Chapter 14 - Chapter 14: Chapter 13 Extraordinary Power (Please follow!) (1/2)
Chapter 14: Chapter 13 Extraordinary Power (Please follow!)
Three jungle natives were very combat-conscious, axes in hand, as they coordinated their approach towards Lucius, fixating upon the superbly crafted sword in this man’s grasp.
Lucius tilted his head dismissively, utterly indifferent, and said with disdain:
“Dogs of the jungle, you can understand the language of Cyart people, can’t you?”
“How about you tell me some information about the Blood Cult? As far as I know, your people are scattered all over the East Coast, thousands upon thousands, yet you’ve never been united.”
He attempted to communicate but no one responded; the eyes of the three jungle natives burned only with intense and urgent hatred.
“Hey, if you don’t want to communicate, then forget it.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Lucius’s body suddenly lunged forward. Despite being clad in steel breastplate, his movement was astonishingly fast.
He always preferred to attack during the “dialogue phase.”
A thrust, a simple yet very practical move.
Lucius’s physical abilities were extraordinary, and the jungle natives saw only a blur before one of them was skewered through the chest by the long sword.
“Aaaarghhh!”
The other two jungle natives, having caught on to what happened, raised their axes in extreme anger and almost simultaneously charged at Lucius.
Lucius swiftly pulled out his blood-drenched sword and leaped several meters back with a forceful push of his legs, easily dodging the pincer attack.
The two jungle natives were momentarily confused, feeling like they were playing cat and mouse with an agile black cat, before fear started to swell within them.
Could this man possibly be an Extraordinary Exponent?
“Ha!”
Lucius charged again, his immense strength combined with his sharp sword brutally smashed through a neck bone, and a jungle native’s head went flying off.
The last jungle native turned to run but his thigh bone was shattered by the blade, and he fell to the ground, screaming in agony as he writhed and struggled.
The entire battle had taken less than ten seconds, and Lucius couldn’t help but laugh and reflect, “If it had been half a year ago, it might have been a tough fight indeed.”
All his senses, strength, speed, reactions, agility, and even his weapon and equipment had improved in every aspect. Things were no longer as they had been.
He didn’t even need to use the power of the protective runes to end the fight so easily.
Meanwhile.
Karl’s consciousness was silently observing everything. His spirit attached to Lucius’s body, he wanted to know further what the only adult man of the Fischer family would do next.
On the surface, Lucius seemed harmless, even likable to many, but in truth, he was a man with a ruthless heart and a heavy hand.
“Hey, don’t try to run away. I have a lot of things I want to ask you,” said Lucius, squatting beside the agony-writhing jungle native with a smile in his voice that teemed with primal, thick malice.
The surrounding atmosphere seemed to freeze, the jungle native shuddered all over, suddenly realizing that the man before him bore the blood of evil!
His smile was exactly that of a demon!
In the impoverished East City District of Nasir Town, a young liquor vendor squatted in a shanty wooden hut, waiting for news, his brows knitted tightly, pacing back and forth incessantly.
Last week, those jungle natives suddenly found him, hoping they could acquire information about the Fischer family.
Without any hesitation, the liquor vendor rejected the jungle natives right away, even angrily threatening to seek out the patrol teams in Nasir City. Lucius had been very generous to him over the past six months, taking good care of him, and had even helped him deal with two harassments from a bandit gang.
He could not betray him like that.
Alas, the jungle natives made more promises and drew their weapons with ferocity.
The liquor vendor finally realized he could not refuse. Initially, he intended only to give partial information about the Fischer family, not getting too involved in both sides’ affairs.
Yet, he was shocked to find out that just for luring Lucius to a designated place at the port, he would be rewarded with a Gold Coin!
“The deposit, I’ve only received five silver coins for the deposit, my gold coin, my gold coin!” he muttered, pacing back and forth.
“Your gold coin, you say?”
The young liquor vendor suddenly heard a familiar voice, his whole body turning cold as ice in an instant. He wanted to flee, but his limbs had gone weak.
“What’s wrong, don’t be afraid, we are friends after all, aren’t we?”