NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 211: Another Rescue 2

A deafening explosion erupted from John’s hand, the force of the shockwave sending the doors flying off their hinges. The auditorium was plunged into chaos as those inside scrambled to escape the destruction. John’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of terrified faces and panicked bodies.

A burly figure stepped forward, his expression hardened as he raised a handgun. "You can’t escape this, soldier!" he shouted.

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"I don’t plan on running," John replied calmly, his gaze not leaving the man.

The room echoed with the crack of gunfire as bullets flew past John’s head, but he was unfazed. Instead, he countered with a vicious kick that sent the attacker flying across the room.

The remaining guards froze, and their leadership shattered. This was not the fight they had anticipated.

As the dust settled, John’s gaze landed on a couple of chairs near the back of the auditorium and spotted June’s lively orange hair and her always abrasive blue eyes. Next to her, Laura’s long raven hair fell down her shoulders in loose curls. She looked like a trapped bird, her black eyes wide with fear, her expression timid.

’So they’re alright,’ John thought.

"They’re coming with me," John announced as he walked past the injured soldiers.

John walked past the soldiers and made his way towards Laura and June, but he stopped when the ceiling collapsed and a loud thud echoed throughout the room.

"What the hell is that?" one of the guards murmured, his voice filled with confusion.

John and the other soldiers turned to look at the fallen ceiling, and a loud rumble sounded as the floor above gave way and a man, more than 2 metres tall emerged out of the cloud of dust.

"Did you really think it would be that easy?" The man grinned as his dark green eyes flashed, "I don’t think so."

His dark hair was tied up in a ponytail, his face gaunt and his body covered with scars.

As the man stood in front of John, Spencer and the rest of the team arrived at the scene. John’s eyes narrowed as he inspected the man’s stats with Appraisal.

[Name: Brennan Pierce]

[Class: Combat Monk]

[Strength: 51.2]

[Vitality: 35.1]

[Agility: 38]

[Energy: 26.1]

John frowned. The man was close to John’s strength and at that point, a few points of difference wouldn’t matter. One’s own abilities and Skills would determine the outcome of the battle.

"Take them out of here," John said as he pointed towards the two women.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Spencer asked, his expression grim.

"Don’t worry, I’ve got this," John smirked and Spencer and the others circled Laura and June.

"You’re not getting out of here alive," Brennan shouted and lunged towards John.

He swung his fist at John, and his eyes widened in disbelief when John easily dodged his attack.

John swiftly countered with a swift punch, his eyes narrowing as his fist connected with Brennan’s face, sending him flying through the air and crashing into the wall, causing it to crack.

Brennan quickly regained his balance and lunged towards John again, his fist flying towards his face.

Brennan’s fist struck the air, igniting it in a bright blaze of light as John desperately sidestepped. John was propelled through the air like a rag doll by a loud explosion. John gasped for air and winced as he struggled to stand up, his clothes torn and his flesh scorched by the extreme heat.

"Grahhh," John grunted and stared at Brennan, who was standing in the distance with a wicked grin on his face.

"What’s the matter? You seem troubled, little boy," Brennan taunted.

"You’re going to regret that," John gritted his teeth and lunged towards Brennan.

John’s chest was directly in the line of fire as Brennan’s fist shot through the air. However, John was even faster, deflecting the attack and delivering an uppercut that struck Brennan’s jaw with such force that it broke bones. Brennan struggled to keep his footing as he staggered back, the hit sending shockwaves through his body.

Brennan gritted his teeth and raised his hands in a defensive position.

"Fine, I’ll play dirty," he sneered.

His eyes shone brightly as he glared at John and a surge of energy blasted towards him, hitting him squarely in the chest.

John’s eyes widened as he was thrown off his feet and crashed into the wall behind him, the impact of the blow sending cracks rippling across its surface.

With such force from his powerful legs, Brennan surged forward like a furious bull, causing the earth to tremble beneath him. His chiselled muscles were on full display with every step, and he moved so quickly it felt like he was flying.

He swung his right fist upwards at John with a grin plastered on his face, but his eyes grew wide when John muttered, "Shockwave."

A deafening blast emanated from the impact point between the two men. The explosion was so loud that it made Brennan’s ears ring like a doorbell. He flew backwards, his body scrawled on the wall like a piece of modern art. The bricks protested under his weight, creating cracks like a jigsaw puzzle gone wrong.

Brennan slowly rose to his feet, his dark green eyes gleaming with rage. "I’ll kill you, you fucking bastard!"

John’s smirk only infuriated Brennan more. "You can try, but I doubt you’ll succeed," he said in a confident tone.

Brennan clenched his fists so hard they turned white, and charged at John with a yell. The two of them exchanged blows, each strike seeming to hit harder than the last.

"Is this the best you’ve got? I’m not even trying!" Brennan laughed in a condescending manner.

"Is it now?" John said in a calm tone.

John ducked under a swing and drove his right fist into Brennan’s stomach, causing him to double over.

Brennan staggered backwards and took in a deep breath, "I didn’t want to use this, but you leave me no choice, kid."

His green eyes suddenly changed colour, becoming a blazing golden. John sensed a powerful aura emanate from Brennan and felt as though he was staring down the barrel of a gun.