The Amazing Joni's
CHAPTER 9: NINE

“What now are we going to go inside? I asked, looking at Sem and Deni, making sure.

“How about you, Den?” Shem looked at Deni. “If you want to rest, you can log out now. I don't mind. You can save first.”

“We'll go inside. I want to settle this oil business with Was.” In response. I'm actually worried that Deni doesn't want to play this game anymore. From then on, his face always looked annoyed.

“Good, already disconnected.” Sem clenched his hands.

The three of us decided to enter the government building. It can be called a palace. A simple building, with only two floors. Each floor has a height of 30 meters, that means the building is 60 meters high.

“This building is 100 meters high, Jon.” Sem seemed to understand what I was thinking.

“100 meters?” I don't understand, how is it possible? Isn't every floor according to my calculations only 30 meters.

“This building is actually three floors. The top floor is hidden. You must have heard the term hidden item, right? The third floor is like that. They conceal. If my estimate is correct, on the third floor that's the Was currently located.” We kept going inside, running. Go up the stairs to the second floor. Shem tried to open the elevator, but failed. They knew we were coming, so the elevator was shut off from the control room.

This ground floor seems safe. We headed straight for the stairs. At such times, we do not realize. Wan's fighter has prepared a strategy to lock us up. They gathered in two rooms near the stairs, waiting for us to climb up the stairs. While another group, prepare to attack us from above. They lock. The three of us were cornered on the steps, in the middle of the journey. Was's men this time were different from the guards who were near the small gate in front of the government building. They were prepared for a fight.

Sem swiftly grabbed the arrows inside his arrow rest. He raised a silver bow in the hand. Shoot up. His movement suddenly stopped.

“There is, Sem?” I'm starting to panic.

“Can't, Jon. This room restricts the movement of my arrows. The ceiling is too narrow.” Shem answered quickly.

Right, the hundreds of arrows raining down on the security guard outside it seemed to take some time to split apart.  One arrow will split into two, two into four, four into eight, and so on.It takes more than five seconds for the arrow to be perfect into a hundred. That's Sem's weakness, he's not a close-quarters fighter.

“Now what?” Deni also started to panic. “You, take out that punch, Jon.” Deni.

“Iya, but how?” I'm rattled.

“Just hit, Jon. We don't have time to think. I'll try to hold those who come from above.” Sem is also urgent.

I can't think of anything else, we're getting cornered. Can't I already make a shield? Then I can make that punch too. I was silent for a moment, feeling the flow of energy flowing in my body. The longer it feels. I started to close my eyes. That stream of energy felt like it was pulsing, ready to be ejected. Shem continued to hold them by throwing arrows from the bow one by one. Deni still couldn't do anything, from his face he was actually very fiery wanting to feel the battle. Occasionally his hands clenched, hoping for a sword to appear there.

I raised my hand. Be ready. No matter the style. I immediately smashed my fist towards the horde of fighters who ambushed from under the stairs. Beyond my guess, it worked perfectly. They were driven by the power of the wind. I don't see it either, this technique seems to use wind pressure. It was not a punch that emitted radiating light, then swept through everything. This is a wind blow technique. Half of the fighters were lying stiff. Their bodies slowly disappeared like damaged image pixels. There's another half. I was prepared to attack him.

“Those coming from the top are getting closer, Jon.” Deni exclaimed stifled. Shem was already overwhelmed by it, the arrows were only a few. He did not want to run out before reaching the highest floor.

I quickly turned around, releasing blows without the horses. Sounded thumping. Those on the upper rungs of the ladder were bouncing away. Some of them flew bouncing about the others. There were even some that hit the walls of the building, imprinting, leaving cracks. I once again saw my right fist. That's a terrible blow. I'm amazed. I think I can finish this floor myself.

The rest of the fighters on the stairs below us went back up. They were not at all deterred by my first blow.I hit the wind again, made the pressure, rang a beat, they were ejected. Far away, crack the walls, break the glass. Sem took out the rest of the few fighters who came from above. There was little space, his arrows were able to split into two, even three. All the fighters who ambushed us on the stairs were gone. Their bodies disappeared, vanishing without a trace.

