Chapter 2601
"Who is it?" Warrick's grip tightened around the hilt of his steel blade. His eyes, sharp and alert, were like those of a startled predator-full of caution and menace .
For the past few days, he had been on edge, like a cornered animal. He barely 'slept and was constantly on high alert, fearing danger would strike at any moment.
The door slowly creaked open. An elderly man with gray hair stepped inside with a tray of fruit and pastries in both hands.
Before he could even register what was happening, a flash of cold steel appeared, and Warrick's blade was at the elderly man's throat.
The elderly man trembled with fear. The tray slipped from his grasp, and fruit and pastries scattered on the floor. "Easy, Sir Prescott. He's one of us." Mulder stepped forward and pressed down on the flat of Warrick's blade with a finger.
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He smiled and explained, "His name's Leigh Houston. He's mute and has served the Hall of Gods for years. He keeps watch over this tunnel entrance and has never slipped up." "He's mute?" Warrick gave Leigh a once-over. Only after confirming he wasn't a threat did he finally lower his blade.
Mulder glanced at Leigh and asked in a low voice, "Did you notice anything unusual lately?" Leigh shook his head, then quickly signed something with his hands.
Warrick frowned. "What's he saying?" "He says this place is so remote that no strangers have cnear, so we're safe," Mulder explained.
The Hall of Gods had chosen this location as the exit for their secret tunnel for a reason. It was a remote mountain village, isolated and sparsely populated. Most of the residents were either elderly or children, as the young adults had long since moved to the city for work. 1 The rugged terrain and dense forests made it an ideal escape route. If trouble cknocking, slipping into the woods would make it easy to shake off any pursuers. It was a perfect temporary hideout.
"It's good to be safe, but right now, I'm hungry. Tell him to bringsfood," Warrick grunted.
"Leigh, get us sfood," Mulder instructed. "We're going to have a nice, hearty meal." Leigh nodded, though a flicker of fear crossed his eyes. He glanced at Warrick and then quickly turned to leave.
An hour later, the table was set with a spread of food. It wasn't particularly fancy, but the portions were generous, and nearly everything was meat-cured fish, smoked pork, sausages, chicken, and duck.
Still, caution was Warrick's second nature.
Before taking his first bite, he gestured for Leigh and Mulder to taste the food first.
Only after they confirmed it was safe did he tear into his meal like a starving wolf.
Under normal circumstances, Warrick wouldn't have spared a second glance at such rustic fare. But now, hunger gnawed at him, and he ate with relish, grease dripping from his lips.
Since becoming a fugitive, he'd barely had a proper meal. With a feast in front of him, refinement was the last thing on his mind.
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After a hearty meal and a few drinks, Warrick finally got down to business. “We may have escaped Celestria, but we're still in West Lucozia. The longer we stay, the greater the risk. I need the Hall of Gods to arrange forto leave the country as soon as possible." "Stay calm, Sir Prescott. This place is safe for the tbeing," Mulder replied with a reassuring smile. “Besides, even if we're planning to leave West Lucozia, we need to prepare thoroughly. Acting recklessly without a proper plan could lead to disaster." "So, what's your plan?" Warrick pressed.
"Given that you're now a fugitive, leaving West Lucozia through official channels is out of the question. Your NO only option is to sneak across the border," Mulder explained, taking a sip of tea.
"Sneak across the border?" Warrick frowned slightly. "If I remember 'm correctly. Thaloria lies between West Lucozia and Artea. Wouldn't that mean we'd have to go through Thaloria first?"
"That's right." Mulder nodded. "The Hall of Gods has a strong presence in Thaloria. Once you make it there, you won't have to keep hiding. You'll be free to travel openly to Artea and start a new life." "If that's the case, then I have no complaints. But which route do you have in mind? How safe is it?" Warrick pressed.
"I've narrowed it down to five lesser-known smuggling routes. Before we make a final decision, I'll send people to scout them out-just to be safe," Mulder replied.
"Great. I like the way you handle things. Once I've established myself in Artea, you won't go unrewarded,” Warrick said with a satisfied nod.
"In the meantime, you should get srest. Once the tis right, we'll leave the country," Mulder responded. "Fine. Geta room. I need a good night's sleep. And tell everyone not to botheruntil I wake up." Warrick looked visibly more relaxed. Now that he had escaped Celestria, the immediate danger had passed. With Mulder handling the arrangements, there was nothing left for Warrick to worry about. At last, he could get proper rest.
