Chapter 1812


    Leon was slightly inferior in terms of speed whenpared to Joel and needed more time to dodge or


    change his position. At the veryst moment, he titled his body to take the attack with the Mirror of


    Sovereign on his chest.


    "You''ll die, kid!" Seeing how Leon''s chest was open for attack, Joel struck without hesitation.


    "It''s over. Mister Wolf''s going to lose."


    ...


    Mason and the two young men paled as their hearts sank.


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    Mason, who was the first man Leon ever recruited, was grateful toward Leon and instantly fell into the


    depth of his despair when he saw that Leon was about to be hit in the chest, knowing that Leon would


    suffer irreversible damage even if he survived.


    "Great! Die, you little bast*rd!" Contrary to their reaction, Seth burst outughing as though Leon was


    already dead.


    He knew that as powerful as Loen might be, he was only made of flesh and bones; taking a direct blow


    from a martial artist who was close to reaching the Emperor State meant nothing but death.


    As he enjoyed the moment of victory, what happened next shook him to his core.


    "Baam!"


    Following a deafening sound, Joel''s strikended on Leon''s chest, but Leon did not budge and was


    completely unaffected by it.


    "Wh- What the! This isn''t possible!" Joel could not believe what he was seeing.


    He thought that he could destroy Leon with a single blow, and to his bewilderment, not only was Leon


    unscathed, he did not even move under the impact.


    It was so surreal that he would have never believed it if he did not it with his own eyes.


    "Joel, you are the one who should die!" Leon sneered and took the opportunity to strike.


    Heunched a punch at the speed of lightning toward Joel''s chest.


    "No!" Joel was terrified and wanted to dodge, but was still stuck in the momentum of his initial attack


    and could only watch as Leon''s attack approached.


    As a martial artist in the Semi-Emperor State, he refused to ept fate and tilted his body to the side at


    the veryst moment, sessfully dodging the attack that was supposed tond on his chest, only for


    it tond on his shoulder instead.


    "Snap!"


    Joel was sent flying into the distance and mmed hard against the ground, with one of his arms


    broken under the impact.


    As soon as hended, a sharp pain pierced through his chest and he spewed a mouthful of blood from


    the internal injuries he suffered.