caught in the radius of the flame circle screamed. Their agonizing screams and the strong scent of burning flesh filled the air. Soon after a few seconds, their screams stopped. Silence fell over them.

Fortunately, Avon leaped into the air, escaping from the burning fire. Before his eyes, his men burnt to a crisp. Michael looked up at Avon. Countless tiny bolts of lightning crackled around his wrist, threatening to be unleashed at Avon. Suddenly, Avon coughed again and again in the air. Every part of his body started to ache as though he was being stabbed by hundreds of rusty needles.

Extreme pain made him fall to the ground. Luckily for him, the pulsating flame waves disappeared, leaving smoking ashes on the ground. Even after losing their fellow soldiers to the flames, the others rushed toward Michael. With an annoyed look, Michael channeled the Celestial energy and poured it to strengthen the lightning bolts around his wrists. When the soldiers got close enough, Michael raised his hands, firing thick bolts of a golden lightning bolt from each hand. The two lightning bolts struck the soldiers and penetrated several soldiers. Michael did not stop. He kept firing lightning bolts one after another. Whenever a bolt of lightning fired out of his hand, several soldiers dropped to the ground with large holes in their chests.

"ARGHHHH!" Avon roared in uncontrollable anger and leaped at Michael once again despite the pain. His body screamed at him to stop, yet Avon pushed himself to the limit. The anti-vampire potion Michael brewed after getting Victor's blood sample, and the Elder vampire's flesh sample was working better than Michael expected. This time, Michael did not stay still. Instead, he cast the ignitia and moved toward Victor faster than his opponent. When the two of them collided, it created a powerful shock wave.

Under the soldiers' shocked gazes, Michael punched Avon left and right. Only the soldiers above Core Formation could see Michael's punches because he was simply too fast for the eyes of the others. In a few seconds, Michael landed almost fifty punches. Avon's vision soon started to blur. Michael suddenly picked Avon up off his feet by his waist and slammed him on the ground.

Avon coughed up more blood. To everyone's surprise, Ghost did not stop with the slam. He proceeded to grab Avon's leg, lifted him up, and slammed him again and again and again like Avon was a weightless doll. The soldiers were terrified. The man who stopped the beast's cannonball singlehandedly stood no chance against Ghost. Soldiers of Flamefair not only felt embarrassed but also terrified. Their morale hit rock bottom.

"No one," They heard the deep hatred-filled voice of Ghost. He slammed Avon on the ground,

"Steals," Another slam,

"From," again, Michael slammed Avon,

"Me,"

When Michael hit Avon against the ground this time, Avon almost lost consciousness. His bones had been broken by Ghost faster than his body could heal. The soldiers noticed Avon's legs and arms looking crooked. Just as they thought it was over, they saw Ghost stepping on Avon's throat.

"Vampire or not, if you ever fuck with me, I will end you," these were the last words Avon said before getting his head crushed with a single stomp. Blood and bloody brain matter scattered around. Avon's body frantically twitched for a few moments until it finally stopped. Everyone who saw the gruesome death of Duke Avon felt shivers running down their spines. When Michael's gaze swept across the battlefield, the soldiers from both sides took a step back in fear.

After the death of Duke Avon, the Flamefair soldiers lost their spark to fight. Honestly, they had no reason to fight. With no leader to lead them, it would be pointless for them to continue. Hence, one by one, they let go of their weapons and dropped to their knees. Under their terrified eyes, Michael crouched down near the duke and scooped up a sample using a vial.

Compared to the Elder vampire he and Noh fought, Duke Avon was a couple of times stronger. S Michael wanted to further test the samples to improve his anti-vampire potions. This proved to be a fruitful thing for Michael. He not only managed to kill and make an example out of Avon but also leveled up.

When he was about to turn around and leave, he heard Xavier's voice.

"Stop,"