Lv3, First Battle!

After the Beast Cult Protector finished speaking, the sparse black fur all over his body grew dense.

The nails on his hands, originally only half a foot long, stretched to a full foot.

Under the sunlight, his nails reflected a cold, chilling gleam.

At that moment, the Beast Cult Protector looked even more like a sinister rat.

The Demon Suppression Division member's face was pale, and the wounds on his body were still bleeding. "Attacking here—aren't you afraid my colleagues will come and kill you?"

"You should be the one who's afraid." The Beast Cult Protector said coldly, "This place is remote. Other than the constables patrolling the streets, who else could come save you?"

"It will take time for the Demon Suppression Division to arrive. Don't tell me you expect those patrolling constables to save you. They're trash—they'd only be throwing away their lives."

After saying that, the Beast Cult Protector pointed toward a corner by the wall.

"And this place is so remote that even the constables can't get here. Hm?"

He froze halfway through his sentence.

Because with that casual point, he had seen a head vanish from the corner.

He rubbed his eyes, certain that he had not been mistaken. A head really had disappeared just now.

"Someone's there!"

The Beast Cult Protector reacted instantly.

"Kill the Demon Suppression Division man first!"

The cold aura around him grew even denser. This time, he wasted no words and charged straight at the Demon Suppression Division member.

He was incredibly fast, leaving an afterimage in midair. The cold gleam reflecting off his nails made the Demon Suppression Division member squint.

At the brink of death, the Demon Suppression Division member's desire to survive erupted. He swung his longsword across his body.

In almost an instant, it blocked the Beast Cult Protector's nails.

Clang!

The sound of metal striking metal rang out sharply.

Cracks spread inch by inch across the longsword.

The Demon Suppression Division member tasted sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. He staggered back several steps with heavy thuds before crashing into the wall behind him.

Crack!

The longsword shattered in response, leaving only its hilt in his hand.

The Beast Cult Protector did not stop. He leaped again, slashing toward the Demon Suppression Division member's neck.

If this strike landed, his head would definitely be severed.

The Demon Suppression Division member had already closed his eyes.

With his weapon broken and his body badly wounded, there was no way for him to escape danger now.

But at that moment, the sound of something cutting through the air suddenly rang out. The Demon Suppression Division member snapped his eyes open.

The corner of the alley was still empty, yet more than a dozen blinding white knife lights flew out from it.

The knife lights were icy and imposing beyond compare.

The Beast Cult Protector sensed danger at once and raised his nails to meet the knife lights.

Crack!

The knife lights dispersed, and cracks appeared in the Beast Cult Protector's nails.

"Who is it?!"

The corner remained empty, but those knife lights had clearly flown from there.

His fingers were numb. The previous attack had shaken cracks into his nails.

The lingering force had traveled through his nails, leaving his fingers completely numb.

The Beast Cult Protector said coldly, "I bear no grudge against you, Your Excellency. Why must you involve yourself in this mess?"

The Demon Suppression Division member stood stunned, but he reacted quickly.

"Knife Light Forms a Line!"

"It's the mysterious expert!"

Almost instantly, the Demon Suppression Division member shouted loudly.

"Senior, this man is an enemy of our Demon Suppression Division. If you are willing to help, the entire Demon Suppression Division will be deeply grateful!"

He had to call him Senior.

Their earlier assessment had been that this mysterious expert was at least a Third-Rate Expert, since he could make Knife Light Forms a Line.

But the situation now was entirely different.

This was more than forming a line—it was practically forming a sheet!

There had been more than a dozen knife lights, and they had seemed to be casually thrown out.

Terrifying!

The Demon Suppression Division member could only hope that the other party possessed the bearing of a righteous man and would save him.

Yet no sound came from around the corner.

A cold breeze swept past, and all was silent.

The Beast Cult Protector and the Demon Suppression Division member exchanged a glance. They could even sense each other's embarrassment.

A while passed.

"You should die first!"

The nails on the Beast Cult Protector's hands lengthened again as he clawed at the Demon Suppression Division member.

He decided to deal with the enemy before him first, then handle that mysterious person.

The Demon Suppression Division member reflexively closed his eyes.

At that moment, the sound of air being torn apart rang out again, followed by another dozen or so knife lights.

The Beast Cult Protector smashed the knife lights apart with a backhand blow, but his nails shattered once more.

Forcing himself to endure the pain, he was furious beyond measure.

"Are you sick or something? If you've got the guts, come out! Why are you hiding there and ambushing me?"

"You're a martial artist, right? Isn't this against martial honor? Sneaking up on me!"

"Come out here!"

The air remained silent. No one answered him.

A thought suddenly struck the Demon Suppression Division member.

When I closed my eyes just now, the mysterious expert attacked. When I opened them, the attacks stopped.

Since he's a mysterious expert, he won't want to reveal his identity. I think I understand now!

Yes, that must be it!

Excitement appeared on the Demon Suppression Division member's face, and the Beast Cult Protector happened to see it.

"What are you so happy about?" the Beast Cult Protector asked.

"You're about to be finished!" The Demon Suppression Division member turned around excitedly, deliberately not looking toward the corner as he shouted, "Senior, I can't see anything now. You can attack without worry!"

The Beast Cult Protector: "..."

Why did he feel so unlucky today?

He had clearly come out to take revenge, yet this ridiculous situation had somehow happened.

Was this Demon Suppression Division member sick in the head?

The other person had not even said he would save him, so why was he acting so excited?

"Forget it. I'll kill you first!"

The Beast Cult Protector had made up his mind. Even if he had to take some injuries, he would deal with the Demon Suppression Division member first.

Just as he was about to turn around, movement finally came from the corner that had remained empty all this time.

A knife extended from around the corner. It was impossible to see who held it; only one hand was visible.

Then, a man carrying a knife stepped out from the corner.

The Beast Cult Protector stared at the man's constable uniform and froze on the spot.

The Demon Suppression Division member did not turn around at all. He kept his eyes shut, not daring to look.

These days, if the other party wanted to hide his identity and he truly saw something he should not have seen, he would probably lose his life.

"You!"

The Beast Cult Protector was greatly shocked. He had never expected it to truly be a constable.

After the shock passed, his expression darkened. Turning into an afterimage, he pounced directly at Zhou An.

"I'll kill you first!"

"A dozen or so knife lights—I can still withstand them!"

"Even if I get hurt, I'll kill you!"

The Beast Cult Protector was extremely fast.

He had already made up his mind. Even if he was injured, he would kill this man first.

Zhou An remained standing at the corner.

When the Beast Cult Protector pounced at him, he did not retreat. Instead, he slowly raised his long knife.

Seeing this, the Beast Cult Protector suddenly sensed danger.

The other party was far too composed!

But there was no turning back now. He could only grit his teeth and continue charging forward.

Zhou An smiled.

A dozen or so?

That seemed a little too few.

The long knife traced an arc.

The next moment, dazzling white knife lights filled the entire alley like a blazing sun.