Chapter 2602
After a hearty meal, the burly Warrick sprawled lazily onto the bed and dozed off. He slept soundly till dusk, lost in a deep dream. When the sky was painted in brilliant hues of the setting sun, only then did he wake up leisurely.
The exhaustion from the previous day seemed to have melted away. He felt invigorated, refreshed, and in high spirits.
At that moment, Leigh had already set the table in the hall with quiet efficiency. Compared to the first meal, this spread was far more lavish.
At the center of the table sat a whole roasted pig. Its golden-brown skin glistened with a rich, crispy sheen. The mouthwatering aroma filled the room, making it impossible not to crave a bite.
Warrick had never been one for formalities. The moment he saw the feast, he didn't hesitate. He strode over, took a seat, and started digging in. He ate with zero restraint without sparing a single thought for Mulder, who was still out gathering intel.
After a while, half of the roast pig was gone. His face was smeared with grease, and he occasionally let out a satisfied belch.
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Just then, the tightly shut door creaked open.
Mulder and his men returned, looking weary from the road..
Seeing Warrick feasting alone, his face slick with grease, Mulder wasn't annoyed. Instead, he sat beside him and started eating as well.
His subordinates could only watch hungrily from the sidelines and didn't dare to overstep their bounds. "Well? Did you find anything useful?" Warrick asked.
For now, he had eaten his fill. He set down his fork and knife, let out a loud belch, then grabbed a nearby towel and casually wiped the grease.
"I've got good news and bad news. Which one do you want first, Sir Prescott?" Mulder deliberately kept him in suspense.
"The bad news," Warrick said.
Mulder replied, "The bad news is that West Lucozia's forces are conducting a full-scale manhunt for you. They're combing every city and village, leaving no stone unturned. If nothing unexpected happens, they'll find this place within two days." "So, you're saying we only have two days?" Warrick narrowed his eyes.
"That's not all," Mulder added. "West Lucozia's military has locked down every port and dock, and they've even seized control of several smuggling routes." "Hm?" Warrick frowned. "So, you're tellingthere's no way out?" "It won't be easy, but there's still a chance, "Mulder replied. "I had someone look into it. Four of the five smuggling routes we planned have already been compromised. With West Lucozia's forces patrolling the area, trying to slip through would be too risky.
"But the good news is that there's still one last hidden route that is yet to be discovered by them, so we can use it to escape." "Then, what are we waiting for? Let's move," Warrick said urgently.
With four out of five routes already blocked, they couldn't afford to waste any time. If they didn't act soon, even the last remaining path might be discovered. And if that happened, escaping West Lucozia would becnearly impossible.
"Sir Prescott, don't be so hasty. Letfinish." Mulder paused briefly before continuing, " While it's good news that there's another escape route, we can't rule out the possibility that this is a trap set by Austin. He might have left this opening deliberately to lure us out, only to spring the trap at the last moment and take us all down." "A trap?" Warrick stroked his chin and scoffed. "Austin's just a greenhorn. Sure, he's witty, but there's no way he could pull something like that. You're worrying too much." "This concerns our lives, so we can't afford to be careless,” Mulder replied seriously.
Warrick nodded thoughtfully at his words.
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Caution was the key to survival. The more critical the situation, the more O important it was to stay calm and We think clearly. Acting recklessly could ruin everything-a lesson he had learned through years of warfare. "Since you're worried, why not send someone ahead to check if there's any danger?" Warrick suggested.
"I've already sent two unfamiliar faces to investigate, but it'll take stFor safety's sake, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer," Mulder replied.
"You've got everything arranged, so I'll leave it at that. But letremind you-don't drag your feet) If we miss our chance and the West Lucozia army seals off the last smuggling route, we'll be trapped here for good,” Warrick said sternly. Caution was necessary, but in times like these, bold action was equally important. If they hesitated now, regret would ctoo late.
"Sir Prescott, please rest for a while. I'll have an answer for you tonight," Mulder assured him.
"It better be the right one," Warrick replied before returning to his meal.
He had already prepared for the worst. Even if things went south tonight, he could rely on his formidable cultivation to fight his way out.
As for Mulder and the others... well, they could serve as sacrificial pawns if necessary.
