The Martial Unity

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A familiar feeling of danger overwhelmed Leonel. It was as though this instinct had been subconsciously repressed by him but was bubbling forth, clawing its way out of the hidden depths of his mind.

However, it was too late.

Leonel couldn't see what it was that hit him. It was completely invisible. Yet, it felt as though a strong blast of air had assaulted his face.

His eyes watered, his head whipped back, and eventually, his gaze dulled like he was reminiscing on memories long since passed.

Seeing Leonel's dazed expression, the werehyena and werecheetah didn't hesitate for even a moment. The former roared and opened his jaws wide, biting at Leonel's neck. The latter's right thigh bulged in size and grew by a fold, striking forward like a vicious whip that left whistling sounds hanging in the air.

BANG! BANG!

The werecheetah's kick and the werehyena's bite landed as one. By all rights, Leonel's neck should have been bitten through while his lower body was sent flying. With the strength of the two weremen, his decapitation was almost guaranteed.

But, neither of them could have expected that a seemingly flimsy ray of blue light would stop them both.

Leonel's body was sent flying, but the ones howling in pain wasn't him who was lost in a daze, but rather the werecheatah who had shattered his leg and the werehyena whose row of teeth were now broken.

The wererat's pupils constricted. 'Just what kind of treasure is that?'

Leonel could have never expected that the treasure he picked out for the sake of self grooming would have such powerful defensive capabilities. But this was only natural. How could a Quasi Tier 1 Bronze treasure be so simple?

the wererat felt an overwhelming sense of

this wasn't the shocking part. He had

sight of him climbing back out of the rubble was akin to watching a devil climb up

treasure, the wererat could have never imagined that knocking Leonel unconscious was the worst mistake he could have made… Because it allowed that demonic persona to come

howls of a forsaken soul, but it didn't sound like this at all. Rather, he was like a child who had found a fun toy to play with, a little boy whose

just been a flaccid, useless tool a moment ago, became a venomous

last thing they could have expected was for Leonel

his guards gone, he suddenly had to face

able

felt that even if he could launch another full powered strike toward Leonel, it wouldn't make a single bit

your ass over

werewolf who had been completely focused on digging up the pile of rubble to get to Aina to stop. He turned back to find

own. He seemed to be curiously staring into the wererat's beady eyes, as though trying to find the secret to something like a

couldn't decide whether to find and restrain Aina, or if he should

forward. That weakling was the favorite test subject of

neck, it could be said that not even ten seconds had passed. And, unfortunately, those ten seconds were

to

looked no different from normal humans. Those with low grade abilities tended to have small boosts to their speed or strength. As such. Low grade Invalids didn't normally have

amongst the several dozen. If Leonel was conscious, he would have recognized these three as a part of

in size larger than it should have been. This last one's head was completely bald, but had veins of blue crazily pumping across his forehead and head.

from these Invalids, or maybe he was still too overconfident in his strength. If not

rush toward Leonel, quickly deal with him, and run away with the

CRACK.