In an instant, Leon Chen leapt onto the rooftop, his hand slicing through the air like a knife aimed directly at Damien.
Damien swung his gun, firing five lead bullets in succession. At the same time, he lunged forward, pulling out a dazzling silver blade from his military boot.
The combination of the bullet assault and blade attack was seamless and flawless.
Damien wore a triumphant smile, convinced that if the young man before him was as extraordinary as he seemed, his only option would be to leap high. At that moment, Damien's true killing move would strike, capitalizing on this foolish action.
This tactic had already claimed the lives of countless seemingly excellent warriors.
Trained to make split-second decisions at high speeds, Leon immediately assessed the situation. He didn't leap high but instead charged forward in a way Damien hadn't anticipated, seemingly ignoring the incoming bullets and the silver blade.
The entire sequence occurred in less than a second.
Leon sidestepped with a sliding motion, weaving through the bullets like an eel through narrow gaps.
Damien's mouth hung open in astonishment. This kid was daring.
With a shout, Leon's fist drove into Damien's abdomen, and his elbow aimed for Damien's chin.
Crack!
Damien fell from the rooftop.
He still had some fight left in him!
Leon launched himself again.
A blinding light flashed.
A silver curved blade sliced through the air like an arrow, and Leon didn't dodge but brushed past it.
Damien was about to raise his gun when the youthful face he had underestimated was right in front of him.
The black eyes that seemed more battle-hardened than his own were unfathomable on a student.
Leon's left arm swung like a bowstring, landing a heavy blow on Damien's chest.
Like a thousand-pound sledgehammer, Damien was sent flying over ten meters, crashing through a wall.
The law of survival in battle is speed! Leon's series of fierce attacks took less than five seconds.
"Heh," a pained laugh escaped Damien as he slowly stood up.
Leon was a bit surprised that Damien could still stand.
"It's been a long time since I've encountered such an interesting opponent. You must be…" he wiped the blood from his mouth, but before he could finish, Leon's leg axe was already in front of him.
Damn it, can't you let me finish talking? Damien cursed inwardly, irritated by Leon's relentless style. Despite his rich experience and having killed hundreds, Leon had exceeded his expectations. Yet, as a self-proclaimed Fourth Dimensional Warrior, Damien quickly adapted.
He raised his shoulder to block Leon's axe-like kick, grabbed his leg, and with a laugh, swung Leon in a wide arc, throwing him away.
Pain!
Leon crashed through the floor.
The pain made him sluggish for a second, but for Damien, a second was enough to lift the skirt of victory's goddess.
He pulled out another silver pistol, and within seconds, fired over ten bullets, each one calculated to seal Leon's escape routes.
By the time Leon reacted, the bullets were already in front of him, and he noticed their unusual trajectories.
Humph!
The cold smile on Leon's lips puzzled Damien. Was this a final smile before death?
In a flash, Leon's actions made Damien shudder with a fear he'd never felt before.
Leon didn't do anything shocking; he merely punched the ground, causing fragments to rise just before the bullets reached him.
Bang bang bang!
The debris blocked all the bullets.
This guy!
Damien's eyes widened. Beyond imagination. He quickly leaped onto another rooftop. Leon's missed attack stopped. He knew it was futile to continue the chase.
"Who are you?" Damien, who had hunted countless powerful individuals for decades, was witnessing such agile reflexes for the first time. In Chinese terms, it was like a fleeting white horse.
To make such calm and terrifying decisions in the nick of time.
Such an opponent was very dangerous, extremely dangerous!
"Hmph, could you be one of China's legendary Royal Clan?" Damien tried to remain calm, not letting the boy gain the upper hand mentally.
Leon felt frustrated. Using dynamic vision and superhuman strength, he had exhausted all his abilities for the day. He realized Damien was no ordinary warrior; despite taking several blows, he seemed unaffected. Tonight's odds of victory were slim.
This had gone too far.
Damien had no clue about Leon's thoughts. Seeing him silent, he assumed Leon was acknowledging his words. If so, losing to him made sense, but...
Hunting royal clan would be fine too.
Damien's pupils transformed into a strange spiral, and a sonic boom erupted as he charged at Leon.
Impossible.