Chapter 2603
As night fell, Warrick sat motionless in his room as he tried to calm his mind through meditation. He had always been able to clear his mind with ease. But tonight, no matter how hard he tried, focus eluded him. A restless unease settled over him and refused to let him relax.
Nearly two hours passed before Mulder's scouts finally returned. This time, they brought good news.
The smuggling route they had scouted was completely safe, with no signs of an ambush. The West Lucozia army had yet to discover this potential escape route.
Once everything was confirmed, Mulder let out a breath of relief. Warrick, too, finally felt the weight lift from his chest.
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"Since the route is safe, we should set out immediately to avoid any unexpected complications." Warrick said. He had no intention of waiting any longer. He was a wanted man, and every moment in West Lucozia increased his chances of capture.
There was no telling when the army might surround him. Only by escaping to Thaloria would he be truly safe. "Pack up. We're leaving now." Mulder wasted no time.
After a quick disguise, the group set out.
The countryside was quiet, and their plain van blended in as it rumbled down the road. After about an hour, they reached a fork where the road ended.
"There's a narrow path ahead. The van can't go any further we'll have to walk from here." Mulder stepped out first, and Warrick followed in silence. They moved swiftly along the narrow path and reached the smuggling dock in less than half an hour.
It was a small dock scattered with over a dozen fishing boats. At first glance, it looked like nothing more than a temporary mooring spot for local fishermen.
By now, most of them had already gone home. Out on the water, the boats drifted in the dark-except for one, where a dim light still flickered. A man dressed like a fisherman lay on the deck with a straw hat pulled low over his face.
“Is this the smuggling route you were talking about?" Warrick frowned the moment he saw the fishing boats ahead." You've got to be joking." These were private fishing boats, and none were longer than 25 feet. They might be fine for a short trip in calm waters, but even a small storm could capsize them.
And their journey would take several days at sea. If they ran into rough weather, a boat this size wouldn't stand a chance-it would be torn apart by the waves.
Even being halfway to becoming an ultimate grandmaster wouldn't save Warrick if he got thrown into the sea. He couldn't figure out whether Mulder was a fool or if he had no regard for his own life.
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"Calm down, Sir Prescott." Mulder said evenly, "Of course, I know these fishing boats can't handle an open-sea voyage.
Sailing to Thaloria on them would be suicide." "So, what's your plan?" Warrick's frown deepened.
"I had everything planned out," Mulder explained. "These fishing boats are just for the first leg of the trip. About 30 miles out, the Hall of Gods has a luxury ship waiting -that's the real vessel we'll be traveling on. So there's no need to worry about safety." "Oh, so that's how it is. You nearly hadthinking you'd lost your mind." Warrick let out a breath of relief, chiding himself of course, Mulder wasn't the type to make such an amateur mistake.
"If the situation weren't so tense, I wouldn't have pulled a stunt like this," Mulder said with a faint smile.
A fishing boat's small size and ordinary appearance made it the perfect cover. A larger vessel would only attract attention and invite trouble. To be safe, he had the main ship anchor farther out.
"Sir Prescott, I just checked the area, and there's no ambush. It's all clear. Let's move." Mulder glanced around cautiously. After confirming there was no danger, he finally led Warrick forward. Under the cover of night, the group moved cautiously toward a dimly lit fishing boat.
"Hey, everyone's here. We can set sail now, "Mulder said as he leaped onto the bow.
The fisherman lying on the deck, legs crossed, didn't react. He looked as though he hadn't heard a thing.
"Hey! Wake up!" Mulder kicked the man's boot impatiently.
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"You're not a fisherman? Who the hell are you?" Mulder's guard shot up the moment he got a clear look at the young man's face.
Fishermen who spent their days at sea were usually tanned from the sun, but this one had a fair complexion. It felt a little strange Noticing something was off, the men behind Mulder drew their blades and fixed their sharp gazes on the fisherman.
The so-called fisherman standing guard wasn't just anyone-it was Dustin, who had been waiting for them all along.
Since his plan was set in motion, he'd been stationed there from morning until midnight. After what felt like an eternity, his targets had finally arrived.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm here to capture you." Dustin rose from the deck and rolled his shoulders before speaking in an even tone. "If you don't want to die, surrender now. Otherwise, it'll be too late." "Watch out! It could be an ambush." Mulder swiftly pulled out his dagger. His sharp gaze scanned the surroundings for any sign of hidden troops.
