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As soon as Death Extremity entered the scene, the entire Watchtower shook violently, with black and white lights constantly clashing, causing even the space above to twist slightly!
At that moment, an ancient chant echoed from the base of the lighthouse. Deer Lion Dog simultaneously recited an obscure incantation, and streams of crimson light spread out from beneath their feet, dispersing and gathering, quickly connecting three stone tablets to form a massive hexagram pattern. Meanwhile, the two extreme forces were forcibly separated with a loud bang; the Holy extreme remained entrenched in the vortex, while Death Extremity continued to unfurl, its black-purple light squeezing into that swirling mass!
The two extremes stabilized within the vortex, and now it was Garen's turn.
"Are you ready?" Yasthia asked with some concern.
"Absolutely," Garen replied, taking a deep breath. He opened a small vent on the Storm Fighting Canister, and a surge of Fighting Spirit instantly filled Qi Xuan, crashing against the level 12 Fighting Spirit.
Yasthia said seriously, "I must remind you that once you enter before the lighthouse completes its operation, you cannot step back even once. Otherwise, it will cause an imbalance of power, and as for the consequences... I believe you know!"
The Watchtower bore three extreme powers along with a multitude of complex and profound magical arrays. If there was an imbalance in power, the result would undoubtedly be destruction, potentially dragging Garen himself into it.
"Don't worry; I won't take a single step back!" Garen joked, and at that moment, a tremendous roar erupted from within his body as his Qi Xuan broke through the level 12 barrier.
In that instant of advancement, the storm of Fighting Spirit surged again within Garen's Qi Xuan, propelling him directly to the peak state of First Level!
Standing in the center of the third stone tablet, Garen felt an intense heat radiating from beneath his feet, instantly sweeping through his entire body. Without hesitation, he harnessed the Fighting Spirit within him and infused it into the stone tablet...
This process was exceedingly long and consumed a significant amount of Fighting Spirit, but fortunately, with the Storm Fighting Canister providing sustenance, Garen had no worries.
Gradually, a phantom of a giant sword appeared above Garen's head, while above the Watchtower, another section of golden-green emerged in the vortex. Three different powers coexisted; even a slight friction could trigger an explosion. However, under the balance of the magical array, the three extremes stabilized at last!
As everyone gazed at this scene above them in awe, some even bowed reverently, treating it as a divine miracle and praying for blessings from the gods...
Yet no one noticed a stranger among the crowd. He paid no attention to the operation of the Watchtower, instead focusing on those around him. After surveying them back and forth, his gaze settled on a young girl.
Then...
"Bang!"
The young girl had her throat slit, and blood gushed out from her severed veins, splattering onto many people around her!
"Someone's dead... someone's dead!" A woman screamed in horror as she saw the blood on her hands.
"This is... blood! This is blood!"
"There's been a murder! Someone's been killed!"
...
The crowd immediately fell into panic. Listening to the screams, Leopard found them quite pleasant, at least much more lively than the cheers from the Fighting Arena.
At that moment, a serious voice rang out.
"Everyone, be quiet! Quiet!" Black Duncan strode forward, gripping his sword tightly, followed by a large number of guards. "Stand guard! Don't let anyone escape!"
Not only Black Duncan, but Dachi and numerous nobles also rushed over with their guards. The expressions on their faces were extremely grim. They had come to assist Garen in maintaining order, and now a murder had occurred right under their noses—this was absolutely intolerable!
Moreover, Garen's reputation in Blackstone Town had reached astonishing heights. To disrupt Garen's territory here was no different from slapping each of them in the face!
Black Duncan narrowed his eyes, carefully observing everyone.
"Bang!" Suddenly, a middle-aged man collapsed to the ground, a gruesome gash across his neck, blood pouring out!
Another one was dead!
"That's him!" Black Duncan suddenly raised his hand, pointing at the stranger in the crowd. "Everyone, go after him! Remember, don't hurt each other!"
At Black Duncan's command, the crowd scattered in all directions, leaving only Leopard standing his ground. He licked the blood off his blade, completely indifferent to the guards closing in on him.
"A bunch of trash..." Leopard scoffed impatiently. No matter how one looked at it, he was a newly emerged powerhouse from the Iron Battle Arena. He had no interest in these guards with only level three or four Fighting Spirit.
However, he dared not defy that woman's orders. Besides, it was entirely thanks to her that he had significantly improved his strength.
With a whoosh! Leopard suddenly plunged into the guards, unleashing an astonishing level eleven Fighting Spirit that instantly knocked over the two nearest guards. His silver dagger spun rapidly, slicing through the throats of seven or eight men in the blink of an eye!
His movements were not flashy but incredibly powerful. It was evident that he was a master of combat; each elbow strike, knee thrust, and shoulder charge effortlessly shattered his opponents' bones, delivering lethal blows with every attack!