Deni took a long breath. A thrilling situation has been missed. Even though this is in the game, still the feeling in it is like being in reality.

“This is just the beginning. Was still has some stronger pieces than this.” Sem is also stuck. “Entai now they are on what floor. We have to keep going.”

We both nodded. It's possible, we'll cross the time limit for playing a habitual game. For games like this, usually me and Deni only play it for two hours. But maybe this time it will be more than that. I agree I won't log out now, I'm still hot with the wind blow earlier. Deni seems to think the same. He won't log out now, his weapon still can't be used. I'm sure Deni is hotter than I am.

“I think we should hurry. That might make Was and his men do not have time to make traps or anything like that.” I looked towards Sem and Deni.

The three of us continued up the stairs to the second floor.

For a government building, it's a pretty quiet situation. There was no noise of any commotion. Perhaps, indeed only Was and his men inhabited this building, running business with the international oil mafia. No civilians work here.

Two minutes, we had arrived at the door connecting with the second floor. Shem pushed the door slowly, alert. We climbed this floor instead of the elevator, so we had to arrive at the right side of the building. The three of us were clucking. The atmosphere still feels empty. There was no sign of a movement, of footsteps, of whispers regulating strategy, of all silence. They might be hiding just like on the ground floor earlier.

“Tetap alert.” Sem reminded. The bow was never hidden again.

We both nodded. Keep walking slowly.

“Are we going to the next stairs?” Deni asked, whispering.

“Of course, Den. If they don't attack like earlier.” I swallowed spit. For some reason, for me this is more stressful than directly facing the enemy who appears and confronts directly. Why should they hide? On the other hand, I was amazed by the graphics making of this game. The tense atmosphere really felt.

In the middle of the journey, head for the stairs to the third floor. As I thought, we were back in the way. This time it was not just the warrior-type fighter like before, there were three people in all-red uniforms standing in the front row. Their faces were similar to those of the border gatekeepers of the country at the beginning of our entry into this country. A face with a fused mask, or perhaps a real face. The headband is attached, reluctant to flutter, also red. Their boots are redder than their uniforms. The three of them looked more stocky than the other fighters. One was behind us, standing in front of hundreds of fighters. The other two were in front of us, standing in line in front of hundreds of other fighters. It's back a massive bulldoze.

“This can be called a coercion to provoke your power, Den.” She looked at Deni. “You have to face them.”

Deni nods. Sem is right, this is the time he showed off after just being a spectator of my fight and Sem.

Two fighters wearing red uniforms in front of us raised their hands, giving the command to attack. One fighter in a red uniform behind us did the same. Not a second later, the fighters lined up behind them ran towards us, attacking. The three of us had to stand on each other's backs, watching each other. Deni and I looked at each other again, smiling. It's just a game. If it fails here, we can still try it on another occasion. We both nodded, understanding each other.

The second floor was violently shaken by the cries of the fighters who ambushed us from all over. The silent atmosphere we had just felt, now turned into a noise like a group of migrating bees.

Unexpected tactics they showed back. Just as we were ready to receive the attack, three meters away from the three of us stood. They all stopped, and the screaming stopped.

I had to call out in the middle of silence. “Sem, Den, closer! They will attack with weapons like when at the gate.” I'm getting ready to take out the shield.

My guess is right again. They took out the same weapons as when in front of the gate. The bullet rain came back to hit us. The bullets fell in front of the shield, unable to penetrate even a single item. The longer it builds up. At that moment, I was unaware of the existence of three fighters in red uniforms. They had gathered together, launching a single blow towards the shield. A punch that was heavier than a bullet, my shield broke, cracked, unable to withstand the thumping force of the three blows.The three of us bounced ten meters away. It's stronger than the punch I had. Surprisingly, Deni and I felt no pain. We just feel our energy is reduced.

The sound of the barrage of weapons came to a halt, the second floor turning silent. The three of us fell, trying to stand up. My body feels a little stiff, hard to move.

