The suffocating pressure around Han Yun's neck intensified. His eyes widened in shock as he struggled to comprehend the threat. The world seed to slow down and the clamour of the chaotic crowd seed to be fading into a distant murmur as a dark figure erged from the shadows.
The figure was cloaked in an aura of cold, nacing power. The figure's presence exuded an oppressive sense of authority that silenced the laughter of Han Yun's companions. The figure's eyes glowed with a fierce, unsettling light, their smile a grim, bloody crescent that sent shivers down Han Yun's spine.
"Who dares to interrupt my fun?" Han Yun's voice ca out strained as he tried to turn his head to see the intruder. His hand instinctively reached for the weapon at his side, but his movents were sluggish and hindered by the unseen grip around his neck.
He felt as if his head had been held by a pair of pincer-like claws that had grabbed him to death.
Lucien, still on the ground, looked up with a mix of relief and awe. His breaths ca in ragged gasps as he watched the scene unfold, and he montarily forgot the pain as he felt the familiar presence giving him few monts to sign in relief.
The mysterious figure stepped into the dim light, revealing Leon in his crimson cloak. His imposing presence and dark atmosphere emanating from him added an aura of nace as he approached Han Yun with a mixture of annoyance and disdain.
"Tsk!" Leon clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "I leave you for a few monts, and you already end up in trouble."
Lucien, still catching his breath, looked up at Leon in confusion. "I didn't an to cause this. It was him who deaned you..."
Leon raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "So this fight was because this thug spoke ill of ? How touching. You fought for , only to get your ass kicked."
Before Lucien could respond, Han Yun, seething with anger, drew his weapons. "Bastard! Do you know the consequences of "
BOOM!
Han Yun was abruptly thrown backward as if struck by an invisible force, crashing into the wall with a heavy thud. The impact left him dazed and struggling to regain his bearings as he bounced on the ground after slamming against it.
As he slowly regained consciousness, he saw a figure cloaked in crimson, as if drenched in blood, advancing toward him. The sight filled him with terror, especially when he noticed his sidekicks, trembling in fear.
"Who are you?" Han Yun shouted, glancing around for assistance, only to see his allies cowering.
Leon's eyes narrowed in bemusent. "My identity? You don't know , yet you were cursing just monts ago?"
Leon disappeared in a flash, reappearing right before Han Yun. He lifted his foot to stomp down but paused as a storm of condensed energy began to form around them, crackling ominously.
"Who dares to cause trouble here?" a booming voice demanded from the gathering storm. Han Yun, with panic evident in his voice, shouted for help "Save ! He wants to kill !"
The energy storm intensified, casting a dark, foreboding shadow over the scene as Leon stood ready with an unreadable expression.
The situation was charged with tension, and the crowd watched in silence with their anticipation hanging heavy in the air.
The figure erged from the swirling dust cloud with a grim solemn expression.
His voice, cold and commanding, cut through the air. "You want to harm Young Master Han... Are you sick of living, you bastard?"
Without warning, the figure shot a palm strike toward Leon, a burst of power and energy forming a crystal-shaped mark that blazed through the air. The attack was direct and forceful, aid with deadly precision.
Leon's eyes narrowed but his expression unfazed. He clenched his fists, rotated his body, and t the palm strike head-on.
BOOM!
The collision of their powers sent a massive shockwave through the area. The palm strike was obliterated by an explosive burst of energy, sending dust and debris spiraling into the air. The ground shook, and the onlookers watched in stunned silence.
The man, who revealed himself as Major Akito of the base, was montarily taken aback. At Half Saint realm level, he was accustod to getting respect and crushing the enemy's overwhelming force, yet here was a young man who could match his power.
"What?"
Astonishnt shone in his eyes.
Akito's mind raced. This young man was either an exceptionally gifted genius or soone of significant importance. Either way, he was no fool to continue challenging such an individual. He decided it was best to avoid further conflict.
But before he could apologize, the dust before him flickered, and a sudden, piercing speed cut through the air. Akito stepped forward to defend himself, but it was too late.
BOOM!
A powerful fist shot towards his face. Akito dodged instinctively, tilting his head to avoid the blow. But before he could recover, an uppercut landed squarely on his jaw.
BANG!
The impact was brutal, and Akito's body was propelled upward. Before he could even react, a firm hand grabbed his ankle and, with a crushing force, slamd him down onto the ground.
BOOM!
Leon's grip crushed the bones with a crackling sound but it wasn't the end of it.
He lifted Akito again, slamming him down with relentless force. The ground trembled with each impact as Leon repeatedly slamd Akito onto the floor, his strength and fury evident in
every movent.
"You ca here to defend him?" Leon growled. "What an idiot."
The blows continued, each slam reverberating with raw power. The crowd watched, awestruck by the sheer force and skill of Leon's attack. Akito's attempts to fight back were futile against the overwhelming strength and precision of Leon's assault.
Finally, Leon released Akito, allowing him to crumple to the ground. The guy who ca out nancimgly lay there, dazed and defeated, his arrogance shattered by the brutal display.
Leon stood over him, his eyes cold and unyielding.
Then he raised his fist clenching tightly while his lips curled with a smirk.
"Consider this a lesson," he said, his voice echoing with authority. "Don't underestimate
those you don't understand."
BOOM!
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