894 The Battle Conclusion: The Victor Is King

Brother, you wouldn't be the Fairy Godmother, right?

Ulrich anxiously looked at the masked man who was gaining on them as if he was some ferocious beast, all the while carrying so many sturdy men on him.

F***!

Wasn't this too magical?

What sort of training regime did the masked man undergo to get to this level?

For a moment, he thought that the man was going so fast that he could see a trail of dust left by the masked man still floating in the air.

Winston was also amazed as well.

Both gritted their teeth and tried their best to outrun the crazy man.

But how could it be that easy?

Din! Din! Din! Din! Din! Din! Din!

Like a vicious Rhino, Landon ran while locking onto his targets without mercy.

And when he was close enough at a distance he wanted, he slowed down considerably.

"Powin, Gregar, Alice, Susie, get off."

"Yes!"

With that, all 4 jumped off carefully while making sure that Henry and those who they supported earlier on were secured.

From there, Landon picked up the pace again and this time, he overtook Ulrich and Winston before stopping facing them head-on in the hallway.

Great!

Now, they had blocked the front and the back of the vast hallway.

So if they wanted to escape, they had to go through them.

Without tasting any time, Henry and the rest understood what to do and jumped off Landon.

This was the final battle!

There were 9 of them, while Ulrich's group consisted of 10.

But that wouldn't be an issue.

"I'll handle Ulrich while you take on Winston.

Leave the others to our men.

We have to end this fast."

"Right!" Henry replied while nodding before unsheathing his sword.

Winston frowned in disdain after listening to their conversation.

Did the masked man think that he was weak?

Is that why he sent a nobody to take him on?

And what did they mean by we have to end this fast, as if he, Winston Tutor was weak?

Even though Winston felt like he should be happy that it was the shrimp that would be fighting him, his ego still got hurt because of how much self-worth the masked man gave him.

Ulrich, on the other hand, turned serious.

He was a fool.

He couldn't see that this masked person was probably a highly-skilled assassin.

But how did Henry manage to buy him over?

Ulrich knew that if he wanted to defeat the guy, he had to use his head and concentrate without any distractions.

Little tricks won't work with him like he did with Winston and the rest.

The man was the real deal!

Landon calmly stepped forward and didn't even bother taking out a weapon.

Ulrich drew his sword and took several steps back while coming up with his plan.

He didn't know why, but he felt like his back was chilly just from looking deep into Landon's eyes.

Nima, what exactly is this man?

(**Nima=Sh**t, Dammit, curse word)

Ulrich almost cried.

When Landon walked ahead, he would take several steps back.

And soon, rather than walking, Landon started hopping playfully, making him jump back too.

The most painful thing is that the bastard started humming as if this was some sort of play.

For this, Ulrich was very helpless as well.

Are you attacking or not.

Why must you tease my nerves, almost giving me a heart attack?

Ulrich clenched his sword with his sweaty palms tightly while looking intently at Landon's every move.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Landon charged at him like lightning.

Bam.

F***!

Too fast!

Ulrich, who thought he would be able to catch all of Landon's move, found himself thrown to the wall by the masked man's deadly punch.

Ahhhhh, his belly.

Dammit. It hurt so bad.

What were his hands made of? Iron?

Cough, Cough, Cough, Cough.

He struggled to get up while coughing loudly.

Where was he?

He quickly looked around and found that the masked man was still standing in the same spot as if he wasn't worried that he would escape.

Ulrich realized that he would have a better chance if he attacked first than waiting for death.

So he gritted his teeth and rushed forward with his sword firmly in his hand.

Landon saw this and smiled.

Swoosh.

The sword whistled in the air as Ulrich continuously tried to cut his opponent down.

But the bastard kept dodging with a calm expression on his face as if he could predict his every move.

Soon, Landon dipped to the floor and tripped him.

Bam.

Feeling the impending crisis, he hastily stood up again.

But by the time he raised his head, his eyes opened wide in shock.

All he could see were a pair of legs coming at him at full speed.

He tried to dodge the attack, but there it was too late.

Bam.

Ughhh.

He hit the wall again, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood that wanted to erupt out of him.

Plah.

Dammit!

Why is it like this?

Unlike last time, Landon didn't give him any time to rest.

He grabbed Ulrich, carried him high up in the air, and quickly went down on one knee just like 'King' in Tekken.

Ahhhhh.

Ulrich was known directly on that knee, almost snapping his back like a twig.

In fact, if Landon had used more force, he would've snapped.

Ahhhhhh.

It hurt.

He felt utterly numb as he found that his body didn't seem to be obeying him.

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get up.

Of course, Landon hadn't broken his spine but had inflicted a sharp amount of pain in the area that would require him to stay still for at least 2 weeks before he could get up again.

Ulrich lay on the ground convincing and spitting blood from his internal injuries while holding his chest tightly.

Again, was the masked man's knee made of iron?

For a moment, he almost saw his life flashing before his very eyes.

Those who saw him looked at him pitifully.

Henry also thought that his situation was pitiful.

Brother Landon, why do I think that Ulrich is so miserable?

His pale face, coupled with his expressions, made it seem like Landon was bullying him.

If Landon knew his thoughts, he would undoubtedly be speechless

How did he end up being the bad guy now?

The fight didn't take long, as the soldiers and Henry's right-hand man dealt with the rest in a flash.

And after they were done, they stood by and allowed Henry to take down Winston himself, while Landon focused on Ulrich.

Hey, when the bosses decided to lay, what else could they do but watch?