Chapter 333: Leonel Morales (2/2)

After a while, Leonel's cold demeanor faded into a grin.

”Uncle Montez, I need a ride.”

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At that moment, a familiar island was surrounded by a depressing gloom. This island was none other than the very one the Slayer Legion had found the Camelot Zone on. However, compared to the past, it looked much different.

Raging winds and violent storms had taken hold of the island. The thick trees swayed wildly from side to side, their green leaves flying in every which direction. The ground was soaked completely through, turning the endless greenery into a marsh land that was more reminiscent of a rice farm than a forest. Up above, black clouds rolled and rumbled flashing with vicious arcs of lightning.

The shores of the island were a complete mess. The ocean looked like a dense expanse of black, huge waves crashing and rolling onto the sides of the island as though threatening to swallow it whole.

It was on this very island and in these very conditions that a fiery argument was taking place.

”Do you think that I, Hacker Hutch, am a push over?”

Hutch stood with a rusted blade, his seemingly old and frail frame standing tall beneath the rushing winds and heavy rain. Under the dark skies, he seemed like a sheathed blade ready to unleash at any moment.

”Hutch, I suggest you put the blade away.”

A man whose momentum seemed no less than Hutch stood opposing him. Monet and Violet Rain had already exited, but judging by the fact no others had come with them, it was clear that everyone else had died.

However, according to these women, Leonel was just fine.

Hutch had stormed to this place the moment he heard about the actions Monet took behind his back that day. But, by then, they had already long since entered the Zone so he could only wait.

Unfortunately, his movements had alerted others. And, this matter only blew up further after it was found out that several promising geniuses and Commanders had died within the Zone, one of which actually personally died at Leonel's hand.

On the sidelines, Badger stood with reddened eyes, the rain soaking him all the way through. When he heard that Mayfly had died, it hit him like a ton of bricks. Any hatred he held for not being allowed to enter the Zone had been transferred toward his hatred for Leonel. He wanted nothing more than to rip him limb from limb.

”Oh? And are you going to take my blade from me, Catris? Come and take it!”

Catris' face darkened. His standing was no less than Hutch's, a retired Supreme. So, why would he fear him?

”I think it's best you think about your next steps carefully.” Catris practically growled, his figure seemingly growing by a size beneath his billowing aura. ”Others are already dissatisfied with you. Do you think you can just boot an appointed Supreme from their position just because you feel like it? Did you already forget what happened all those years ago?”

Hutch's aura sharpened and he sneered a toothy grin.

”It seems that my machete hasn't tasted blood in so long that some people really think they can talk to me however it is they want. I'll let you choose. Would you rather lose your left or right arm? Or would you prefer to lose a leg?”

Hutch's blood thirsty aura caused those spectating members of the Slayer Legion who had been tasked with protecting the island to feel as though their blood had frozen over.

It was then that the whirring of the Zone suddenly caught everyone's attention.

At that moment, a teenage boy dressed in rags stepped out, his bronze hair becoming practically the only light in this dark atmosphere.

The boy yawned. He seemed to genuinely be tired and couldn't be bothered by what was happening around him.

When he wiped the tears from his eyes enough to clear his vision, he saw that he had been surrounded.

”Oh? Hey, old man.”

The boy smiled.

Who else could it be if not Leonel Morales?