884 Sneak Attack 2 (1/2)

”But so many lethal weapons actually could not kill him!” Garen frowned slightly. The strength of Level Five Half-Moon level had exceeded his expectations. It even could increase the force field to this extent. This kind of defense field, would it be comparable to the average Level Five Mech?

The weapons he had used in one breath, although their power was diffused, should not have been able to be withstood by the human body.

”It seems like that there is some kind of life-saving defense on him, similar to Goldfish.”

He was not afraid of the other party coming to his doorstep. Prior to the fact that Fila wanted to get rid of him, both sides had already bred enmity. As a Secret Technique practitioner himself, alertness was at its peak at all times. He was not afraid at all of others' secret attacks because he was much stronger in this area as compared to other pilots.

As for the involvement of relatives, such things might be left unattended in the Outer Courtyard. However, in the Inner Courtyard, especially the conflicts among powerhouses, no one would do such a stupid thing. Each powerhouse was of either Level Four with resonance degree, Level Five or even Level Five with resonance degree. These powerhouses, if pushed too far and lurked as assassins, no common guard on the outside would be able to withstand them. One had to know that in the outside world, any pilots with Level Three or Level Four Willpower were able to lead a very good life. The cost of hiring was extraordinarily expensive. It also depended on the hirer's qualification and whether the pilots were willing.

Once the rule was broken and powerhouses with Level Five Willpower or with resonance degree lurked as assassins or terrorists, this kind of lethality, just by looking at the previous Red-White Shining Mechs, one would know that with just a few people, they could destroy an entire big city. This was in fact, a result of a direct confrontation. If it were to happen in the dark... That was why the fight between powerhouses primarily targeted the opponent itself. Only the pilots who really had no scruples would use the means of dying together.

Putting aside all these, Garen recalled the energy field that Fila had released just a moment ago. That split-second outburst of energy field force was definitely his true level, and he compared the gap with his own energy field.

He held out his hand and strands of invisible, soft energy field gradually covered the back of his hands as if they were made of water, seemingly without any big defensive force.

”The restorative power from the training method given by Red Moon is strong enough, but it does not have any defensive force at all. It should be part of a certain type of combination training method,” he guessed. ”There must be another part of the training method that specializes in defensive attacks.”

The more he practiced during these times, the more he had the feeling that this training method had been split up.

Looking up again at the quivering green and black lights in the direction of the library, it was clear that the guys that showed up later had engaged Fila.

”Should I go and have a look?” Garen rubbed his chin.

The quivering became stronger and suddenly, the black swelled sharply, instantly occupying the upper hand. This made Garen's eyes narrowed slightly.

”Looks like he has used another hidden card... He's certainly a baron who had lived for so many years. There are so many cards up his sleeve that can be used,” Fila's appearance seemed to be, if not less than half, one-third of his actual age.

Garen carefully calculated. Although he did not remember specifically how long he had lived, he might be estimated at four or five hundred years old. Tallying up his years from a few worlds, it had unknowingly been this long.

Fila's data did not explicitly mention his age, but it could also be roughly estimated that he should be two hundred years old. His appearance looked young but he was actually an old man.

The enhancing of life through the means of science and technology, plus a resonance degree, was enough to ensure a person who had authority and money would easily live past two hundred years old.

Seeing that Fila had regained the upper hand, Garen gave up his thoughts of going back to the watch the battle and slowly walked down the bridge. A few guys from the Administrative Bureau had rushed in front of him, hands holding high-energy ray guns.

”It's this area, how come it has disappeared!!? It should be here according to the route of that car!”

”It may be around! Find it!”

One of them grabbed Garen's clothes.

”Hey! Did you see this person passing by here?!” he straightaway turned his wristwatch and pulled up an image of a familiar face while yelling at Garen.

Garen looked at it. It was actually the image of his disguised face earlier on.

He shook his head.

”No, I only saw a dark shadow flashed past and disappeared… Officer, is this person a wanted criminal?” he had a calm, fearless, but somewhat curious mien.

Such a demeanor was common in the Inner Courtyard. Some geniuses with a bit of capability would always have this kind of expression.

Seeing Garen responded calmly, that person also eased up and shook his head, obviously afraid of offending someone inexplicably.

”Not a wanted criminal, just a person who had messed with someone he shouldn't mess with... It's misfortunate for this boy. Alright then, thanks a lot, buddy.”

He relaxed his arm and walked away. Together with the few other members, they quickly found a direction and ran towards it, disappearing on one end of the flyover quickly.

Garen silently watched those people leave and walked off the bridge from the other end, slowly heading towards the Professor Van Doe's villa.

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In front of the library

Fila bent over with both hands on his knees. His sweat, a mixture of blood and water, was dripping slowly from his hair to his chin and to the ground.

His original youthful skin was now slowly wrinkling and slackening to that of an older person's.

”The expenditure of Willpower was too much...” he touched his facial skin. ”It has been a long time since I last fought to this kind of degree...”