How Did You Do It?

Bawudong stood with his hands behind his back, looking over calmly.

After sizing up the two people and the skeleton, he said with some surprise, "I really underestimated you. No matter. You'll all die here anyway."

It seemed that this Divine Punishment Cult Elder felt little over the deaths of his subordinates.

Instead, he was even more determined to kill them.

No one answered him, but the atmosphere around them grew increasingly heavy.

The next second, the Adventurer Team attacked at once, charging toward him.

"Bawudong" was even faster. His body moved like lightning as he rushed straight at Ortluk, swinging out a powerful Whip Kick.

Ortluk raised his sword to block. Bang! A deafening crash rang out as a Qi Wave spread outward.

The immense force sent Ortluk sliding back two or three meters uncontrollably, his arms going numb.

Bawudong withdrew his leg and grabbed the stabbing dagger with one hand, flinging Bartholomew away before bending backward to evade Cavina's sweeping strike at his waist.

The towering brute displayed astonishing awareness and flexibility.

It was a stark contrast to his appearance.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Wu Heng seized the opportunity and pulled the trigger. Bullets tore through the air toward the target.

Stay in that position. I refuse to believe you can dodge bullets.

Bawudong, still bent backward, turned his head toward him. A layer of scale-like keratin instantly covered his body, as if he had suddenly put on thick armor.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The bullets struck Bawudong's body, leaving dent after dent.

Wu Heng's eyes widened at the sight.

This was no longer a matter of level or combat strength.

How could flesh withstand bullets?

He had gone through so much trouble to find all these bullets, and before he could even enjoy showing them off for a few days, this guy was taking them head-on. That was too much.

The gunfire had enraged Bawudong.

His cold eyes turned toward Wu Heng, filled with fury and Killing Intent.

He straightened his waist and rose upright in an instant.

At that moment, Ortluk charged in again. His sword slashed down with a howling wind, and Bawudong twisted aside to evade, arching his back as the scales blocked Cavina's attack.

Bawudong turned again and threw a straight punch at Bartholomew.

Bang!

His fist shattered the window, sending rubble flying everywhere.

Bawudong snatched two pieces of rubble out of the air and hurled them forcefully at Wu Heng.

The stones were as fast as bullets, leaving only the sound of whistling wind.

Wu Heng saw the motion but failed to catch sight of the stones. He instinctively dodged to the side, but one of them still struck him.

His leather armor let out a bang, as if he had been struck solidly with a hammer, forcing him back several steps.

Enduring the bone-breaking pain in his chest, he aimed at the target again and pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullets flew out once more, shattering scales and leaving wounds across the target's body.

But they caused no substantial damage.

The three at the main battlefield continued to fight Bawudong.

This elder's strength truly far exceeded Wu Heng's expectations.

What kind of profession could grow scales over someone's body?

The reinforcements still had not arrived. Why were they taking so long?

Don't tell me all the Central District guards were transferred away?

Bawudong was large and powerful, yet his body was extraordinarily agile. While fending off the three-person assault, his gaze still flicked toward Wu Heng from time to time, as if he were ready to rush over and kill him first at any moment.

The Adventurer Team's attacks remained relentless. Their weapons struck the scales with a series of metallic clinks.

Whoosh!

Bawudong took a running start and drove a Knee Strike into Bartholomew's chest.

Crack! Clack!

The sounds of Bone Fracture and a Mechanical Buckle snapping shut rang out at the same time.

Bartholomew, who had been sent flying, was yanked back by a silver iron ring.

Under the glaring light, a silver-white Handcuff connected Bawudong's lower leg to Bartholomew's wrist.

The sudden change caused Bawudong, who was withdrawing his leg, to lose his footing and stagger slightly.

Ortluk and Cavina charged forward again, their Iron Swords chopping down at his head in unison.

Clang! Clang!

Their weapons struck the scales on his back as though they had hit Iron Armor.

Furious, Bawudong raised his leg and kicked at Bartholomew on the other end of the cuff, intending to kill the man restraining him with a single kick.

Just then, the illuminating lights suddenly dimmed.

Something fell from above.

Bawudong instinctively looked up, forming his fingers into a blade with his right hand as he chopped upward.

Splurt!

It was as though he had cut through a water balloon, and liquid splashed everywhere.

The next second, a searing Burning Sensation spread across his face.

The lights came back on. Bawudong swayed, frantically wiping at his eyes with both hands.

"Kill him, now!"

Bartholomew tugged on the Handcuffs, forcefully pulling Bawudong's leg apart and restricting his movement.

Ortluk and Cavina slashed their weapons toward his neck and head.

Splurt!

The sound of blades entering flesh rang out. Sharp blades tore through skin and flesh, leaving bloody gashes.

Wu Heng quickly moved closer as well, keeping a certain distance before firing a shot at Bawudong's head.

Bang!

Bawudong's head snapped back, but he did not fall immediately.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang out without pause, bullets raining down upon the target's head.

Experience gained +125.

Bawudong's body fell backward with a bang, ending up seated against the wall in the corner.

Ortluk still did not lower his guard. He stepped forward and slashed at the corpse's head.

Splurt!

The blade severed Bawudong's neck, and his head rolled away with a rumble.

Only then did the few of them let out breaths of relief and sit on the ground to recover their strength.

They opened potions and drank them.

"Captain, there aren't any others, right?" Wu Heng asked, leaning against the wall.

Ortluk said, "Bawudong is dead. There shouldn't be anyone else."

"If there are, we need to run. If this keeps up, we'll be dying for the Association."

"Mm." Ortluk grunted, but said nothing more.

At that moment, dense footsteps came from the direction of the hall.

The three tensed up and immediately rose to their feet, watching ahead warily.

In the darkness, they first saw torchlight. Then, a leopard moved forward with light steps, appearing in their field of vision first.

Behind it came Slyther in leather armor with an Iron Sword at her waist, followed by Blackstone Town's guard commander and a large number of guards.

Slyther swept her gaze over the decapitated corpse on the ground, her voice stern and cold. "What happened?"

Ortluk pointed at the corpse. "Bawudong. A Divine Punishment Cult Elder."

Everyone frowned, then their expressions abruptly changed.

Bawudong had been in the city. Then who had the people who left the city gone to capture?

Torches lit up the Adventurer's Hall once more.

The stream of people entering was divided into several squads to search the surrounding area, protect the Town Hall and Lord's Mansion, treat the injured, and inspect the scene.

The healers bandaged the three of them and provided Healing Potions and Mental Potions.

After drinking some, Wu Heng's condition visibly improved.

At that moment, the squad searching the area returned and reported, "Commander, Madam Slyther, there are eight dead in total. No wounded or other enemies were found."

The commanding officer frowned slightly and looked at the four injured people. "There were only three of you? You killed them all? How did you do it?"