The half deads does not feel any pain over any injuries they obtained on their body, nor the blood loss or any types of diseases can harm them.

They are the creatures which mainly feed on meat, especially the taste of a human's flesh drives them crazy. The half deads are still able to have the same abilities as humans, but they are more insane creatures that savagely attacks human for their dinner. The only way to stop them is to detach their brain from their body. Only then would their bodies stops functioning.

"Farewell!" Faust says, taking a step forward. Lowering his body with the kata on his left side. He goes into the sword drawing technique. And before the half dead in front of him realise.

*Sleeek~* A sound made by slicing the head of the half dead before him in a smooth cut. "s.h.i.+t!" The other half dead surrounding the woman's husband utters with a fearfully pale face.

They were c.o.c.ky and are so sure that Faust wouldn't be able to kill them, but unexpected to them, Faust had actually drew blood without any hint of hesitation in his eyes. Faust decided to ignore the fear and arrogance of the half dead and dead serious locked his eyes on their heads.

The half dead move their eyes from the decapitated head of their companion to where Faust is currently standing, but he is not present in the same place. All the half dead are confused that he suddenly appeared on the extreme right on one of them like a fluttering breeze. He slashed and separated the head and body of one. All the other half dead starts running towards right to attack him.

In the next second, he is on zoomed to the left, slas.h.i.+ng another two horizontally. The half dead are slow in speed when it comes to running which is why Faust started from the corners as to outwit them.

He acrobatically moves all around with an 'impossible to match in speed' type in a breeze.

*"Dammit! Don't! Don't! Don't lose it."* 

*"It feels so d.a.m.n good whenever I'm slicing their bodies! Ahhhh ahhhh f.u.c.k! Don't lose it, keep it together Faust!."*

Faust seemingly enjoys the ma.s.sacre, everytime he sliced off a chunk of meat from the half deads. He feels like he is losing his sanity. All he wants to do is to cut more and more. His speed too is increasing with the spike in his l.u.s.t to kill.

He instantly finishes all the 20 half dead including the old one. The lady and her husband, including everyone on the road are dumbstruck and were unable to utter a word. This is a completely one-sided match. The numbers of the half dead did not matter at this point.

*"Too fast! I keep wanting more, it's not enough for me!."* Blisters starts to form on the hands of Faust. The inflated skin of these half dead is very hard especially at their necks and to be able to cut through their hard skin is beyond his capabilities already. His hands almost goes numb from the constantly cutting and slicing. But he is liking the numbness and the pain from blisters.

Everyone thought that it was over for the time being and were worrying about the kid staring at the half dead under his sword. Suddenly another angry mob of half deads approaches Faust.

Thirty of them distributed in three equal rows with 10 half dead lined up in each row. 

"Great!" Faust licks his lips and smiles from excitement. He starts walking towards them with greeds filling in his eyes. "I love this sensation of blood filling the air" Faust casually speaks out and his black hair falling over his face, covering his eyes as he lowered his head. His eyes can be seen glowing in blood red shot from under his hair with a creepy smile spreading across his face.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! I'll freaking kill everyone!" Faust laughs like a manic under his breath. He tries his best to suppress his insane side from leaking to the outer world. He looks plain and normal on the outside but inside he is like a crazy psychopath whose real killer instincts are about to unleas.h.!.+ 

"Sword Arts - Rapier Thrust!" 

Faust teleports from his spot to the middle row in a second. He stretches his katana–extending his arm to the extreme to the back of his body like a baseball pitcher would, getting ready to throw a pitch.

In the next minute he thrusts the tip of his katana into the heart of the half dead. One!...two!.. three!.. the katana pierced through the half dead one after another along the lined up rows. All ten of them were pushed back with a great force and are slammed against a bus in the middle of the road with Faust still thrusting from the front.

"Eahhhhhh! Thrust!" He again lands another thrust on the half dead, his whole hand went inside the chest of the first one. The shock wave travelled in great speed through all ten of them, crus.h.i.+ng their hearts in a crunch. The force of his thrust still continued, shattering the windows and winds.h.i.+eld of the bus before fading into thin air.

He pulls his hand out with little blood gus.h.i.+ng out of the bodies of the half dead and he turns around to face the two rows of twenty more half deads that are left.

He starts walking with a big smile on his face. The half deads behind him are still moving, they did not feel a thing even when their hearts are brutally  crushed. They try to attack him from behind, but before they could make any move, the heads of all ten falls apart. A fountain of blood splashed from the torso's, all at the same time raining upon Faust.

The twenty in front of him could not digest the fact that Faust is so strong. They didn't know what move to choose from their a.r.s.enal. While yelling in helplessly a spear like object is shot into the mouth of the last one in a row.

He then teleports to the sword instantly gripping his hand around the handle. He twists the sharp edge of the sword upwards  in its mouth. The half dead fearfully moved his eyeb.a.l.l.s while being frightened, but Faust swiftly swings the sword upwards, slicing the head of it into two equal halves from between his eyes without any pitiness.

Before he was about to move on to the next one. A loud siren began to ring in the area! All the half dead cl.u.s.tered into a group, cautiously looking at their surroundings.

Two vans with small circular shaped wings at the back come flying from above. The van is hovering with the air gus.h.i.+ng out from the empty circular wings which are glimmering in green color.

Small regiment of ten soldiers half of them wearing black and the other half in green uniforms and rifles, along with one cop in khakis walks out of the vans.

Faust immediately turns back to normal upon seeing the soldiers. He knows he needs to let them handle the situation now.

But before he realizes, eight of the soldiers surrounds him, pointing their rifles towards him. "You handle that sword very well don't you?" The ninth soldier in black asks, walking towards Faust hauntingly.

In this modern world, users of martial arts are hunted and killed.