The realization that all his teeth and jaw had shattered sent a wave of agony coursing through the youth's body.
He barely had time to register the pain before his body collided with the wall of the building. The impact resembled a juicy slab of meat slamming into an immovable surface.
His form quite literally splattered against the wall, the force of the impact shattering every bone in his body and painting the surrounding area crimson.
The other assailants drew in sharp breaths as they witnessed the scene unfold. The bulky youth's form slid down the wall like a wet slab of meat, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.
There was not a single damage on the building wall despite the crazy momentum of the youth.
The assailants all turned their gazes towards the boy who was supposed to be their prey, each of them immediately becoming utterly baffled.
Atticus didn't seem like he had even moved an inch away from where he was standing!
There were still about 4 Advanced+ rank individuals present and neither of them had been able to understand what happened!
Just as each of them began to question if Atticus was truly responsible for the devastating blow, they witnessed his figure blur before their eyes.
Suddenly, their visions tilted downward, and they found themselves descending toward the ground uncontrollably.
Instinctively, they tried to use their limbs to stop their fall, but their bodies refused to obey.
With no support, their forms collided with the ground with resounding thuds, leaving many of them utterly bewildered by the sudden turn of events.
One of them turned his head, his gaze falling upon his brutalized hands and legs. They were twisted beyond recognition, resembling hardly squeezed blood-red towels.
Then, the screams began.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!"
An intense, deafening scream pierced through the hall, followed by a cacophony of shrieks as the assailants became painfully aware of their predicament.
Each one added their voice to the chorus of agony, screaming out in response to the excruciating pain.
The entrance to the first year building was simply an open space for students to pass. There was nothing like doors or anything blocking the entrance.
And given this, there was simply no way a group of individuals screaming that loudly wouldn't attract the attention of the other students in the area.
Many weren't present, but the few that were immediately started heading towards where they heard the screams to see what was going on.
As soon as they entered, their collective gazes immediately landed on Atticus, who had an icy expression on his face while staring at the sprawled figures of the youths screaming in pain on the ground.
Before any of the students could even understand what was happening, Atticus moved.
He approached one of the youths screaming in pain and bent down, getting on the same level with him.
"No no no no!" The youth started screaming, trying his best to inch away from him.
Atticus completely ignored this as he grabbed the mask covering his face, yanking it off.
But instead of the face he had been expecting, Atticus saw that the black attire the youth was wearing also covered his face.
But his eyes were now visible through two circular holes where his eyes were located.
Atticus's piercing blue eyes locked with those of the youth, causing the latter to immediately tremble in response.
He had never seen a gaze so cold before. It was as though he was being looked at like a thing rather than a human being.
"P-please," the youth's pleas fell on deaf ears as Atticus suddenly grabbed the youth's head firmly with his right hand.
"Ple-"
The youth's words were abruptly cut short, Atticus's hands suddenly set ablaze in a scorching inferno.
"Haaaaaa!!!!" The youth's renewed intense scream immediately drowned out the others, his form jerking, tossing, and turning as he tried his very best to free himself from Atticus's hold.
But Atticus's grip was completely firm. Plus, due to the youth's inability to move his limbs, he was unable to set himself free.
The students who had convened inside the first-year building all watched, many of their forms slightly trembling, as Atticus's scorching flames ravaged the head of the youth, the boy's jerking body and screams showing no signs of abating.
The students that had entered the building had mostly been higher years, and almost all of them were from tier 2 and 3 families.
Immediately, they all entered the building and saw the white hair and figure of Atticus, they immediately recognized the monster.
None of them even attempted to stop the brutality going on. They all simply watched in silence.
After a few seconds, Atticus finally extinguished his flames, and his gaze landed on the face of the youth.
The youth's face was completely scalding red, with many parts of his face burnt beyond recognition.
His face was filled with tears and mucus streaming out of his eyes and nose. His skin was attempting to heal, but it seemed as though the remnants of the flames kept hindering it.
'So I was right. A third year, huh,' Atticus thought.
Just like his head, Atticus could see some small black spots just underneath the youth's chin. It was plenty obvious there had been a beard growing there before it got burnt.
Atticus turned his gaze to the nether region of the youth, which was getting more soaked by the seconds.
The disgusting liquid gathered on the ground, its form slowly streaming towards Atticus, who was close to the youth.
Atticus swiftly created an air barrier around it, stopping the liquid from moving close to him.
Turning his icy gaze back to the youth, Atticus locked eyes with him.
"I-I b-beg y-you, p-please," the tears streaming from the youth's eyes increased as he pleaded.
But Atticus completely ignored the youth's ramblings, his tone as cold as ice as he spoke.
"You're currently ten in number. I am only going to ask you once. If I don't receive an answer, I will inflict on you a pain you will never forget in your life and then simply move to the next person. So I advise you to think wisely.
Who sent you?" Atticus asked.
