Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer

"AHHHHHHHHHH…."

The ninth young master screamed at the top of his lungs. He screamed so loud that the whole area turned silent and even Kach and his two opponents stopped moving.

Then only they noticed that Sam is holding a sword on the ninth young master's neck and there is blood dripping slightly from it.

The wound is not big. In fact, it is negligibly small.

Now they are surprised, why this guy is even crying out this loud with such a small gash.

It didn't take long for them to understand the reason though. Because the wound turned black and the blackness started spreading through the skin, to the rest of his body.

The manager ran toward the young master, leaving Kach and the old squad captain alone. Kach didn't waste this chance and cut off the old captains limbs. One hand and one leg. He fell to the ground.

Kach caught up to Manager in the next instant and slashed on his back.

A deep wound appeared on the manager's back. But he didn't stop, he didn't retaliate. He just ran towards the young master and took out a token hurriedly.

"Sir Brig, Ninth young master was in a battle with someone and is severely injured. He fainted and dark and death energies are rampaging his body. Two squads are eliminated. I request you come here as the Elder who needs to handle this matter.

Please. Young master needs you."

He cried and wept as he explained the situation to Brig.

Sam who is casually standing there, walked away from the young master and tapped his legs on the ground after reaching a certain point.

The earth turned into a chair. He relaxedly sat on the chair and tapped his foot on the ground once again. Another chair was formed. He invited Kach to come and sit there as well.

The manager has no will to fight and the second squad captain, couldn't even wrap his head around the current situation.

Kach heaved a sigh and sat on the chair.

"Why did you do this? You really didn't have to do this, you know? This was my problem, now it extended to be yours"

"Really?"

"Yes, I would have just cut his arm off and ran. I already migrated my clan away, so I can just get into someplace hiding for a while.

But you? Don't you a have a life? All we had was a relationship of fifteen minutes, out of which more than half of it was gone in silence. You shouldn't be doing this. You are kind and pure, people will take advantage of you."

"Yeah, sure. That is what they think of me. Kind and pure."

Sam couldn't help but think of the times when he was purely violent.

"So, what is the plan now?"

"We will wait for Brig to come."

"Is that what you are aiming for since the start? Yeah, kind of. That guy is the only ticket out for us and if you want to get your sword back, he is the best shot at making that happen."

"Why do you want to meet Brig though? If you are looking for a favor or some business, I am pretty sure, this is not the right approach for that. He is not really that much of a kind man."

"I know. But don't worry. He won't even dare to harm us. I have something up my sleeve."

"You better have."

Both of them sat down without a care in the world as they waited.

Soon, they felt an aura trying to suppress them.

But they didn't faze that much. After all, they are also peak stage experts. Sam might not have divine energy yet, but his mind is too strong to waver from some pressure.

They looked into a distance. A man who seemed to be in his late twenties is running in the air as he made his way.

He landed right next to the Ninth young master. He had a worried look on his face as he diagnosed him.

His aura is still locked on Sam and Kach. He is aware of who caused this and from his expression, it is apparent that he is not going to let this go that easily.

Sam just smiled and spoke up.

"One hundred curses. All of the different forms and different styles. All fused together. That's what effecting your student.

He is going to die. Slowly and painfully. No matter what you try with your original methods, he won't survive."

Sam's voice silenced the whole crowd once again. Even Kach was stunned. It is one thing for Sam to attack Ninth's young master. But to put him through the suffering of one hundred curses. And to think that everyone thought that the young master is a Wuss for crying out loud for just a small scratch.

"It seems like you have a death wish."

Brig spoke and looked at Sam.

"Of course not. I am pretty sure you not going to kill me, because in a regular scenario if you even have any possibility of curing him, your only is to get a hundred curses from me.

And for that, you either need to kill me and absorb my soul to get the info or you need to ask me nicely.

You know damn well that the first option is not going to work. Because your city guard captain can vouch that I am a pain in the ass and escape easily. As for the second, well it depends."

"There is a third option, I can beat the shit out of you and make you say it."

"There is indeed a third option, but I am sure that is not it. It is a different one and something related to the meeting you just had with your goddess Hel.

You can try that special technique and he will live. Anyway, I am sure it is a good time to experiment with that new technique. With the added pressure of saving your student, you will also be extra careful about it increasing the chances of success."

The city guards are all perplexed.

Only Brig had a stunned expression on his face. He definitely understood what Sam was talking about. Because he just came from the ceremony. He just took that technique a few hours ago and he was still studying it.

He was right on the verge of demonstrating the technique to the rest of the core members when he got the news that Ninth young master was injured. He came running while leaving the whole core members of the clan hanging.

"How do you know about the technique?"

He asked in shock.

"I know a lot more about it than you think. The technique that you might have just gotten your hands on. And not just me, all six of your rival organizations know about it.

I can go into detail, but I presume that you won't really like it if I do that in public."

Brig came out of his momentary daze.

He looked around and his gaze finally stopped at the city guard squad captain. Send everyone away. Bring those two to my private estate."

With that, he took his student and leaped into the air to his private estate.

The squad captain looked at Sam and Kach. Even without any prompt, they stood up from their spot and moved.

Five minutes later, Sam and Kach are inside the private estate. They were told to sit down in a room while they waited for Brig.

They waited for fifteen minutes before someone ran into the room.

Both Sam and Kach were confused by the presence of this person. It was not Brig that came, it is actually a beautiful young lady.

And just from how she looked Sam could guess who she is. It is Yana. The beauty of the Sura clan.

She looked at both Kach and Sam for a moment and asked.

"Which one of you beat up the Ninth young master?"

Sam and Kach exchanged a glance before Sam raised his hand.

She grabbed their hand and shook it heavily.

"Thank you so much."

Sam was stunned. He didn't expect such a reaction at all. She is the cousin of the said ninth young master after all. Who would expect such a reaction from her?

Before Sam could even speak, she shifted her attention to Kach.

"So, you must be the one that made all the fuss about your clan. That asshole must have definitely done it. You should have just beaten him up and taken your sword back. You have the strength for it."

Kach just smiled wryly and didn't even speak.

Soon, Brig came back and spoke to Sam.

"Now, you better speak what I want to know. You are in a very perilous situation and I am in no mood to entertain your antics. If you don't give me a proper answer, I will just kill you and get the answers myself."