His subordinates instinctively formed a defensive circle as they braced for an attack from the shadows. But despite their heightened vigilance, the area remained eerily calm.
They were specially trained with razor-sharp perception. Under normal circumstances, if there were an ambush nearby, there was no way they wouldn't have noticed.
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"Don't bother looking. It's justhere." Dustin said flatly, “I don't need an army to deal with the likes of you." "Hmm?" Mulder frowned and sized him up before letting out a sneer. "Punk, you're getting a little too full of yourself. Do you think you can stop us all by yourself? What a foolish dream." If Dustin had an army lying in wait, they'd be as good as dead. But he was alone and hardly looked like a threat. Forget stopping them. He'd be lucky to walk away in one piece.
"Stop wasting ton this punk. He's just stalling for time. Kill him and take the boat -we're getting out of here." Warrick, standing at the back, suddenly spoke up.
Something about the young man on the fishing boat felt familiar, but Warrick couldn't quite place him. Still, the other party's confidence was unsettling. Either he had backup, or he had a death wish.
"What are you all standing around for? Get him." Mulder wasted no tin giving the kill order.
Like Warrick, he had his doubts. On the one hand, he worried Dustin was just buying time, and on the other, something about the whole situation felt off.
"Attack!" Several of Mulder's subordinates exchanged glances before raising their blades and charging forward.
As the Hall of Gods elites, they were strong enough to take on a hundred enemies individually. When fighting together, their strength multiplied. This made them an unstoppable force against anyone below the level of a grandmaster.
Looking at their opponent, who seemed only in his early 20s, they didn't believe he could be that strong.
The first subordinate lunged forward and swung his blade down with lightning speed.
However, Dustin's figure blurred and vanished without a trace.
The attack struck nothing but air. Before he could even process what had happened, a crushing blow landed on his abdomen. His body flew backward like a broken kite, crashed into a rock, and curled up in pain.
At the stime, two more attackers closed in from either side. Their swords flashed toward Dustin's throat in a synchronized strike. There was no wasted movement, no unnecessary flair-just pure, ruthless speed.
Just as the swords were about to strike his vital points, Dustin casually raised a hand and caught the edges of both swords between his fingers.1 "What?" Both attackers' faces changed as disbelief flashed in their eyes.
Dustin stopped their sword with his bare hands! A scene like this was only possible when there was an overwhelming gap in strength.
They tried to free their swords, but it was as if an iron vice had locked them in place and wouldn't budge an inch. "Tto die!" The last attacker seized the opportunity and darted behind Dustin, gripping his broadsword with both hands. He raised it high and brought it down in a powerful overhead slash. The sword descended like a thunderbolt- unstoppable.
"Got him." Mulder's eyes lit up at the sight.
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Though the other party looked unusual, Mulder's subordinates were well-trained and coordinated. The first few drew the enemy's attention, and the last one waited for the perfect moment to strike and deliver a fatal blow. From Mulder's point of view, that strike was something an ordinary person wouldn't be able to react to in time.
As expected, the final attacker's broadsword swung down on Dustin's head. But contrary to everyone's expectations, Dustin's head didn't split open.
When the blade made contact with his skull, a loud, explosive sound echoed. To everyone's astonishment, the sharp broadsword actually snapped in half.
"Huh?" The sight left everyone stunned.
It was one thing to catch a blade barehanded, but to take a direct strike to the head and shatter the weapon in the process while remaining unscathed-just what kind of monster was this? "H-How is this possible?" The attacker, staring at the broken blade in his hands, was at a loss. Their target's body seemed to be made of iron, and their attacks had no effect whatsoever.
All their careful coordination and plans for a successful ambush-at that moment, it all beca joke. The difference between the two sides was just too much to overcome.
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"You had your chance. Don't blme for what happens next," Dustin said.
With a slight squeeze of his fingers, the steel blades clamped between them shattered with a sharp clang.
Before the two Hall of Gods members could even react, Dustin waved his hand.
The two men were sent flying as if they'd been hit by a truck, hurtling over 30 feet through the air. Blood sprayed from their mouths and noses before they hit the ground. They were critically injured and on the verge of death.
Dustin slowly turned his head and looked at the man who had just tried to ambush him.
