Hunter From Inside The Prison

This Is My Party Stage

Three inmates strode quickly towards Rick, their gazes full of hatred and unconcealed killing intent. Meanwhile, the other inmates remained where they were, but their hands began to move, pulling sharp weapons, iron bars, and other dangerous objects from under their clothes and under the table.

Meanwhile, the other inmates remain seated in their places, but their eyes stare intently, observing every movement. Some began to reach under their shirts or slip their hands under tables, pulling out sharp weapons, iron rods, or anything else that could be used to end someone's life. There was no longer any desire to hide their intentions.

Rick stood up slowly from his chair, his face remained calm, without the slightest sign of panic.

The first move came from a burly man with a rusty iron rod in his hand. With a roar of rage, the man swung his weapon straight at Rick's head, hoping to crush his skull in one blow.

However, Rick only tilted his body slightly, dodging with ease. There was no exaggerated movement. No attempt to block or fight back. Just a simple yet highly effective move. His body remained relaxed, making it seem like he was dancing among the waves of death.

Rick dodged the first man's attack, and before the man could regain his balance, Rick was in the perfect position to face the second man who launched a straight punch at his face.

But instead of dodging or parry, Rick let the punch land right on his left cheek.

Bugh!

His head spun slightly from the impact. Pain sensation spread across his face, but Rick only smiled faintly. The blow was indeed painful, but it was part of his plan.

He wanted to make sure, the first blow came from the opposing side, more precisely, from Bruno's men. The CCTV hanging in the centre of the room recorded everything clearly. Indisputable proof that this conflict was not started by him.

A simple strategy, but effective.

Rick wiped the corner of his slightly bleeding lips, then stepped lightly to the side, facing the third man who was holding a long iron bar. Without further ado, Rick raised his leg high, then delivered a vertical kick to the lower part of the man's hand.

Bam!

The kick was powerful and precise. The iron rod slipped out of the grip, flying into the air like a bullet fired from a cannon. Its flight path went straight up, spinning quickly before hitting the CCTV hanging from the ceiling.

Crash!

The CCTV shattered into pieces, falling to hit the floor with a loud crunch. loud crunching sound. Rick turned his head, covering his mouth with his hand while pretending to be surprised, then said in a casual tone.

"Oops... looks like I accidentally destroyed the surveillance camera."

A small smile appeared at the corner of her lips as her eyes met Bruno's gaze. It was obvious the provocation was aimed at him.

Bruno gritted his teeth, his face flushed with anger. But even though he looked angry, he did not immediately go on the offensive. His cowardly spirit made him prefer to watch his men gang up on Rick first.

Meanwhile, Rick stepped forward without fear. He grabbed the arm of the man who had just hit him in the face, twisting his arm quickly until the sound of bones cracking could be heard.

Kreekk!

"Aaaarghh..."

The man screamed in pain, but Rick didn't give him time to breathe. With one swift movement, he pushed the man's body towards another inmate who had just stood up, making them both fall down together.

Wasting no time, Rick turned around and smashed his elbow very hard into the face of the first man who was still trying to catch his breath after his attack failed.

Bugh!

The man fell down, fresh blood flowing from his nose.

Rick then directed his gaze for a moment to the corner of the room, right at Bruno who was still sitting while watching the course of the fight.

A provocative smile played on Rick's lips, deliberately poking Bruno's ego.

Bruno cupped his hands on the table, his breathing ragged. The veins in his neck tightened, and his grip also tightened, as if he wanted to crush everything. But he stayed where he was, never moving. Her soul was too cowardly to face Rick alone.

Rick only chuckled when he saw the change in expression on Bruno's face, which looked increasingly annoyed.

"Can you only order others around, Bruno? Or are you really afraid to face me alone? Are you really a coward now?" his voice was loud, echoing throughout the room.

The provocation worked well. Bruno's face grew redder, his features hardened, but he remained seated. Meanwhile, all his men, provoked by seeing their boss insulted, rushed towards Rick without hesitation.

Now, the real battle began.

