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Chapter 439 - 160: Counter-killing The Five-Man Squad_2

Chapter 439: Chapter 160: Counter-killing The Five-Man Squad_2

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Wolfsbane is one of the most common ways to counter a werewolf.

This substance can send werewolves into a frenzy, but it also causes them to lose their reason, making them bloodthirsty and murderous.

It’s a lure that’s hard to resist, whether inhaled or not, it’s effective.

The fact that the opposing team is using this targeted method further confirms something for him.

Having caught the scent of wolfsbane, Leonard Churchill instantly feels his blood surge while his eyes suddenly glow with a red light.

However, he doesn’t avoid it. Instead, he greedily inhales a few more breaths of it.

Cold air seeps into his respiratory tract, inciting further turmoil in his heart, while the hidden smile in his eyes deepens.

For others, the loss of control can be disastrous.

But as for Leonard Churchill…

The many voices in his heart have been eagerly looking forward to this.

He glances around at the surroundings.

In the distant sky, a bright white moon and a red sun are still facing off against each other.

But he is far from the main battlefield by now.

The intent to kill instantly arises in his heart.

“Bam!”

Suddenly, the large figure of a werewolf, using a dilapidated little building as a springboard, vanishes.

The hooded assassin who’s been leading the way and paying close attention to the werewolf’s moves, suddenly sees him vanish, and calculates his abrupt change in trajectory.

He yells out: “Watch out!”

His four comrades haven’t fully reacted yet when they suddenly see a werewolf descending from the sky.

Almost simultaneously with his warning, the elemental manipulator at the end of the team locks eyes with the gruesome and terrifying eyes of the werewolf before she can even react.

He’s moving too fast.

At least thirty to forty percent faster than what was reported!

Even with the hooded assassin reacting immediately, he is a step behind.

Leonard Churchill no longer hides his second-tier combat power, and with bulging muscles, he charges forward.

A silver dagger is almost touching his back, but he shows no intention of evading it.

With one grasp, he shatters the elemental manipulator’s curse power shield and grips her throat.

A sound shreds the silence; the tearing of flesh.

The cards in the elemental manipulator’s hand have no chance to be released before her neck gushes fresh blood.

At the same time, a flying knife pierces her forehead, ending her last trace of life.

Death takes her in the blink of an eye.

The remaining four members of the X Bureau reveal faces of shock and anger.

The target is second-tier?

Wasn’t he supposed to be first-tier?

Moreover!

Even if he’s recently reached the second-tier, why is there such a huge gap in combat power compared to the reports?

No one knows how exaggerated the increase in Leonard Churchill’s power is once he reaches the second-tier as a Four Symbols Air Skill Master

His current physical attributes are far from what ordinary people can imagine.

Seeing his comrade die, the hooded God Thief, who is acting as the team leader, curses under his breath: “Damn it!”

But while Leonard Churchill pauses for a moment after killing, the God Thief manages to make a bloody gash on the werewolf’s back with his dagger.

The moment the curse on the knife reveals itself, it effortlessly slices through the werewolf’s tough fur and body protection curse without any resistance.

Leonard Churchill feels a sudden burning pain in his back, and only then realizes what’s going on: “Hmm?”

His wound emits a sizzling sound, and some mysterious power seems to be inhibiting a werewolf’s natural healing ability.

He steps in mid-air and changes direction, and from the corner of his eye, he sees that the dagger in the thief’s hands is of the relic level.

Moreover, it’s a Demonic-Slaying Silver Dagger, specially designed to counter dark creatures such as werewolves.

“So well-prepared…”

Leonard Churchill sneers upon seeing this.

At the same time, he grows more alert.

This God Thief is the most powerful third-tier individual he’s ever seen.

But this isn’t too surprising.

He had asked Reuel Bible beforehand, all those who can get into the X Bureau are the elite of the elite.

The most promising graduates from all major colleges in the Federation almost always choose to gain experience and study at the X Bureau first.

Only those who are left then go to other places.

Moreover, when they are assigned missions, they have access to various high- level equipment shipped from headquarters.

They can say that this five-person team is several times more powerful than a private army of noble soldiers at the same tier.

It’s precisely because they are so powerful…

That Leonard Churchill is interested in killing them!

Despite Leonard Churchill taking advantage of the information gap to instantly take one down…

Elites are still elites after all.

The remaining four from the X Bureau are here with the goal of hunting him down.

The hooded God Thief doesn’t dare to hold back anymore at this moment.

When he imbued a card with curse power, fog instantly thickened around his body.

Before they know it,

The figure wavers like fog.

One splits into two, then two into four.

Next thing they know,

Four identical hooded assassins appear in front of them, all rushing forward together.

Leonard Churchill narrows his eyes and takes a sniff – even their scents are identical!

“Tsk, yet another high-tier secret skill…

He thinks to himself.

He doesn’t plan to tangle with the third-tier to start with, and with a flash, he heads towards the other three.

The black knight in heavy armor stands in front of his comrades to protect them as Leonard Churchill, with glowing red eyes, comes storming in, forming a triangle, ensuring that whoever is attacked, as long as they are tied up, it would be fatal.

However, they underestimate Leonard Churchill’s madness!

The werewolf charges straight at the black knight without dodging or avoiding.

The moment their triangular formation congeals, with a heavy “thud”, “thud”, Leonard Churchill’s fists land squarely on the black knight’s chest plate.

The heavy armor absorbs almost all of the explicit force, but a strange ripple visibly passes from Leonard Churchill’s fists through the armor.