“Sem, may I ask you something?” I turned towards Sem, he was already standing perfectly.

“What is the size of someone who is almost dead in this game? Every living thing here has no blood indicator. Also their strength size.” I looked ahead, the three people in red uniforms walked over.

“Blood and strength indicators are not needed here, Jon. If the blood is gone, you will go back to the beginning. Then the writing Continue?” appears Sem explained. We couldn't talk more, three strong people were already approaching.

I-i understand. That's why Deni and I feel our energy diminishing. There's no blood here, the indicator is just the energy being felt. If it runs out, then our existence in this scene, back to the beginning, meets the lion again. I don't want that anymore, neither does Deni.

“Be prepared!” Sem reminded.

“I have a better idea, Sem.” Deni smirked, an idea flashed through his head.

Me and Sem looked at him. What idea? Hasn't it been only Deni who hasn't been able to bring out his abilities.

“We will face three pretentious people that one on one.” Deni smiled, very sure.

“You sure, Den? Don't you have that sword yet?” I asked, worried.

“That's exactly it, Jon. Didn't Sem say I should be forced. One on one it's a good idea to force. And remember as long as my forehead is still moving, you can't help me.” Deni sounds very serious.

I swallowed spit. How sure is Deni of the idea? It could have been one hit, he's been game over.

Three men in red uniforms were already in front of us. Sem attacked first, he darted to one of the fighters in the red uniform. The one-on-one battle had already taken place. I followed Sem's way, attacking one of the fighters in the other red uniform. They seemed to know the idea of Deni, another one did not help two of his friends who we attacked. He continued walking towards Deni who was ready to be on standby.

The hallway on the second floor was again noisy with the sound of a fight. The other fighters who were still in the hundreds and had weapons were still watching, they did not seem to want to hurt their comrades. Don't shoot, maybe that's the code they're running right now. A loud bang was heard, Shem bouncing away towards the wall. Clearly visible, the wall behind him cracked, breaking. Fighting with punches and kicks like that is indeed not Sem's expertise.

The ceiling of the hallway on the second floor was quiet for a moment. What happened to Deni? I'm turning. They were still facing each other, not attacking each other. Deni remained firmly in his position. So far I can breathe a sigh of relief, he's fine. The fighter in the red uniform in front of me again attacked. I'm prepped. Two similar blows hit each other, causing a sound wave that whispers the ear. Guns dropped from other fighters, they closed the ears. Others could not stand it, disappeared, lost from the fight. She realized, she was still leaning on the broken wall. While our blows continued to clash with each other, the twisting noise continued to wander. The glass in the second-floor room one and two began to break. At least, I can still counterbalance the speed of the blow of one of these pretentious fighters.

Shem removed the arrow from his bow, bouncy away from where it fell. The arrow was split into two. One towards the opponent he was facing right now, another one aimed towards the opponent I was facing. The opponent he faced deflected the arrow, vanishing. While the opponent I faced had no time to convolve, hit his back. The speed and power of the arrow had already reduced, not sticking too deep. The fighter in the red uniform I was facing easily pulled it out without any pain. Without wasting any time, I attacked him. Intending to hit the chest, he had time to fend it off. The reflexes are too good. I failed to hit it, the fighter in the red uniform who was my opponent only shuffled back a few steps.

Back to a moment.

While the fighter in the red uniform who was Sem's opponent was preparing to attack again, he galloped towards Sem who was still knocked over by a cracked wall. Shem tried to stand up, intending to dodge. Failed, the blow hit him too fast. Shem bounced back, breaking through the second floor wall, making a hole double his body. His body fell down. I can't do anything about it. My opponent always blocks the moves I make.

“Sem!” Deni. He intends to pursue. It was too late for the body to come out of the second floor. In addition, the pretentious fighter in front of him was blocking.