Before long, the guards began to lose their footing as more and more bodies fell to the ground. The remaining guards grew increasingly tense and fearful. This was not their fault; if they were fighting on equal terms, even if it meant risking death, they could accept it. But this strange man before them was like a human weapon, rampaging through them with wild abandon. Every attack they made was utterly ineffective; they couldn't even leave a scratch on him!
As body after body collapsed onto the ground, panic set in among the guards as they retreated... Meanwhile, Leopard delightedly played his deadly game, looking at the retreating guards with contempt in his eyes.
What a bunch of useless fools! In a real battle, they would never back down. All the opponents Leopard faced in the Fighting Arena would never show such cowardice, even when he beat them to death. Therefore, their actions only served to deepen his disdain.
"Get out of my way!" A fierce roar echoed as Black Duncan charged forward with a longsword in hand.
Leopard paused for a moment; this guy who looked like a commander was different from these useless guards and even had a level six Fighting Spirit. But what did that matter?
With a bang! Black Duncan was kicked away, crashing through three or four large trees!
"Too weak, too weak... Can't you produce even one decent fighter?" Leopard shook his head and continued toward the guards.
"Stranger... this is not a place for you!" A hoarse voice called out as Black Duncan struggled to rise from the bushes, blood spilling from his mouth as he charged forward once more.
Bang! Leopard flipped and stomped down on Black Duncan, pinning him to the ground with a series of loud thuds.
"You're overestimating yourself."
Leopard let out a light snort, just about to take another step when he realized that his left foot was firmly held by Black Duncan.
"You'll regret this..." Black Duncan's face was smeared with blood, his voice shaky.
"Regret?" Leopard showed a hint of interest, crouching down and feigning distress. "But there aren't even any formidable characters here; I doubt I'll have much to regret."
Images of Garen, Sharg, Tifet, and others flashed through Black Duncan's mind, and he grinned, revealing his blood-stained teeth as he let out a low, cold laugh.
"Bang!"
Unfortunately for him, before he could say anything more, Leopard's fist crashed into his spine with a sickening crack!
Black Duncan was dead.
This simple man who had devoted his life to the town fell victim to the enemy's brutal punch.
This time, even the healing mages couldn't bring him back.
Leopard kicked Black Duncan's lifeless body aside and continued toward the guards. A few drops of blood splattered on his face, making him look particularly fierce and terrifying. As they gazed upon this visage of death, the guards retreated further, their fighting spirit crushed.
At that moment, a youthful voice rang out.
"Stop right there!"
On the other side, Dostodoro and others had gathered together, glaring angrily at Leopard.
With a whoosh, a slender arrow shot through the air!
"Level 4 Fighting Spirit?" Leopard casually swatted away the arrow, only to discover that the archer was merely a child. He couldn't help but feel a bit surprised.
Then, an excited smile spread across his face.
It seemed that the child was only around ten years old, yet he had managed to reach the level of a Level 4 Fighting Spirit? Clearly, this could be considered a genius! The thought of crushing such talent in its cradle was thrilling!
"Rody! What are you doing? Get back! Right now!" Dachi shouted anxiously.
The Newbies exchanged glances, each seeing fear reflected in the other's eyes. Clearly, Leopard's earlier slaughter had left a deep impression on them, yet none took a step back.
Bravery? They had learned that long ago!
From the moment they began cultivating their Fighting Spirit, they had become warriors, and warriors were destined to fight for those who could not! There were no distinctions of friend or foe, no age gaps—only life and death! Only victory or defeat!
Among the ten students of the Rookie Class, not a single one took a step back!
In fact, it was the group of guards who fell silent. Yes, the enemy was indeed powerful, but if even a group of children could muster the courage to face them, how could they continue to retreat?
What kind of courage did it take to be prepared to die at any moment?
At that moment, the guards all thought of Black Duncan. They all witnessed the strength of their enemy together, yet there were some who could step forward when most others faltered, unafraid of death even when they knew it awaited them!
"Outsider, turn around! Your opponent is us!" one guard shouted sternly.
"I'll show you what happens when you step on the captain's back!"
"Brothers, it's time to strike!" A guard drew his sword and rushed forward.
Behind him, one by one, the guards charged at Leopard like beasts.
The strength of the enemy was evident to all.
But this could never be a reason to retreat!
People often refer to an easy victory as a crushing defeat, while a stalemate is called a fierce battle!
Besides these, there is another type known as a desperate struggle!
Perhaps this desperate struggle would be no different from the previous one, still crushed and even slaughtered by the Mysterious Strongman, but one thing was certain: this time, they would not take a single step back!
Leopard sensed the fighting spirit emanating from the group of guards, and even he felt surprised. But soon, he calmed himself and began to slit their throats one by one with his dagger.
“Awoo!”
Suddenly!
A tall figure burst forth from the distant forest, its fur like steel needles and claws like sharp knives, each step it took resonating with deafening thuds!
A Humanoid Wolf pounced on Leopard, pinning him to the ground!
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