The man glanced at the broken sword in his hand, then at Dustin, who looked utterly unfazed. He hesitated for a split second-then bolted.
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With a powerful leap, he dove straight for the sea. He knew Dustin's strength was on a completely different level. There was no chance of outrunning him on land, so the only hope was to disappear into the water.
It might have worked-if not for what happened next.
Just before he hit the water, an invisible force locked him in place. His arms and legs could still move. But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't drop another inc. It was as if sunseen hand had him in an iron grip. Then, to his horror, he felt himself rising farther from the sea.
"Did you really think you could escape?" Dustin said as he made a grasping motion.
Despite being over 30 feet away, he yanked the man back. As he tightened his grip, the man's body began to twist unnaturally. Bones cracked, organs shifted, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose.
"P-Please don't kill me. I surrender." With his body moments away from being crushed, the man panicked and pleaded frantically.
"It's too late for that." Dustin clenched his fist. With a sickening squelch, his body burst apart like a watermelon struck by a cannonball. Chunks of blood and flesh rained down into the sea, dyeing the waters a deep crimson.
"Huh?" Mulder's eye twitched, and his expression darkened. He hadn't expected Dustin to possess such strength and had killed all his subordinates in a single exchange.
If he had to guess, Dustin was undoubtedly a grandmaster martial artist.
But that didn't make sense. Mulder had intel on every fighter in West Lucozia. He'd already uncovered most of the enforcement team's and Draken Guardians ‘backgrounds, Yet, there wasn't a single mention of the man before him. Since when did West Lucozia have a young grandmaster like this? "Who the hell are you, punk? Got the guts to say your name?" Mulder tightened his grip on his dagger, lowering his stance while staying on guard.
He had only just broken through to the grandmaster level last year, and only because he had taken the Hall of Gods' enhanced serum. Until now, he had never faced another grandmaster in combat. He had no idea how he would measure up.
What really troubled him, though, was Dustin's abilities. Dustin could easily take down martial artists who had achieved divinity from a distance as if it were nothing... It was terrifying.
"You must be Mulder, right?" Dustin brushed off the dust from his clothes and said indifferently, "Someone askednot to kill you right away. He wants to do it himself. Of course, if you resist, I don't mind crippling you first." "Arrogant bastard!" Mulder frowned and barked, "So what if you're a grandmaster? That doesn't mean you can beat me. And besides-I'm not alone." While saying that, he turned to the man behind him and said gravely, "Sir Prescott, this brat is tough and not easy to deal with. If we work together, we can take him down and be done with it." Warrick didn't respond, and his eyes were locked on Dustin. His frown deepened, and his expression grew more solemn.
The more he looked, the more familiar Dustin seemed. He was certain he had seen Dustin somewhere before-but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quite place it.
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"Sir Prescott! Sir Prescott!" Seeing that there was no response, Mulder raised his voice.
"Enough with the shouting." Warrick's expression darkened. "Do I really need to step in for something this trivial? Just handle it yourself. I'll be here to cover you." "Huh?" Mulder was stunned.
At a tlike that, why the hell was Warrick still worried about his status and martial codes? The cleanest solution was simple-kill Dustin, get on the boat, and leave no loose ends. Leaving Mulder to fight alone-wasn't that just dragging things out for no reason? And what if West Lucozia's main forces arrived? By then, escape wouldn't even be an option.
"What's wrong? Are you actually afraid of a punk like him?" Warrick asked coldly.
"Of course not. It's just that taking him down won't be easy. What if-" Before Mulder could finish, Warrick interrupted sharply, "I told you to handle it. Stop wasting twith excuses."
Mulder frowned, and his expression turned sour. He had gone through hell to help Warrick escape. But now, when it mattered most, Warrick planned to sit back and watch the fight unfold without lifting a finger. The thought disgusted Mulder.
"Con, Mulder, you still don't see it?" Dustin sneered. "He's just scared of dying, so he's letting you fight first ve to test my strength. If you win, he'll step in. Otherwise, he'll ditch you and run. Let's be real-you're just his sacrificial pawn." Chapter 2505 Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.
Chapter 2606
Dustin's words made Mulder frown.
Mulder knew all too well that Warrick was the kind of man who had no sense of loyalty or honor. If Warrick could kill his own personal guards without hesitation, what would stop him from killing a stranger? Mulder was certain that the moment things went south, Warrick would be the first to flee. Given the choice, he'd never willingly risk his life as Warrick's sacrificial pawn. But now, there was no turning back.
