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"Where are you going?"

"Down with Chardo!"

"That's level 8! And you're going to use your rag-like body?" Allen sneered.

"nothing dealing with you!"

It wasn't because he had lost to Chardo again, but because he was angry at his own incompetence in succumbing to violence, and recklessly demanded another fight.

Allen stared at Otta, who didn't turn around, his eyes narrowing, and then...

"Then go to hell!"

Without hesitation, he thrust out his silver spear, but Ota blocked it at the last second.

"What do you want to do?"

"Since you're prepared to die, then give me your experience points! Let me crush that armored bastard!" Allen coldly proposed.

During their week-long battle with Belle, the abilities of these executives were honed to their limits, leaving them with nothing but the one and only great achievement.

The way to defeat Chardo is to elevate your rank before the final battle!

When Ota realized that Allen really intended to take the wall he had to break down, conflict became inevitable.

The super-speed silver spear and the extra-standard steel sword collided, creating a hurricane-like impact, a monstrous roar, and a deafening crash.

The collision of speed and power delivered the final blow to the surrounding half-destroyed buildings.

Just as this farcical private feud was unfolding...

"Clap clap clap—" The crisp applause quietly fell.

"Wow, that's quite something." The elegant and easygoing voice made the two of them freeze in their tracks. At the end of the street, a gray-haired man wearing a black and white mask, a cloak, and holding a tin staff watched the fight with great interest.

Beside him, ten soldiers clad in black armor stared intently at the two men with cold, crazed eyes, as if they were looking at prey.

Chapter 189 Anya: Three Weeks of Fortune! The Cat Stands Up, Meow! (4k)

"!"

Allen sheathed his spear and stared ahead.

"Where did this rat come from?"

“You can call me Joker.” Ciel spread his hands, revealing an innocent-looking face. “Why did you stop? If you kill the strongest man in the city, I’ll specially allow you to join us, okay? What do you say?”

"Are you kidding me!" Allen wrinkled his nose, lowered his center of gravity, and assumed a charging stance.

"You don't want to? You were having so much fun just now. Or is the treatment not good enough? How about this, if you come over, I can give you a [Chariot] too."

"Are you insulting me?! You stinking rat!!"

Allen's black hair bristled, his body leaned forward, the ground shattered, and in a short instant, he created a distance of tens of meters, his silver spear aimed straight for Charles's throat.

"Allen! Stop!" Otta cried out, but it was too late.

As Charles gently tapped his staff, ten black armors instantly dispersed.

A soldier wielding a massive black shield blocked Allen's path, and the silver spear clashed with the shield, sparks flying.

On the other side, a black soldier wielding a powerful bow fired a burning fire arrow.

Allen took a step and rolled, deflecting the fire arrows with his spear and creating a spear flower, blocking the giant axe strikes that came from the left and right sides.

The immense force pushed Allen back several meters, and he stomped his feet repeatedly to barely regain his balance.

“Level 5!” He looked up at the ten black-armored soldiers, his eyes filled with seriousness.

"What? Scared?" Charles mocked arrogantly. "There are only four of them."

He pointed behind Allen: "You should take a look at your companions."

Reminded by Charles, Allen glanced behind him and saw that six other black-armored soldiers had surrounded the heavily injured Ota.

The attack from six level 5 attackers had already left Ota, who was still recovering from serious injuries, struggling to defend himself.

"Stop messing around, Ota! Look at your ugly posture!" Allen roared in astonishment.

A cold glint flashed in his peripheral vision as a sharp blade slashed out from a blind spot, stopping Allen's movement.

"Where are you looking? This is your battlefield, isn't it?" Charles tapped his staff lightly.

The lightning scorched the cat-people's prized fur.

"Distraction will kill you!"

"Damn it—" the cat-man roared, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty ferocity: "Ota, if you dare to give my experience points to someone else, I'll devour your bones alive!"

He used the rubble of nearby buildings to dash out in a flash.

Behind them, soldiers specializing in magic unleashed a barrage of cannon fire without incantation, repeatedly restricting Allen's movement range.

