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Chapter 502
“Hmph!”
Andrius grunted and performed a roundhouse kick.
Cyclops was on the defensive side and did not expect Andrius to suddenly change his blows into a kick. The sudden shift forced him to take the kick’s full force.
Bang!
The powerful kick sent him sliding backward. He slid for seven to eight steps before he regained his
balance.
While Cyclops was sliding back, Andrius landed his feet on a tree by the side and launched himself forward, throwing a punch at the invader.
The power of the punch was unmatched. It caught Cyclops off guard and managed to land on his chest.
The overwhelming power sent Cyclops flying away like a ragdoll.
Splat!
A bloody arch was drawn in the air, adding a sense of horror to the dark night.
“Any idea how you’d like to die yet?” Andrius walked over to Cyclops calmly.
“Die?” Cyclops wiped the blood off his lips and glared at Andrius. He grinned and said, “Wolf King. O‘ Wolf King. You really think I came here alone?”
Following his words, hurried footsteps came from all over the place.
Swoosh!
Andrius looked around and spotted more than a dozen assassins in the area. Each of them looked buff and tall, seeming to be veterans of the martial arts world. All of them had a mask on to veil their true identity, and they were all armed.
Dagger, knives, and sickle.
To normal people, guns were usually more effective and deadly than knives and daggers, but to martial art experts, knives could be deadlier.
“Them? You expect them to hunt me down?” Andrius looked at Cyclops scornfully and contemptuously as if he was some caveman. He did not feel threatened at all.
Back in the Western Frontline, he had faced all kinds of life–threatening scenarios, yet he overcame all of them to ascend to the title of Wolf King.
“How dare you?!”
“Wolf King, today will be your last!”
“Wolf King, your legend ends today!”
“Kill him!”
Before Cyclops even gave the order, the other assassins were infuriated by Andrius‘ arrogance. They all dashed towards him angrily.
Swoosh!
Glares from the knives and daggers lit up the nameless valley.
The eerie place was instantly flooded with a murderous and solemn atmosphere. Even the crescent moon glared ominously, making everything look bleak.
“You guys have a death wish,” Andrius grunted before he threw himself at the bunch of assassins.
His first punch landed on the wrist of the first assassin, disarming his dagger. His second punch landed on the assassin’s leg before he reached out to the disarmed dagger in the air.
With the dagger in hand, Andrius became a specter that reaped lives silently. The blade of the dagger flashed red whenever it took a life.
The assassins fell to the ground one after another, losing not only their capabilities to continue to fight but also their lives.
In just a few rounds, most of them were killed. Those who survived were crippled for life as well.
Cyclops was hoping to deliver the fatal blow when his men lowered Andrius‘ defense, but Andrius‘ viciousness had surpassed his imagination.
Andrius single–handedly defeated a bunch of murderous assassins without even giving Cyclops the chance to seize the moment.
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