One of the fighters gave an attack signal. Suddenly the muzzle of the weapon returned to the snout. Shit, I'm too far from Deni. If I make a shield, it won't protect Deni, my shield range is limited. That's when I couldn't save anyone. Deni bowed reverently. His molars churned loudly, his jaws enlarged, his fists hardened. That's perfect coercion. A sword finally appeared in his grasp. The energy from the sword was enormous. At the moment of its appearance, it scattered a dazzling light. A silver-colored sword had appeared, glittering.

Deni attacked the opponent who was part of it. Just two slashes, a split second, so fast. The fighter in the red uniform before him had already vanished, losing. Two fighters in uniform were equally flabbergasted. They gave me merciless firing cues.

I crossed my arms, forming a shield. Like before, the bullet couldn't penetrate my shield. Falling apart on the floor. What about Deni? He was able to fend off the bullet with a sword, the bullet split in half. The sword accuracy is amazing. His blade could take the speed of a bullet, splitting it in half. The bullet fell more.

I looked towards Deni. That's amazing, Den.

Deni smiled, he succeeded. We managed to bring out the sword, but our mission is not yet complete. I tried to walk while sheltering in a shield, approaching where the bullets were thrown. One of my hands took a punch, stronger. Suddenly, the bullet that hit me from the front stopped. All the fighters in front of me bounced, disappeared. I don't know if it was stronger than when I was on the ground floor or the same.

While Deni, he did the same way as me. Walking closer towards the origin of the bullet, his hand nimblely played the sword, very fast. I didn't even expect Deni to be as deft as in a game. As the fighters who were shooting at it were within his range, Deni moved quickly, his body becoming invisible. He aimed at the end of the line of fighters to the other end of the line. In less than a second, the bullets that hit him came to a halt. Instantly out an elongated light, the effect of Deni's slash. All the fighters vanished without a trace.

Not finished. There are still two more stage-fighters. They were preparing to attack.

I'm hanging out with Deni.

“That's cool, Den.” I immediately praised him. The one praised only shrugged his shoulders. Whose idea was this? That's meaning. Smiling satisfied.

One-on-one fights are back. Deni deftly plays the sword, while I fight each other blows. Deni showed off his abilities again. A fierce slash came out from the swing of his sword, whereas the distance with the opponent was five meters adrift. The fighter in the red uniform suddenly bounced, falling exposed to the slash. His body disappeared, disappeared. I was surprised to see it. How come? But I don't have time to think about it, my opponent in front has already darted attacking. Two blows with a loud bang again occurred. Make a ringing sound that pops the ears. I can't linger here. I have to finish it.

Concentrate, I need to be more concentrated. Gather more energy, focusing it on a single blow. The pretentious fighter in front of me had already come back to attack. Let go of a blow. I greeted him with the same punch. But excellence is on my side. I don't know, I don't know. My punch looks louder than before. The two colliding blows made a noise again, the fist of the fighter in the red uniform was powerless to withstand my blow. His hand was crushed, continuing to seep up to the wrist, until his entire body was destroyed. Everything that stood in the way on this floor was finally removed.

I walked closer to Deni.

“How did you do that? Slashing hundreds of people at once?” I was astonished by Deni, his ability is amazing.

“It looks like my sword is mimicking the way your punch works, Jon. Utilizing wind pressure.” Deni answered steadily.

“Hey, how about Sem?” Oh, my God, why did I just remember.

Deni and I ran towards the hole plastered on the second floor wall, trying to see Deni from above. Could the body have survived? With a floor this high? Plus the punch he received was very hard.

Luckily, Sem is okay. His body was hanging behind the wall. The bow saved him. The bowstring was stuck in one of the iron wires that protruded due to the hard blow of the fighter in red uniform earlier. Deni and I pulled the body.

“You all right, Sem?” I asked.

Sem nodded. Not answering.

“Looks like your plan went successfully, Den.” Sem looked at Deni, smiling.

“I don't think that's a good plan, Sem. Because of my plan you almost disappeared from this game. I'm sorry about that.” Deni looks sorry.

Shem raised a hand. “No problem, Den. That's my job.” She stood up, stood up. “Alright, stay one floor.”

We both nodded. Prepare for the last floor.