Chapter 150: Fight to the Death
Cadoc's twin blades became a black whirlwind of death, slashing straight for Leo's throat!
The Fifth Knight, wielding a war hammer, charged from the side like an enraged rhino, his terrifying power seeming to tear through space itself!
Meanwhile, the Seventh Knight, gripping a steel-reinforced whip, circled like a venomous viper along the edges, waiting for the perfect opening to deliver a fatal strike.
"I'll handle them."
Leo casually stripped off his black trench coat and fearlessly met the coordinated assault of these three elite knights head-on.
"The rest of the trash? You deal with them."
"Yes, sir."
Ivy let out a charming laugh, her azure eyes instantly transforming into icy, emotionless pits.
The crimson claw blades in her hands danced between her fingertips as she lunged directly at the remaining six knights.
Serafina gave her long, slender legs a shake, and sharp poisoned blades instantly sprang from the heels of her high heels.
Charlotte's face was cold as ice, the silver scalpels between her fingers becoming a meteor shower.
And Olivia, expressionless, drew two combat daggers and, along with several Shadow Squad elites, swept forward like black lightning.
The instant this chaotic battle fully erupted
Eugene, hiding in the rear, watched the situation spiral out of control. A flash of extreme malice crossed his cloudy old eyes.
Taking advantage of everyone's attention being focused on the battlefield, he silently retreated, slipping into a secret passage known only to successive family heads, going to retrieve the one trump card that could ensure mutual destruction for everyone.
Wayne and the remaining elders wanted to follow and escape, but despairingly discovered their escape route had been cut off.
Olivia stood before them like the Grim Reaper, her daggers dripping with vivid fresh blood.
"Gentlemen, your opponent is me." Olivia's voice carried not a trace of human emotion.
"Fight them to the death!" Wayne knew there was no retreat and could only hysterically draw his sidearm.
However, before the Shadow Squad—these true killing machines—these pampered elders were as laughable as infants just learning to walk.
At the center of the battlefield
Facing the devastating assault of the three great knights, Leo moved with leisurely confidence, effortlessly deflecting each lethal strike.
"Die!"
The Fifth Knight roared, his hundred-pound alloy war hammer creating sonic booms as it crashed down toward Leo's head!
Not only did Leo not retreat, but his form suddenly shifted to the side.
"BOOM!"
The hammer slammed into the hard marble floor, instantly creating a terrifying crater with debris flying everywhere!
Just as the Fifth Knight's old momentum was exhausted and new strength hadn't yet gathered
A flash of savage coldness crossed Leo's eyes. He stomped down hard on the hammer's handle, and his right fist shot out like a heavy armor-piercing round!
"CRACK!"
The punch landed squarely on the Fifth Knight's proud heavy-armored chest!
The Fifth Knight's tower-like body had its ribcage cave deeply inward in an instant.
His entire form flew backward over a dozen feet, smashing through a thick support column and reducing it to rubble. He spewed a massive mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs and died on the spot!
"Bastard!" The Seventh Knight, witnessing this, was scared out of his wits.
He flicked his steel-reinforced whip, trying to entangle Leo's legs and restrict his movement.
"Petty tricks."
Leo didn't even glance at it. He grabbed the barbed whip with his bare hand, letting the sharp barbs cut into his palm without even frowning.
"Get over here!"
Leo roared, his arm suddenly exerting force with a violent pull!
The Seventh Knight's burly body instantly lost balance, yanked by an irresistible, terrifying force straight toward Leo.
Mid-air, Leo's right leg rose like a heaven-splitting axe, carrying violent winds as it brutally kicked into the Seventh Knight's chest!
CRACK!
The Seventh Knight's ribs shattered one by one in that instant. He convulsed violently twice, then went completely still.
One punch!
One kick!
Two Round Table Knights with fearsome reputations across Europe's underworld were completely obliterated by Leo in this lightning-fast exchange, utterly crushed!
Meanwhile
Under the merciless assault of Ivy, Serafina, Charlotte, and Olivia, the remaining Round Table Knights also met their doom.
Ivy flickered like a phantom past one knight's greatsword, her crimson claw blade sweeping across his throat, creating an eerily beautiful fountain of blood.
Serafina's deadly legs, clamped around a mass of bloody, shattered bone, literally kicked another knight's head clean off his shoulders.