Rick moved faster and faster, like a shadow dancing amongst the onslaught. He dodged, parried, and occasionally launched precise counterattacks. Every punch, kick, or counterattack was done with careful calculation.

He didn't need great strength to defeat them all. All he needed was intelligence and strategy. And in that regard, right now Rick clearly had the upper hand thanks to the abilities he possessed.

Dozens of inmates began to move in on Rick from all directions. They brandished sharp knives, wooden beams, and iron bars, striding quickly with angry shouts. The sound of their footsteps combined with the clatter of metal, filling the room that felt increasingly cramped and stuffy.

However, Rick stood in the centre of the crowd without showing the slightest fear. His eyes radiated cold excitement, his pupils constricted as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Adrenaline rushed through his body, making his blood boil, but not because of panic or fear, but because of a sense of satisfaction.

With a casual movement, Rick reached his hands under his clothes. In an instant, two dark iron rods appeared in his grasp. Although it looked like he had pulled them out from under his clothes, they were actually weapons he had taken out from his personal storage dimension. A little trick he had made to look natural in the eyes of these fools.

"Ready? You losers!" he muttered, grinning widely.

Without waiting any longer, Rick swung the two iron rods to his side, treating them as if they were a pair of legendary greatswords. His steps were steady as he quickly spun his body 360 degrees.

Whuush! Bam!

The round produced an attack like a hurricane. The iron rod in his hand shot out with incredible speed and incredible force, smashing into anyone foolish enough to get too close.

Crack!

The first iron bar struck right on the wrist of a prisoner swinging a knife at him. The sound of bones cracking echoed through the air, followed by a shrill scream.

"Aaaargh!!!"

Rick didn't stop. With the momentum still flowing, he spun again, hitting the next prisoner hard on the head.

Thwack!

The man staggered, blood poured from his temples, and his body collapsed like a sack of rice. Every few seconds, there was a new scream that filled theroom, as if it was a rhythm Rick had created with great pleasure.

He attacked without hesitation, but not with the intention of instantly paralyse them. His blows were calculated, hitting the most painful spots, the hands that held the weapons, the knees that supported the body, and the heads that didn't. supporting the body, and the unprotected head.

Bugh! Crack! Bam!

"Aaaagh!" "Damn it!" "My hand...!"

The screams were like a chorus of to Rick's ears. He was intentionally prolonging their agony. This was not just a fight to him. This was the moment of revenge, the moment that he had been waiting for for so long.

Some of those who attacking him now were people who used to torture and humiliate him when he was weak. In the past, Rick could only stay silent, enduring the pain and humiliation without being able to fight back. But now? He stood above them all, becoming an invincible figure.

"How does it feel?" Rick shouted in the amidst the roar of battle, his voice full of mockery.

"You used to laugh while torturing me. Now it's my turn to laugh!"

His attacks were getting wilder but still precision. Every now and then, he dodged easily from a swinging knife or a blow from a wooden beam or iron bar, his body moving as if he had reading the attack before it happened.

Rick seemed to feel something strange, the movements of these prisoners seemed slow to his eyes. Each of their attacks seemed like he could predict it before it was launched. His reflexes seemed to work beyond reason, allowing him to move with perfect efficiency.

"Is this... like precognition?" she thought, while dodging the knife attack that narrowly missed in front of her face.

But she didn't think too much about it. The pleasure of this fight was too tantalising to be destroyed with over-analysis.

Meanwhile, Bruno stood in the distance, his face pale, watching how one by one his men were being destroyed. He gritted his teeth, but didn't dare to come forward.

Rick could have run straight at towards him, ending all of this quickly. But where was the fun in that? He wanted to make Bruno watch as all his his pawns were destroyed one by one.

He wanted Bruno to feel the despair, to see how useless the people he relied on were.

Rick turned his head towards Bruno, giving a sardonic smile while slamming his iron rod into the knee of a prisoner who tried to attack him from behind.

Crack!

The man fell to his knees, screaming in pain. Rick just laughed softly.

Don't worry, Bruno. I'm not finished."

Rick continued the action, letting the blood, screams, and fear fill the room. This was his stage, and he was the main star.