With his undercover identity exposed and him helping Warrick escape, Mulder beca sworn enemy of West Lúcozia. His nwas now on the most-wanted list.
Tonight was their best chance to escape. If they missed it, finding another way out would be nearly impossible. There was only one path left for him-kill whoever stood in his way and make it onto that escape boat.
"Enough talk, punk. Let's see what you're really made of," Mulder said.
After weighing his options, he gritted his teeth and finally decided to draw his longsword. His figure flickered like a phantom and left only a blur as he closed the distance instantly.
The sword in his hands gleamed coldly as it flashed past like a shooting star. A sharp wind followed its arc, carrying the force to cleave through the air as it aimed straight for Dustin's throat.
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Dustin's expression remained calm and unfazed. Just as the sword was about to reach him, he shifted slightly. His movement was light and effortless as he narrowly avoided the fatal strike.
Simultaneously, his right fist clenched and drove forward with immense force, aiming straight for Mulder's chest. Mulder reacted instantly and swung his sword across to block. A metallic clang-sharp and resonant-rang out as fist and steel collided, sending sparks flying.
The impact sent a jolt through Mulder's arm and forced him back several steps. He spun and used the momentum to swing his sword in a downward arc with a sharp whistle.
Dustin lightly tapped the tip of his foot against the ground and glided back three feet, effortlessly slipping past the attack.
Mulder's sword aura streaked past Dustin, narrowly missing him before striking a nearby boat. A sharp crack echoed through the air. Within moments, the vessel split in two and began sinking into the water.
Mulder showed no hesitation after missing his target. His sword moved relentlessly, each slash fierce and unyielding.
The force behind every strike carried enough power to break through stone, and the sword's sharp whistle cut through the air. Sparks flew as the flashing steel carved deadly arcs, threatening to tear through anything in its path.
Dustin stayed composed. His movements were fluid and effortless as he weaved through Mulder's attacks like a wisp of silk in the wind, slipping past each strike with the slightest of margins.
His eyes were sharp and focused as he read Mulder's every move. His steps seemed weightless, yet each one placed him just out of reach of the deadly sword.
Mulder's frustration mounted as his attacks continued to miss. His strikes becmore forceful and reckless, and his movements becwide and aggressive as he focused solely on offense. Yet, despite his relentless assault, he failed to land even a single hit.
Warrick, who had promised to back Mulder up, looked solemn. His expression was unreadable as he watched the battle unfold, and he showed no intention of interfering.
"This punk looks strange," Warrick murmured, secretly alarmed.
Dustin looked to be in his early 20s, yet he handled Mulder-a grandmaster martial artist-easily and without the slightest strain.
What unsettled Warrick the most was his inability to discern Dustin's origins or true strength.
After attacking with full force for a while, Mulder was already gasping for breath. He hadn't felt it before, but now that he was facing a true master, he realized how grueling the battle was. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even graze his opponent's clothes.
"Why'd you stop? Keep going," Dustin said.
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Standing with his hands behind his back, he remained calm and composed, completely unaffected by the intensity of the fight. His relaxed stance contrasted sharply with Mulder's, who was drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.
While it would have been effortless for Dustin to end the fight instantly, he had no yet. He wason of doing so just just pressuring Warrick, but he was also using Mulder as bait to draw out the mastermind behind him.
The Hall of Gods had been operating in West Lucozia for years, and there was no way Mulder was acting alone. He was therely a pawn, and somewhere in the shadows, there had to be someone more powerful pulling the strings. Dustin's goal was simple-lure that person out and eliminate them in one decisive move.
Mulder's expression darkened with fury as he spat, “You're forcing my hand, punk!"
He reached for a vial of enhanced serum at his waist and swiftlyswallowed it. This serum was extremely expensive-something he had spent years accumulating resources to obtain. It was his lifeline.
The serum would grant him a surge of power, doubling his strength for a short tand making him nearly unstoppable. However, the side effects were severe.
If he couldn't finish the fight before it wore off, the resulting exhaustion would leave him helpless, with only death awaiting him. For that reason, Mulder had always kept it as a last resort.
But now, he had no choice but to risk everything and fight his way out. Chapter 2506 Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.
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