In less than three minutes
The Round Table Knights, supposedly the Gray Cloaks' greatest asset, were dead or dying, their dismembered limbs scattered everywhere.
Watching his comrades die before his eyes, Cadoc, the First Knight, turned blood-red with rage and descended into complete madness!
"Leo! I'll tear you to pieces!"
Cadoc let out a bestial howl and, taking advantage of the moment Leo had just kicked away the Seventh Knight with his back turned, silently closed in.
His two pitch-black curved blades, like poisoned fangs, carried extremely vicious killing intent as they stabbed directly toward Leo's vital heart!
This sneak attack was timed to absolute perfection!
However
Just as those blade tips were less than half an inch from Leo's heart—at this critical moment!
Leo, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, twisted his body at an angle that defied human biomechanics.
The two curved blades barely grazed the fabric of Leo's shirt as they stabbed empty air!
"What?" Cadoc's pupils contracted sharply, utterly horrified.
"Sneak attack? You're still too green for that."
Leo's lips curved into a cruel, cold smile as he clamped down on Cadoc's right wrist holding the blade.
A crisp sound—Leo crushed Cadoc's wrist bones with his bare hand!
"AAAHHH!"
Cadoc let out a heart-wrenching, agonized scream and collapsed heavily at Leo's feet, completely crippled.
At this point, all nine Knights that the Gray Cloaks took such pride in lay on the ground, completely annihilated!
And amid the rubble nearby, the once-arrogant Wayne was also being trampled underfoot by Olivia.
Covered in blood, limbs broken, he twitched feebly like a dying dog.
"Everyone stop! Or we all die together!!!"
Just as this bloody slaughter had barely subsided, a hysterical, broken scream suddenly exploded from the second-floor gallery.
Everyone looked up.
Eugene had somehow appeared at the control station on the second floor.
In his hand, he clutched a genuine red master remote control, his wrinkled old face completely twisted with extreme fear and madness.
"Leo! You can't win! You'll never win!"
Eugene's face was grotesque, like a gambler who'd lost everything. "Since you've destroyed the Gray Cloaks' centuries of foundation, then let's all go to hell together! As soon as I press this button, the five tons of C4 explosives buried underground will blast you all into ash!"
Facing this death threat capable of leveling the entire mountain—
Not only did Leo show no panic, he casually tossed aside the bloodied curved blade in his hand, pulled a cigar from his pocket, and slowly lit it amid the thick scent of blood in the air.
"Is that so?"
Leo exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke and looked up. "Then press it."
"Go ahead and press it. Let me see if the fireworks from five tons of C4 are really as spectacular as you claim."
Eugene froze.
This madman was actually daring him to detonate!
"You think I won't?! You think I'm bluffing?!"
Eugene felt an unprecedented humiliation and threw his head back with an extremely maniacal, miserable laugh. "Fine! Fine! Then let's all die together! For the glory of the Gray Cloaks!"
Accompanied by insane laughter, he didn't hesitate—he slammed down hard on the red detonation button in his hand.
The crisp sound of the button pressing echoed particularly clearly in the deathly silent council hall.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Time seemed to freeze in this moment.
However... the anticipated world-ending, all-consuming massive explosion never came.
In the hall, aside from the wounded's moans and the crackling of flames, there was nothing.
No explosion. No tremors. Not even a wisp of smoke.
The maniacal laughter frozen on Eugene's face stopped instantly, as if someone had hit pause, completely rigid on that old face.
He stared in disbelief, frantically pressing that red button with his thumb over and over.
No matter how hard he pressed, the remote showed no response.
Watching his clown-like, desperate movements, Ivy finally couldn't hold back and let out a mocking, delicate laugh.
Serafina and Charlotte made no effort to hide the contempt in their eyes, as if watching a buffoon's final performance.
"This... this is impossible!"
Eugene clutched the remote, screaming in despair. "How can there be no response? Why!"
"Why not?"
A gruff male voice suddenly rolled in from outside the shattered main doors of the council hall.
"Because all that junk you buried underground was dismantled clean long ago!"
Hearing this voice, familiar to his very bones, Eugene's entire body shook violently. Like he'd seen a ghost, he whipped his head around.
Through the swirling snow and ice, A man walked into the council hall with heavy, deliberate steps.