Many people in this generation of the Rakshasa Republican Party were actually remnants of the previous generation.
The current leader had even been the trusted aide of one of the cadres back then.
When Peter was still around, he had passed on his "Black Panther Battle Qi" to his subordinates. As the trusted aide of one of the cadres, the leader had received part of that inheritance as well.
Limited by both his circumstances and his talent, his strength had failed to reach the Hundred Refinements Realm, but he was still far beyond any ordinary soldier.
That guy has killed at least a dozen or twenty people by now. There's no way he hasn't been worn down at all!
He knew what a Hundred Refinements Realm martial artist was capable of. Under normal circumstances, he could never be a match for one—but this wasn't a normal situation!
As the thought flashed through his mind, the two sides had already clashed.
Yet after just one exchange, the leader realized he had been wrong.
His opponent had indeed been worn down, but he was still beyond the leader's ability to withstand!
Or rather, the fact that he was still alive and fighting the man was already the result of his opponent's exhaustion. Otherwise, he would have died beneath that blade long ago.
"Pointless resistance. You should know very well that you can't possibly be my opponent!"
The battle-hardened Smith Officer began disrupting his opponent with words, throwing his mentality into disarray.
"Your greatest advantage atop this wall is your numbers. But while you and I are locked in combat, the others can't intervene—and they can't shoot, either. All they can do is watch helplessly as I kill you!"
There was naturally a reason the Smith Officer had resorted to his war of