"Who are you?" The young man asked warily, observing the unknown man standing before him with narrowed eyes, assessing the intruder.

"I'm the one doing the questioning.

Why exactly are you planning on killing the old man.

And what do you want with the little girl?" Aaron asked pointedly, his tone steady and unyielding.

With his sharp senses, he had overheard the conversation between the young man and the old man, piecing together the tense dynamics unfolding in the void.

"That's none of your business.

And I will advise you to leave while you still can or lose your life over a matter that is of no concern to you," the young man warned coldly, his grip tightening on his sword.

"Nah.

I did rather stay.

I'm curious to see just how you can hurt me," Aaron smiled confidently, staring at the young man with genuine interest sparkling in his eyes.

"Kill him.

Then the old man.

Let's wrap everything up here and leave," the young man ordered his men sharply, his voice laced with irritation.

Twenty men, among the forty accompanying the young man, surrounded Aaron in a tight formation, their weapons primed and ready to attack at any moment, the air humming with charged energy.

"Just a warning to ensure I'm being fair.

If you guys so much as make a move, that will be your last action as one of the living," Aaron stated evenly, his posture relaxed yet radiating an unspoken threat.

The men ignored the warning of Aaron, prompted to attack first by their leader's command, surging forward with coordinated aggression.

One of them moved swiftly, his sword coated with crackling lightning that arced and snapped through the vacuum.

He went for a quick stab against Aaron, his movement precise and ruthless, honed by years of combat training.

"At least I warned you," Aaron sighed resignedly, pointing his hand toward the man with casual precision.

From his hand, compressed blood shot out like a projectile, passing through the man's temples cleanly, the impact silent yet lethal.

The body of the lightning-wielder floated freely in space, his life snuffed out instantaneously, eyes glazing over in eternal surprise.

The entire team was shocked by Aaron's capability, their formations faltering as they processed the effortless kill.

They all held their swords tightly, finally seeing Aaron as a full-time threat worthy of their utmost caution.

"Finally the recognition I deserve.

Now, I hope you can hand over the old man and little girl while I'm still asking nicely," Aaron said to the group, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

"What are you all waiting for?! Kill him!!!!" The young man roared in annoyance, his face contorted into one of unbridled fury.

Reacting to his orders, nineteen men left charged forward for an attack, their movements synchronized like a well-oiled machine.

Each one of them had a sword coated with an element, blades shimmering with infused power that distorted the space around them.

Some had theirs coated with roaring flames that danced hungrily, others with sharp cutting winds that howled faintly, hard rock encasements that gleamed like forged stone, crackling lightning, and swirling water that rippled with kinetic force.

They moved with impeccable coordination and deadly efficiency, like trained swordsmen who had fought together in countless skirmishes.

"I hate people that never read the room on who's strong and who isn't," Aaron sighed wearily, shaking his head in mild exasperation.

He coiled his fingers in the shape of a gun, mimicking the gesture with playful theatrics, and pointed it toward one of the handymen approaching.

Demonstrating his hand like he was removing a gun from safety, Aaron moved his hand as if he had fired the imaginary weapon from his fingers.

From his index finger, a condensed blood bullet was fired with pinpoint accuracy, taking the life of the nearest attacker in a blur of motion.

With continued playfulness, Aaron pointed his fingers at the next attacker and shot another compressed blood bullet, the projectile whistling silently through the void.

Aaron demonstrated firing nineteen times in rapid succession, killing all the attackers before they could even get near him, their bodies drifting lifelessly in the expanse.

"Who...who are you?" The young man asked in stunned surprise, watching twenty of his guards floating in space, their lives snuffed out without a chance to retaliate.

"The introduction part? Let's kindly skip that, shall we?" Aaron replied dismissively, uninterested in formalities.

"Hand them over now, or follow the same fate as your men," Aaron demanded again, his tone firm and unwavering.

"That's never going to happen," the young man remained steadfast in standing his ground, defiance burning in his eyes despite the carnage.

"You all don't just stand there, kill him! The rest of us, attack with all you've got!" The young man yelled frantically, retreating into the spaceship, the old man and the little girl forced into the vessel with him by one of his remaining protectors.

The protectors left outside, nineteen of them stood still, holding their weapons tightly in white-knuckled grips.

But none of them dared to move an inch or launch an attack, the fresh deaths of their teammates vivid in their minds, a chilling reminder of the intruder's lethality.

They all turned back in unison, feeling a profound sense of betrayal when the spaceship ignited its engines and sped off without them, abandoning them to their fate in the cold void.

"It seems your life is in your own hands right now.

So what's it going to be?" Aaron asked the group of men standing between him and the fleeing spaceship, his voice calm yet laced with implicit threat.

The men remained silent, unsure of what to do next, their minds racing through options.

They knew they had zero chance of defeating the man in front of them, who had destroyed twenty of their teammates with effortless precision.

Bracing himself with visible resolve, one of the men raised his hands slowly, sheathing his sword in a gesture of surrender, his armored form tense but compliant.

With one man having the courage to yield, the rest slowly followed suit, sheathing their weapons one by one and surrendering, the clink of metal echoing faintly in the vacuum.

"Wise choice," Aaron smiled approvingly, pleased that the rest of them weren't actually brain-dead and had chosen survival over pointless valor.

"Now to catch up with some friends," Aaron smiled further, his eyes locked on the spaceship now several distances away, its thrusters glowing brightly against the starry backdrop.

The protectors stared at Aaron with open curiosity, wondering how he was going to catch up with the super-fast spaceship, their gazes fixed on him expectantly.

They, after all, hadn't seen Aaron's physical abilities or just how fast he truly was, their knowledge limited to his ranged prowess.

"I'm not going to run.

Those are for kids," Aaron smiled confidently, his refined features alight with amusement as he extended his control over the surrounding space with effortless mastery.

With a simple step forward, he appeared within the spaceship like he had always been on board the entire time, materializing amid the humming consoles and startled crew, the translocation seamless and instantaneous.

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