Chapter 37: Chaos in Battle, Crisis

"Abel, you actually look quite handsome like this," Luthia praised, her words seemingly gentle but secretly plotting.

"Miss Luthia, how did you figure that out?" Abel, no longer the timid boy from before, now spoke with the demeanor of a king questioning his subject.

"Your parents were indeed ordinary people, which is why I initially didn't suspect you. But I just received some new information – you were adopted."

"Just based on that, you conclude that I'm the culprit? I haven't done anything suspicious today, have I?" Abel was puzzled, completely maintaining his act.

"Hahaha—" Luthia suddenly burst into laughter, "You say there's nothing suspicious about you, but from head to toe, you practically scream 'suspicious.' With my natural beauty, a boy like you… wouldn't dare to talk to me."

Luthia's demeanor turned proud, her gaze becoming cold. In this moment, even though her bloodline might not be superior, she exuded the aura of a true queen. "Even if I say a few more words, you should have run away already."

"Don't provoke him!" roared Philimmon through the earpiece. Luthia seemed visibly emotional at this point.

"Team B, take action immediately!" Philimmon bellowed over the public channel. Ten minutes ago, he had sent Luthia some information that clarified the questions in her mind, prompting her interrogation.

Eight operatives, including Lancelot, who were hiding in the shadows, had already sprung into action. Even in the rugged terrain of the maple forest, they would take less than ten seconds to cover a hundred meters.

And so did Abel. His previously frail and small body expanded, his clothes torn, transforming into a nearly two-meter-tall giant. With each step forward, he seemed like an avalanche.

Luthia swiftly retreated, but she clearly couldn't match Abel's speed. A collision was imminent, but the massive palm didn't land on her body.

The Realm of the Wordless.

Within a radius of one meter around Luthia, everything was cleared out except for intentionally left air, repelling all matter.

Abel's muscles bulged, with a bronze-like sheen covering his surface. His glaring golden eyes were filled with rage. Every wound on him had been torn open by the woman before him. If she tore him apart, he would tear her apart just as he had done before!

He was flung back by the peculiar force, but he didn't stop. Roaring and exerting force, he shot out like a cannonball, leaves and soil flying around him, leaving a large pit in the ground where he had stood.

"Boom!"

A deafening sound reverberated through the air, trees swaying, maple leaves falling. Luthia's Realm of the Wordless had been breached, her figure swaying as she staggered backward, blood trickling from her ears.

Abel revealed a bloodthirsty smile, ready to begin tonight's activities. But in the next moment, he heard the sound of breaking air. Like a lion, a man wielding a hunting knife descended with force. Each star in the sky seemed like a bullet.

The Execution Department's Team B launched a full-scale assault!

Alchemy bullets splattered sparks on Abel's body, but Friggian bullets lacked kinetic energy, like toys. They couldn't penetrate his skin as hard as iron.

But blood still sprayed in the air—it was from Lancelot's blade!

He wielded an alchemical weapon, leveraging his thunderous momentum to leap and strike downward. Even if it were steel in front of him, it should have been cleaved through. However, it only pierced the outer layer of the opponent's arm, not even reaching the tendons!

The Realm of the Bronze Throne.

A highly-ranked Realm, with ultimate power and heightened defense, turned this once timid youth into a fierce killer.

And the gradually emerging dragon-scale patterns beneath his skin indicated he was further approaching the dragon lineage.

Lancelot was shaken by the force, his tiger mouth split open. Nevertheless, he didn't pause. He leaped backward, lowered his stance, and charged forward again, slashing at Abel's legs.

The wind whistled, leaves rustled, and Lancelot's face showed disbelief as he swung empty.

When facing large, powerful creatures, people subconsciously assume they're cumbersome, but this is actually a misconception.

Absolute strength naturally brings faster speed. If Abel managed to withstand the first blow due to a lack of reaction, he had no reason to resist the second strike.

With the force of a falling mountain, Lancelot had tried his utmost to dodge, but his forward momentum was too great, and he couldn't adjust his posture in time.

It felt like being hit head-on by a small truck, and he felt his internal organs shift out of place.

With a loud crash, he broke a half-thick maple tree. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his vision blurring, but he was an elite! A lion-hearted elite from the Lionheart Association. He gritted his teeth, preparing to release his Realm!

"Lancelot, stop!"

But a arriving specialist halted his actions. If Lancelot were to use his Realm here, Red Mountain Park would become history. The raging fire would consume this natural park, making headlines the next day!

The specialists realized that bullets were ineffective against this muscular monster, so they pulled out melee weapons and surrounded Abel. Golden eyes lit up one by one as they chanted their Realms.

Those golden eyes were like fireflies dancing in the night, blades and swords hacking at this fallen youth.

Blades gleamed, shadows flickered.

Realm of Yin Thunder.

Realm of the King's Servant.

Realm of Deep Blood.

Under the siege of the Execution Department specialists, the monster was eventually injured. However, his angry roar caused the wounds to rapidly heal, and the muscles beneath the explosions surged, gradually solidifying the previously mere patterns into substance.

Abel had never undergone any combat training; he relied solely on instinct to unleash violence, making it difficult for these seasoned specialists to get close.

He could make mistakes many times, but with his three-ton strength in his fists, these specialists could only afford to make one mistake!

It was too little, too late. In just ten seconds of attack and defense, two specialists were knocked out.

...

"The enemy is much stronger than we imagined. This is my negligence," Philimmon admitted, taking off his hat. Experienced as he was, he knew that the specialists over there couldn't handle that monster. And their Team A was nearly 10 kilometers away from Luthia's side. Even with the best cars in the world, they couldn't navigate the city at seven or eight in the evening. He had already mobilized helicopters, but the outcome might be decided in less than three minutes on that side.

He knew that the child in Team B possessed a fiery Realm, but even if that Realm were released, could it truly deal with the monster that had already begun to transform into a dragon?

"Luchen, what are you doing?"

At this moment, he saw Lucheng taking out the Red Maple from the car.

"What are you doing?"

Luchen tilted his head, grinned, and said, "Of course, I'm going to save my senior sister."

And incidentally, butcher that guy who sounds pretty strong.

He leaned slightly, a strong airflow rising, lifting the hair of many in Team A. His figure disappeared at the end of the path.

"Realm...In an instant."

Chu Zihang watched the disappearing figure and said lightly.