However, the fairy soldiers were too clumsy to restrain Allen's speed. The black lightning instantly bypassed the blockade of the four vanguards, and the silver light rushed towards the manipulator, Charles.

The massive, black shield once again blocked Allen's attack, but this time he did not retreat. Instead, he used the momentum to leap forward and throw his silver spear at Charles.

"Oh dear... that was dangerous."

The silver spear pierced through the black soldier's body and stopped thirty centimeters in front of Charles.

The moment Allen landed, he transformed into black light again and struck the gun barrel with his palm.

The spear pierced through the shield guard, but Allen grasped it again. However, what awaited Allen was not Ciel's corpse, but the engulfing flames...

"Boom, boom, boom, boom -"

The magic that had been besieging Ota turned its attention to Allen.

Allen swung his gun, shattering the fireball and sending flames scattering across the street. Behind the flames, a jet-black arrow pierced through the fire and pierced through his body.

"Well----"

The black cat rolled and fell, creating a cloud of smoke, then clutched its bleeding shoulder and gasped for breath.

"Kill one..."

He was thinking this, but upon closer inspection, he saw white smoke rising from the shield guard's body, and the torn chest was gradually healing.

"Self-regeneration!" Allen's expression froze on his face.

Ciel adjusted his mask, a playful look on his face. "Don't rush, little kitty. The game... has only just begun!"

……

The battle, which lasted for more than thirty rounds, resumed.

Allen, covered in dust, broke through the smoke and dust kicked up by the magical cannon fire, his feet creating a shower of sparks.

"Gu————"

It wasn't Allen who was first trapped in a desperate situation. Behind him, a metallic clang rang out as the greatsword was deflected by the giant axe and rolled to the ground.

Allen turned around and saw Ota kneeling on one knee, panting heavily.

"You... what a pathetic sight you look in!?"

Barely managing to stop, Allen shook off the blood from the tip of his gun, his body trembled, and then he roared:

"Ota! When did your limbs become so weak?! When did your enormous body become able to tear apart the weapons of a few small fry?!"

"Don't joke around! The 'strongest' I vowed to surpass, having discarded everything superfluous, isn't something like this!"

The wounded and wrecked pig-man, controlled by his emotions and anger, was unable to utter a word of explanation.

He did indeed weaken, unable to rise from the "ravages," to the point that even maggots in the swamp could tear at his flesh.

"Get up! You stinking boar! I'm not abandoning that 'idiot' for something like this!!!"

“Eren…you…” Ota was speechless, this was something Eren had never revealed before.

"Stand up! Fight to the last moment!"

The sharp spear light achieved its first victory, tearing apart the wandering archers.

and……

"That's outrageous, Ota!"

"It's so funny, I can't even laugh!"

"You're not the only one being ravaged!"

"We are utterly ashamed that we couldn't even withstand the aftershocks!"

On the battlefield between the two, a new figure appeared: four little brothers, wielding their respective weapons, tore through the blockade of the fairy soldiers and relieved Ota of four portions of the pressure.

On the other side, a ball of lightning illuminating the sky poured down, and black blades stretching for more than ten meters cleaved through the ruins.

The black and white elves stood on the stone pillars on either side, their cold gazes sweeping over everything.

"How dare they ambush our ace in the 'Battle Wilderness'? Isn't that far too arrogant! Dark Faction!"

"Darkness will eventually pass away, crumbling under the blow of my demonic sword."

Having surveyed the entire battle scene, Ciel lowered his head and let out a cold laugh:

"Great, all the prey came out at once! Saves me the trouble of searching for them one by one."

A gentle breeze swept by, and the muscular corpse of an orc soldier flew past Sharl, a fist print clearly visible in the center of his shattered armor.

Ota's fur stood on end, and his blood-red eyes blazed with murderous intent.

"After that, how can you still say such things with such a shameless attitude?"

Allen spat out a mouthful of blood: "Why waste words with him? Just kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dust billowed up from the black battlefield, and the silver spear light was once again aimed at Charles.

This time, without the extra fairy soldiers to protect them, the lightning and the roars of the beasts completely suppressed the battle line.

"Hmph, you're so confident? With your body covered in wounds, how could you possibly hurt me?"