Leon was stunned to see his dynamic vision barely catching a glimpse of Damien's shadow. A suffocating force approached, and Leon felt his feet rooted to the ground.
Just as he was about to panic.
A bullet shot from the woods, perfectly intercepting Damien's path.
Damien halted, his spiral pupils seeming to swirl.
What happened next left Leon aghast.
The bullet hovered inches from Damien's forehead, caught by an almost tangible air current, spinning rapidly before shattering below Damien's eye.
Several more silent bullets followed, forcing Damien to abandon his attack on Leon.
"Indeed, a Spiritualist, but are you tired of living recklessly in Jingbei?" A mocking voice came from the darkness, followed by a girl with raised eyebrows and an even more sarcastic tone: "And by the way, my boyfriend is genuinely an ordinary person."
Three figures emerged from the surroundings, one of whom was Scarlett.
Her gaze on Damien was filled with killing intent. She had contacted Jingbei's family to deal with Damien, but this scoundrel dared to strike first. Bold indeed.
"Leon, are you okay?" Scarlett sighed in relief.
Leon glanced at himself, then at Damien, feeling a chill down his spine.
Strange, no sign of any parasitic power, yet what just happened was too exaggerated.
"What is he?" Leon took a deep breath.
Scarlett's eyes flashed with admiration. For an ordinary person to remain composed in such a situation, Leon was indeed extraordinary. "It's a long story. Basically, he's a Spiritualist."
The men and women with Scarlett formed a triangle, encircling Damien, their gazes as cold as ice.
"Yes, I am a Spiritualist." Damien licked his lips, baring his teeth in a grin. "Knowing my identity and remaining so calm, you must be the 'Eastern Royal Clan' of legend."
"Eastern Royal Clan? Who knows," Scarlett shrugged, smiling sweetly before her figure vanished.
Leon was too tired to be surprised anymore.
Scarlett's slender body moved with the grace of a butterfly, her steps as swift as lightning, resembling a meteor shower across a chessboard, each move intricate.
Damien rushed at her.
With a flick, she dodged Damien's attack, getting close to him. Her wrists struck out, while her companions fired bullets in sync, her punch landing with elegance.
Damien hadn't anticipated Scarlett's attacks to be so bizarre, taking a hit and stumbling back.
Effortlessly turning, Scarlett continued her assault, bullets tracing arcs to complement her mysterious technique. Damien lunged at her, nearly grazing the ground, creating a perfect arc, his right palm striking the ground to propel himself into attack range.
A sweep, a leg strike, followed by a mid-air spin. Another leg sweep followed. Damien regained his usual fluidity and ferocity, his eyes emitting a cold gleam like a beast.
Damien's fierce attacks showed no restraint.
Scarlett's long legs executed a series of swift moves, escaping Damien's grasp. Her agile maneuvers caught him off guard.
Each of Scarlett's moves seemed independent but interconnected. One successful strike led to a relentless assault, her footwork exceptionally unique, with each step linking seamlessly. Her continuous combination punches left Damien feeling helpless, like sinking into the deep sea.
Leon watched Scarlett's elegant yet fierce attacks with admiration.
It was pure art.
A tearing sound pierced the night.
Damien's pupils spiraled again, generating visible ripples around him.
Scarlett, aware of the danger, retreated with a playful smile.
"Is that all the 'Northern Spiritualists' are capable of?"
"Shall we end this?" Damien feigned a flattering smile, clearly terrified.
Scarlett's innocent smile turned cold, uttering three chilling words.
"Kill him!"
Damien's pupils contracted, and he quickly turned to flee, with Scarlett's companions in pursuit.
Scarlett didn't chase him. She turned back, looking at Leon.
Inhuman.
Leon shook his head, speechless. If not for his dynamic vision, who knows what that phantom speed had done. He now looked at Scarlett with a mixture of awe and fear.
Watching the girl bounce towards him with a smile, Leon's heart pounded.
This is truly a wolf in sheep's clothing.
A few seconds later, Scarlett stood before Leon, their noses nearly touching.
"Scarlett, do you mind telling me what's going on?" Leon asked.
Scarlett smiled, standing on tiptoe and unexpectedly kissed his questioning lips. The soft touch, the girl's fragrance, spread a bewildering scent.
Forget her...
Scarlett's gentle voice echoed in Leon's mind.