Rebound In Time-Chapter 38-Kill

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That was all Mitchell could hear in his mind. A crazy voice in his head that kept on shouting kill. The voice sounded deranged. Like a mad person. It just wanted him to kill and Mitchell could not help but agree. All his suffering and pain he had ever felt was like a dam bursting with water. All the time he had felt lonely, lost, frightened, scared, hate and anger helped his overflowing bloodlust. He felt an uncontrollably bloodlust rising deep within him. And it kept increasing by the second.

'What's happening'. He thought inwardly but could not voice out his thoughts.

His vision turned blurry, hazy with red. He could feel the pain in his shoulder. His body and mind telling him to give in to the bloodlust that was so tempting and comfortable. KILL. He was tired. Tired of the life he had lived on earth and wished the memories would just go away and he would die without regrets. Tired of everything and everyone. In his heart, only hate could be found and a little numbness. Up till now he still wondered why he was alive, what was the point of being alive. It was only torture. He felt like letting it all out within him but he knew he would not have the heart to do so. He just wanted to . . . KILL.

And he gave in, his vision turned red and he could not see objects clearly. There was a deep anger and hate towards all things within the universe rising within him. But he did not feel sad or withdraw from it instead he embraced it. He felt warmness within him as his rising bloodlust and he thought 'I want to kill'. He turned his gaze towards the man who threw the javelin at him before and could not see a man. But an object that he hated so much that he only wanted to destroy.

He looked at his wounded shoulder, at the blood flowing down his arm.

Looking at the object, or any form of life filled him with disgusting and hate and his bloodline reached the peak. He dashed towards the person at an extreme speed using 'qi blood explosion' three times at once and when he arrived at the man's size, he was still looking at the direction he came from. Looking at the object from this close up made him feel more disgust and hate and the urge to destroy it made him to not feel any resistance from his mind and he raised his leg up and turned to kick the man's head. By the time he turned his head after feeling a fast gust of wind, the man saw an incoming leg and that was the last thing he saw.

Mitchell looked at the body that fell down without a head and the feeling that rose up within him was great ectasy at the sight of blood. He coughed up a mouthful of blood from using the 'qi blood explosion' but he didn't give a fuck. He had lost sight of the main reason why he was here and began looking for things he could murder.

He ran straight forward and his eyes was peeled ready for anyone he could see. He would not hesitate in the slightest bit to kill them just to give himself a mental release.

After several hours, any living thing he came across, even an ant would die under his feet. He killed in a most brutalizing way. Almost all his victims would have no heads while their remaining body parts would be untouched. After killing them, he would smile a devilish smile and be extremely happy about the blood being spilt. He also sustained serious wounds but the continuous sight of blood had made him to not care anymore and he would still continue to search for people to kill. He would not even stop to recover his lost qi, he would keep on rushing forth to kill.

'Mitchell. Stop it. Stop killing.' Jack would try to stop him while saying in his mind but Mitchell would not answering him and just continue his killing spree that all living things who fell under his perception would die. Be it male or female.

The pleasure he felt from seeing blood flow would not allow him to rest and he would waste all his power killing everything in his way.

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"Sir , what should we do about him. At this rate, he would kill many of contestants". The young man said to the middle aged man who had continued watching through the transparent screen of light.

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"No. Do not interfere. With his presence, the trial would become more interesting and the contestants would have to reason to feel comfortable". The middle aged man said with an aloof expression on his face.

'Everyone has breaking point it their lives. He has just reached one. He will continue to kill until his bloodlust side is satisfied and his anger has diminished. But at such a young age, he can already bring out such murderous will and bloodlust. Not even allowing himself to rest. If he continues at this rate, he would soon drop.' The man sighed in his heart as he watched Mitchell's rampage.' The talent the boy has shown might not be that great but the murderous will he exhibits will be sure to raise eyebrows, and at this such age. What has he gone through?'.

The beautiful woman who was around the old man said nothing and kept her eyes closed. Mitchell had have shown a great amount of killing intent but to her that was just all. He could be said to be above average and that's it. He brought no sign of interest to her but she did wonder about that technique he used to make himself faster.

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Ange disappeared into the void when she saw the direction that he was looking. He was looking right at her. No . . .it was as if he was looking past her. Like he could see through her.

The pressure he put on her was great, but not so much that she would tremble from.

She waited in the void for a while but she she did not see any change in his expression. It was like he did not even notice her when she stepped into the void and just continued looking at where she previously was. The frown on his face deepened and there was a dark glare in his eyes.

He suddenly look behind him and clutched at the air. An ash colored staff could be seen pushing against his hand but no change could be seen on his face. It was like he did not even acknowledge Ange's existence.

He raised an eyebrow though. While he may not acknowledge Ange. He was apprehensive towards the technique she used to step into the void. There was no ripples or any sign of disturbance but she stepped in smoothly like she belonged there. But that was just it. His eyebrow came back down and he just casually swung his hand at her as he held her staff.

Ange felt no surge of power, just a force that pushed her away very violently and easily.

The frown was back on his face and he continued to look at the spot where Ange had disappeared into the void before.

Ange hit her back on the mountain and could hear a cracking noise coming from her back. She coughed out a mouthful of blood and groaned in agony at the sudden pain that came from her back.

Just that casual swing of his hand and she was in such a state. It was like an adult fighting against a child. He swung her away like she was an iinsect.

She coughed up blood again and her face turned pale. 'So strong. He is just at the ninth stage and he is this Strong. He had not even gotten to Golden cores realm yet he was this powerful.

Ange shivered, she had come very close to death. If his mind was not preoccupied he would have surely killed her without battling an eyelid and by now, she would have been dead.

"I wonder what he is focusing on so much that he couldn't care less about me". Ange said and shivered again. It would probably be another force that can threaten him if not he would not look grim.

'I better not get in the way'. Ange thought and made to leave.