The Moonlight Swordsman

One of the hunters approached Aizel; he was a big guy, even taller than Aizel.

He swung his big right fist at Aizel's face. Aizel ducked, and quickly delivered an uppercut to the big guy's chin, stunning him for a split second.

Aizel quickly summoned the small dagger Henry had given him and repeatedly stabbed him in the chest, blood spurts out like a fountain in the hall.

The man died on the spot as his massive body fell to the floor, leaving some hunters stunned, and others eager to fight.

They rushed towards Aizel, some barehanded and some armed with weapons.

The first person to approach him slashed his small dagger toward Aizel's waist. Aizel quickly backed away. The other guy swung his hammer from the left at his head, attempting to squish it into a pulp.

Aizel ducked once more and used wind magic to disrupt their footing on the ground, causing them to fall flat on their faces.

*Thud*

He smashed their heads into pulp with his legs, enhancing them with mana. He rushed towards upcoming hunters without mercy on the big stairway leading to the basement.

His face was completely blank of emotions, all the while killing these men. One of them threw a big saber in his direction, and he quickly summoned the earth wall to block the saber.

Every hunter's eyes went wide with shock. This mage was able to wield not only wind magic but earth magic too.

"That guy has dual core." One of them shouted as all of them rushed towards him together. Some mages were also present in the group. They rushed as well regarding hunters as a meat shield.

Aizel quickly converted the earth wall into earth bullets and fired them toward the approaching horde.

He was rushing towards them with his dagger as well, stabbing them ruthlessly in their eyes, ears, faces, and everywhere he could to make them feel pain.

The stone bullets hit the hunters while Aizel stabbed them one by one.

One of the hunters made his way through all the mess and rushed towards him. He grabbed Aizel by the waist and slammed him against the wall.

Aizel felt the pain when his head and back crashed into the wall, but he ignored it and stabbed the guy in the back with a dagger repeatedly.

He noticed an incoming fireball, so he burst into flames, leaving the guy who had grabbed him to be hit instead.

He reformed in a different location while all hunters and mages were staring in utter shock and disbelief.

"Another core; what the fuck did he do to get so lucky?" One of the mages shouted as he summoned roots from the ground that gripped Aizel's leg.

Three hunters saw the chance and jumped toward him, making him fall to the ground. They started stabbing him with daggers madly towards his waist.

But suddenly they got their stomachs pierced by a pointy, sharp earth spike.

Aizel threw them off to the side while summoning more earth spikes, piercing their brains. Blood and matter sprayed onto the ground. Aizel's waist was fully covered in earth armor, broken in a few places. The smell of blood was getting more strong in the room, as Aizel continued his madness.

He joined his hands and started using creation magic. He imagined a medium-sized steel pipe, which manifested out of nowhere.

The front-row hunters who were now rushing stopped for a moment. It didn't look like whatever that weapon was, was summoned out of a storage ring.

Aizel walked slowly with the steel pipe in his hands towards them. It was not very long, but it was shiny.

A mage suddenly used a wind cyclone towards them, catching Aizel and some hunters with it. Aizel used his arm as a sword as he envisioned sharpness by enhancing it with mana and then cut the wind cyclone in half along with some hunters on the way.

He rushed towards the mage with lightning speed and swung the steel pipe towards his head with both hands at full speed.

It was so fast and powerful that the mage's head burst open with one hit, and blood and brain matter splattered the ground and some nearby hunters.

Aizel started beating the hell out of everyone with the steel pipe. He was using wing magic and earth bindings to make them fall or disturb their footing. Then he rushed them and started banging steel pipe ruthlessly till they turned to mush.

The mages who were using long-distance spells slowly started backing away and running toward the basement.

Aizel blocked their spells easily, by dodging and using earth walls.

He could have finished all of them quickly with the sword, but he wanted to be crueler and instill fear in them.

The hunters quickly realized that even though they outnumbered him, they were mere insects in before this man. He was single-handedly bashing them all.

They joined the mages running towards the basement, kicking each other to escape first. Aizel slowly walked towards them, at times using fireballs and wind to push them in his direction, after which he would start beating them again with his pipe.

"ahhhh... Monster…"

"Runnnnn, he is fucking insane…"

"That guy has many magic cores; quickly, someone inform the elder..."

The mages and hunters started panicking for their lives. Their faces paled when they turned to see him; he was completely drenched in blood, beating and stabbing them ruthlessly, one after the other.

The rest of the hunters and mages who were guarding the basement noticed the commotion, and some of them got curious and rushed toward the large staircase area. They saw the group that had gone ahead, horrified and running back for life.

"What happened, how many came?" One of the mages grabbed the hunter, who was running for his life with only one hand remaining.

"J....Just one, He is a monster. Run for your life." He pushed the mage and started running towards the cellar area.

They watched in the direction where screams were coming, one after another.

NOOOOOO...

Pleaseeeeeeee...I have a famil...

Saveee......

They watched as the shadow grew larger and larger, approaching them like a devil.

Suddenly, a guy was sent flying toward the wall, and then a steel pipe came flying and pierced his face.

Aizel walked slowly as he turned to find more hunters and mages waiting for him. They were all staring at him, in anger, and disgust, but most importantly, in fear.

He stared back with his dark, black eyes; blood dripping from his hair; and half his clothes stained with it. A shiver ran down their spines when their eyes met with the devil's.