Chapter 117

"How?!" Everyone's faces paled with fright at the ease with which Severin killed one of the Blood-Drinker Gang's top seven fighters.

"Kill them!" Recovering from his brief stupefaction, Monte immediately ordered an attack, believing that sheer numbers would overwhelm Severin, even if the latter possessed the same strength as Larry or Blade.

However, Severin moved instantly, snatching a machete from a younger member of the Cedar Gang and rushing into the crowd. (The website plug has been removed.)

"Ah!" A highly skilled Blood-Drinker Gang fighter was beheaded. Blood sprayed across the air as another fighter collapsed.

In a series of rapid strikes, the remaining reinforcements were all beheaded. Seven people died in seconds—a testament to Severin's speed.

"Impossible!" Monte's face contorted in disbelief. The scene felt like a nightmare. He considered himself a skilled fighter, yet Severin seemed stronger than a hundred men combined. Blood splattered again as One-Eye and Kevin, clutching their necks, collapsed, fear etched on their faces before death. "No, this is impossible!" Monte clenched his fist, about to flee, but a blur flashed past him. Severin's machete had landed in his neck. "Spare me! Please spare me!" Monte pleaded, his voice trembling. He finally understood true fear.

"Hehe, wouldn't it have been better to live a quiet life? I didn't want to kill you, but there's no point after your collusion with Riverson. Lowlifes like you are the kind I hate most!" Severin's quick slash sent blood spurting from Monte's neck, staining his own body.

Monte crashed to the ground. Severin turned, without a glance at the corpse. "Your strongest men are dead. Anyone who wants the same fate is welcome to fight!"

Everything happened too quickly. While Larry and Blade killed a few Cedar Gang members, Severin had already decimated their top fighters, beheading the seven strongest Blood-Drinker Gang members.

Standing motionlessly, Severin seemed like a god of death. His aloofness and indifference were intimidating.

"Please forgive us!" Some Cedar Gang members immediately knelt, lacking confidence despite their numbers. Continued fighting meant certain death, possibly in vain, as their ability to harm Severin was questionable.

"Sir, it was our mistake! We followed our leader's instructions!" More knelt. Seeing others prostrate themselves, the rest tossed down their weapons and followed suit.

"Mister Severin! You're you're incredibly strong!" Blade gulped, his voice trembling. Despite his extensive experience, he was shocked.

Severin's strength was unparalleled. Blade, once believing himself immensely powerful, realized his own insignificance before the Dracodeus Temple's Supreme Leader.