SSS Cosmic Policing System: Overpowered Cop's Odyssey

At another side of the battlefield…

Haron ran his tongue along the edge of the sickle, his eyes glinting slaughter.

Meanwhile, Dio stood opposite him radiating a pure predatory aura, his golden-scaled wings tucked behind him…

Dangerously long dagger claws glinted, as his jagged teeth shone.

"Indeed I sense our similarity, but I feel I am superior."

Haron covered his eyes with his palms as his head swung back, releasing uproarious laughter, pointing at Dio.

"You have no idea who you're dealing with, do you…

Just because you saw your master dealing with us easily doesn't mean we are weak.

You see, none of us are that easy to deal with…"

His voice whispered in the wind as his figure vanished.

Dio's nose was suddenly clouded with the stench of blood — his foe was near, so fast.

His senses couldn't keep track, but his superior instinct was reliable.

His claws ripped through the wind, instinct driving him.

Blood slashed into the air as he struck, predicting Haron's movements.

The Lord leaped backwards, observing the claw marks across his chest briefly, his gaze simmering crimson…

As he burst into motion, this time his senses were at high alert. Dio's claws streaked across the air, accurately pinpointing his trajectory, forcing him to change paths continuously.

The Lord weaved through the flurry of attacks, finally getting close enough. Both his sickles arced, releasing a hurricane flurry of his own.

The weapon clashed against Dio's scales, sparks igniting at each collision. Seeing his attack had no progress and that his foe was about to retaliate, Haron vanished.

Appearing in the air, he clicked his teeth in annoyance, both sickles raised as a blood aura condensed around them.

Boom!

The strike cleaved downwards, heading for his foe's neck. But Dio blocked with an arm, the two sickles lodged deep into his arm, reaching bone.

His eyes glinted — this guy could actually bypass his golden-scaled armor so easily.

His scaled wings unraveled, gaping heavily and catapulting him into the skies.

He had an advantage, and he was going to use it!

Dio's maw went wide as a golden glimmer pulsed up his throat. Following it, he erupted into a golden concentrated beam blasting towards his prey.

Haron was quick on his feet, moving at unnatural speeds as he zigzagged his way through the terrain, dodging the beam.

Dio followed, his wings giving him steady bursts through the sky as he trailed behind the Lord.

"You know, I think I know how we're similar… We are both built to kill… But I am superior."

Haron's distant voice rang out in Dio's supernatural hearing.

A sanguine cloud brewed around the Lord's figure as he activated his Order of Slaughter trait.

His trait let him take the most adaptable form suitable for him to kill his prey.

It also supplied him with the required prowess needed for slaughtering his foe.

Black feathery wings sprouted from his back as he took the skies, riding the wind.

Dio stopped his beam — at this point it would be useless, his foe had just gotten faster.

His claws protruded further as he dived down towards his prey.

Velocity built, friction accumulated, as he struck with physics in his favor.

Boom! The wind clapped at their collision.

But surprisingly, he didn't have the upper hand in the clash. He clenched his teeth hard, his wings beating the wind heavily.

Gold aura built through his frame as his Dragon Force boosted his strength, but still nothing — like trying to swim against the flow of a waterfall.

A sinister smile crept across Haron's lips, his eyes flowing with crimson.

"As I said, we are not so easy to deal with."

Crimson aura flowed through his sickles as he repelled Dio, shoving him against the air, then pushing forward, the edge of his weapon glinting blood.

The curved blades dug into his chest, making an X-shaped injury across the captain's chest, running down to his torso.

Dio grunted in pain, gold blood dripping. Thankfully, the nano-bionic bots in his bloodstream had already started stitching the injury back together.

Dio's gaze raged. He was a level 78 Hunter, but unlike his fellow hunters, he was an Order Bearer, destined to be far ahead of his peers.

His battle instinct flared as he and the Lord engaged in a bloodied battle midair.

Their wings beat the wind as claws and sickles clashed, wings used as shields, and blood flowed from both parties — but injuries were healed immediately after.

After a brief brutal engagement, the two kicked each other far back. Dio's shoulders rose and fell as he breathed heavily, steamy breaths exiting his nostrils and mouth.

Meanwhile, his opponent's situation seemed drastically better — no heavy breaths, no exhausted expression, just a demonic smile.

"I've had my fun. Time for you to die." Haron's wings flapped at that statement as he moved at a sudden jarring instantaneous speed, his sickles up in the air and ready to strike.

His smile widened as he whispered:

"Bleeding Hurricane…"

Suddenly his figure vanished as a raging hurricane of crimson strikes engulfed Dio. The weapon clashed aggressively across Dio's scales, letting out loud clinks and clanks followed by sickening spurts of blood as the weapon peeled through the scales, digging for the flesh beneath.

The crimson hurricane ravaged Dio. He couldn't fight against it — his opponent was too fast to intercept, and the strikes too sinister and heavy to tank.

The small lacerations drew across his frame, golden blood leaking. The nano-bots could heal, but as fast as the body was being damaged, they were outpaced.

The pain stung deep as he couldn't hold back a hoarse cry of pain.

By the time Haron's hurricane strike ended, dissolving into the wind, Dio fell downwards, golden blood raining.

His wings had been reduced to nothing, and his skin? The damage was undiagnosable, as his figure was covered with blood all across.

Dio felt his sight blurry, his heart heavy. His first battle against outsiders — and he lost so badly.

He felt ashamed, he felt pained… His teeth ground together. He couldn't feel his body… He could feel the nano-bionic bots working to fix him, but he felt nothing.

Right before he collided with the ground, a hand clamped around his neck, holding his bleeding figure like a trophy…

Haron's crimson tongue licked across droplets of gold blood on his lips.

"You were a delectable prey… I wonder how much tastier your master would be…"