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Her companion’s expression changed slightly; he had a bad feeling about what was about to happen.

But there was no time for them to react. The werewolf, his body seething with blood energy, had already appeared right before them.

“Smack, smack, smack, smack!”

Waves of explosive air filled the atmosphere, the deafening sound resounded in their ears.

When a gust of wind brushed past his face, Leonard Churchill found it extremely exhilarating.

Hitherto, his Floating Kicks could barely manage two or three steps, but after progressing to Air Skill Master, his Curse Power flowing through his veins increased several folds.

Now he could hover in midair and deliver more than a dozen kicks in a row. This alone was enough for him to dart in short distances like a gust of wind! The adrenal surge caused by his excitement rendered his muscles empowered – his speed surged several times again.

The one-armed God Thief who had been chasing him relentlessly saw this and his face turned even paler. Grinding his teeth, he disregarded his injury, red fog grew around his body as his speed also surged to catch up.

Seeing this with his peripheral vision, Leonard Churchill sneered, “Blood Burning Secret Skill?”

So it had become a do or die situation. Now it’s interesting.

Just in the blink of an eye, Leonard Churchill swirled around, and with his werewolf claw, he batted away the dagger.

Without decreasing his speed, he charged at the two Curse Witches in front of him.

“Crash!”

It was like a train wreck, filled with the sound of bones and flesh breaking, and two figures flew out like cannonballs.

One of the Curse Witches had already been gravely injured by the backlash.

With an added collision, she felt like her spirit was leaving her body.

She tried to struggle, but her Hexagram Array was destroyed beneath her. Her spirit got extracted from her body, which was then swallowed by the ghost-like monster she had summoned.

The Second Tier Curse Witch in the air, had her eyes roll back, she died instantly!

The other Dual-Stick Weapon Master’s arms made a cracking sound. The holding stick’s arm bones shattered into pieces.

The kind of piercing pain caused by bone fragments entering the flesh left him without any reaction, and a foul blood stained with organ fragments spewed out.

Usually, the elites of the X Bureau, even if they were only First Tier, against a common Second Tier, would have had fair chances of winning.

Too bad, their opponent was Leonard Churchill.

Never had he imagined that the werewolf in front of him would not blink an

eye and just crashed into his sharp dual-stick.

The result became evident within moments.

One dead and one gravely injured!

The one-armed God Thief watched with bloodshot eyes, but it was too late for him to mourn.

If he doesn’t leave now, he too will be stuck in a desperate situation.

Leonard Churchill watched as the thief hastily retreated and he let out a cold smile.

He pulled out the two short sticks embedded nearly a foot deep into his back and tossed them into his Storage Ring.

A green light enveloped his wound and in seconds it was healed almost completely.

He didn’t pay any attention to the guy hidden in the fog, instead he killed the previously gravely injured Black Knight who was unconscious, and took the spoils of war.

Then he walked away nonchalantly. On a demolished wall, he extracted the spoils from the Curse Witch’s corpse embedded in it.

Seeing Leonard Churchill so brazenly taking the spoils of war from his teammates, the one-armed Third Order Card Master hidden in the fog gritted his teeth.

Leonard Churchill was in no rush.

He needed a little time to recover.

Moreover, what interested him more was, would that guy come out to rescue his last companion? Or wouldn’t he?

If he does, he will surely meet his doom this time.

Tsk, tsk…

Leonard Churchill was rather curious

The choices made in a crisis of humanity were quite intriguing indeed.

With these thoughts in mind, he proceeded towards the Weapon Master whose chest was soaked in blood and had a look of despair on his face.

When he was approximately two meters away, Leonard Churchill stopped.

Looking at the desperate face in front of him, he smiled.

So young, seems like a recent exceptional graduate from Federation University.

Life is so fragile, isn’t it…

Leonard Churchill tilted his head and admired the fear in the enemy’s eyes, which seemed to offer him an odd pleasure.

These brief moments seemed to be the longest in their lives.

At least for the severely injured man in front of him, and the one hiding in the fog, that’s how it felt.

Their every breath, seemed like their last breath.

“Aren’t you making your move yet…”

After watching for a few moments, the sneer on Leonard Churchill’s face turned numb.

If you are not coming out, then time for you to die.

He raised his foot, ready to stomp down!

Just then, a sudden “whoosh”. A figure darted out from the shadows in the fog.

The leader finally made a move.

With four out of the five members of their team gone, even if it meant his death, he was not willing to flee alone!

“Not bad.”

Seeing this, Leonard Churchill raised his eyebrows slightly, a glint of admiration passed his eyes.

Enemies are just people on different sides after all.

But that doesn’t prevent him from considering this guy pretty good.

So, the best respect would be to let you die with dignity!

Hearing the movements behind him, Leonard Churchill intentionally paused his leg that he was about to stomp down, instead he swirled around and kicked.

A muffled sound of “thud”, as if a sandbag being kicked.

The God Thief also managed to take it.

But after all, he had only one arm left, this kick that landed on him felt like a steel whip, so he could not help but spit a mouthful of blood.

Leonard Churchill didn’t care about the injured man on the ground.

As long as this guy doesn’t die, the thief wouldn’t escape.

Now that there were no others around, he could focus on dealing with this Third Order Card Master!