The Martial Unity

.[Will be changing DD's cover soon, keep that in mind]

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?

an overwhelming

eyes widened to find Leonel slowly standing up. However, this wasn't the shocking part. He had

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

the wererat could have never imagined that knocking Leonel unconscious was the worst mistake he could have made… Because it allowed

devilish 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 mental age couldn't have been more than five or six

his spear which had just been a flaccid, useless tool a moment ago, became

they could have expected was for Leonel to

wererat panicked. With his guards gone, he suddenly had to face

he could send continuously. It would take at least another minute before he recovered enough normally. He had only been able to attack AIna and Leonel in quick succession like that because Aina's spirit was far weaker in comparison to him, so he

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

your ass

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

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

find and restrain Aina, or if

teeth and dashed forward. That weakling was the favorite test subject of that

that not even ten seconds had passed. And, unfortunately, those ten seconds were more than enough time for the first Invalids to

to hold the

have small boosts to their

the several dozen. If Leonel was conscious, he would have recognized these three as a part of the twelve A-grade Invalids listed

a fold 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. Even its eyes

was still too overconfident in his strength.

toward Leonel, quickly deal with him, and run away

CRACK.