Chapter 139: Sasaki Kojiro
The chapel's heavy wooden doors slowly creaked open.
The dull grinding sound echoed through the deathly silent night sky.
A tall, slender figure emerged from the chapel, stepping over rubble and debris scattered across the ground.
In that instant, everyone froze—the maniacally laughing Sawyer, the rage-filled Wayne, the silver-haired assassin locked in combat, and the Knights of the Round Table—all stopped mid-motion, their eyes riveted on the open chapel doors.
Under the horrified stares of everyone present.
Leo casually brushed dust from his clothes while surveying the battlefield on the small hill.
Dead silence.
Only the howling wind broke the stillness.
"No... impossible!!"
On the hill, Sawyer's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. "How is he still alive? Where's the Arbiter? Where the hell is that monster Kyle?"
Wayne looked as if he'd been struck by lightning, his entire body shaking uncontrollably.
Others might not know how terrifying Kyle was, but Wayne knew all too well!
That man was an absolute beast who could take a general's head from the midst of thousands of soldiers!
Yet now, Leo walked out without a scratch, while Kyle was nowhere to be seen.
The answer was obvious.
"Kyle... lost! The first generation Blood-Pit Executioner—dead at his hands!" Wayne's desperate roar rang out, as if his entire belief system had shattered.
If even a monster like Kyle had been silently eliminated, what were these ordinary armed elites compared to that?
"A devil... he's a devil!"
The remaining Gray Cloaks assassins and Rothschild family bodyguards had already been rattled by Ivy and the others' slaughter.
Now, seeing Leo emerge like a true god descending, their psychological defenses completely collapsed.
"Run!"
Someone screamed in terror. These elite fighters who usually carried themselves with such arrogance now abandoned even their weapons, fleeing frantically in all directions!
Watching Leo walk from the ruins like a deity.
"I knew it. There's no way anyone in this world could stop Reaper."
Ivy licked her lips, her azure eyes filled with worship, completely disregarding the wounds still bleeding on her body.
Serafina lazily swept back her hair, laughing seductively with endless charm. "What a disappointment for these country bumpkins who've never seen the real world. Our king is invincible."
Charlotte remained silent, but her cold, stunning emerald eyes gleamed with intense pride and devotion.
This was the man they'd sworn to follow to the death!
Facing the three women's praise and the fleeing ants around him, Leo didn't waste a single word.
His deep eyes locked onto his prey like the Grim Reaper himself, completely ignoring the scattered soldiers, focusing entirely on the silver-haired assassin who'd nearly killed Ivy!
"Touch my woman? Death wish."
Leo exhaled smoke, and his figure vanished from where he stood!
So fast!
The silver-haired assassin's pupils contracted sharply. His top-tier killer instincts screamed of unprecedented mortal danger.
He had no time to pursue Ivy. Whipping around, he channeled every ounce of strength into his transparent short sword, creating an impenetrable net of deadly blade work aimed at the charging Leo!
"Die!" the silver-haired assassin roared hysterically.
However, before absolute power, all fancy techniques were futile.
Leo didn't dodge or evade. His right fist, carrying devastating force, completely ignored the storm of blade shadows and thundered forward!
Crack!
A sharp snap!
The transparent short sword shattered like glass under Leo's iron fist!
But that wasn't all!
Leo's terrifying punch didn't lose momentum—it slammed directly into the silver-haired assassin's chest with overwhelming force!
BOOM!
Blood and flesh exploded!
The silver-haired assassin's back burst into a cloud of blood mist. Leo's fist had punched clean through his chest!
The silver-haired assassin looked down blankly at the gaping hole in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
Then his head lolled to the side. Dead on the spot!
One punch. Instant kill!
Seeing this, the Fifth Knight Gareth—who'd been fighting Olivia and Charlotte—nearly jumped out of his skin with terror.
That silver-haired assassin's skills weren't inferior to his own, yet he couldn't withstand even one of Leo's moves!
