I never expected Longinus to possess such combat prowess, able to exchange more than a dozen moves with Ying Gou without being defeated.
But thinking about it, anyone capable of injuring Jesus naturally had extraordinary abilities.
I was not worried about Ying Gou at all. It was obvious that he had not used his full strength.
Surprise also showed in Ying Gou's eyes. All along, he had looked down on the combat abilities of those from the Church. Even the so-called Templar Knights were nothing much in his eyes—better equipped, perhaps, with some so-called Holy Light blessing.
Yet Longinus before him made his eyes light up. The Church actually had someone this capable.
But Longinus could not really be considered one of the Church. After all, even the Pope could not command him. He was a saint of Jesus; in terms of status, even the Pope was beneath him.
I did not dare focus all my attention on the fight in the middle of the field. Who knew whether they might take this chance to attack my father and me?
After all, everything they wanted was in the car.
Thinking of that, I instinctively glanced at our car. Could someone have gotten in and stolen those two Holy Relics? If that happened, my father and that Senior Brother He's efforts would have been for nothing.
Sure enough, I saw a shadow approaching the car.
I immediately threw out a cluster of flames.
In my urgency, I had no choice but to use Samadhi True Fire.
The shadow was startled as well and immediately retreated several steps.
It was a person dressed entirely in black. Even his face was black, making the whites of his eyes appear especially white.
Dad saw him too. He rushed over and punched toward the man's