Run! He had to run!
Gareth completely abandoned any sense of knightly dignity. The moment Leo struck, he dropped his meteor hammer, transformed into a silver blur, and fled madly toward the distant forest!
"Think you can leave?"
Leo casually discarded the silver-haired assassin's corpse like trash, his deep eyes instantly locking onto the fleeing Gareth.
Whoosh!
Leo shot into the air like a black cannonball, his speed several times faster than Gareth's head start!
Just as Gareth was about to disappear into the forest.
A massive black shadow suddenly appeared above him!
"No!!!" Gareth looked up in absolute horror.
From above, Leo's right leg descended like a heaven-splitting axe, tearing through the air with a sonic boom!
BANG!
The axe-kick strike landed squarely on Gareth's back!
CRACK!
The Fifth Knight—whose name shook all of Europe—didn't even get to scream. His entire body was driven several feet into the frozen earth, crushed into meat paste, utterly dead!
Dead silence across the battlefield!
Through the wind and snow, Leo stood proud.
He slowly turned around, his emotionless deep eyes locking onto Sawyer and Wayne on the hill from afar.
"Now. Your turn." Leo's voice rang out like a death knell from hell.
"Stop him! Stop him now!!"
Seeing Leo's gaze—the way one looks at a corpse—Sawyer completely lost it!
Like a madman, he shoved the few remaining bodyguards around him. "Shoot! Stop this monster! I need to get out of here!"
He turned to scramble into the armored car parked behind him.
However, before he could take two steps.
Somehow, the high ground and escape routes had been completely sealed off by countless gunmen in black tactical gear!
Olivia's cold voice echoed across the hill through a megaphone. "Shadow Squad has completed full lockdown. Move again, and we blow your heads off."
Sawyer's body instantly froze. Cold sweat soaked through his expensive shirt.
Only then did he realize in despair—he was prey caught in Reaper's web!
"Can't escape... we can't escape..." Sawyer's face turned ashen. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees in the snow.
However, Wayne's eyes flashed with extreme, vicious madness.
"Leo, you're strong! But do you think the Gray Cloaks only have this much?"
Wayne roared hysterically into the surroundings. "Please, make your move! Kill him!"
The instant Wayne's words fell.
Through the swirling snow, an extremely cold killing intent suddenly descended!
Shiiiing!
An exceptionally clear, long sword cry pierced the silent night sky.
Under everyone's watchful eyes.
A man wearing traditional pure-black haori and wooden geta slowly walked up the hill through the wind and snow.
At his waist hung a long, exceptionally sinister Japanese katana.
"Ninth-generation heir of Musashi Miyamoto..."
The man's narrow eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty coldness. "The strongest swordmaster of the Yamaguchi-gumi—Sasaki Kojiro."
"Quit yapping!"
Before the self-proclaimed Sasaki Kojiro could finish striking his pose, the hot-tempered Ivy coldly sneered.
She didn't even spare him a glance. Raising her custom silenced pistol, she fired without hesitation at his forehead!
Bang!
The custom armor-piercing round tore through wind and snow, hurtling forward with lethal kinetic energy!
However, facing this sudden cold shot, Sasaki Kojiro didn't even blink.
Flash!
A blinding silver-white blade flash streaked through the night like lightning!
He drew, slashed, and sheathed in one fluid motion—so fast it left afterimages in the air!
A crisp metallic clang.
The armor-piercing round—capable of punching through steel plates—was sliced clean in half.
"What?"
Even the well-traveled Ivy, Serafina, and Charlotte couldn't hide the intense shock in their beautiful eyes.
Drawing a blade to slice a bullet!
This superhuman neural reaction speed and precision—something that only existed in exaggerated movies—had just appeared right before their eyes!
Even the perpetually expressionless Olivia tightened her grip on her combat knife, her gaze becoming unprecedentedly grave.