Chapter 61: Nothing But Effort and Sweat

After this incident, Leon finally understood why the cultivation of demonic cultivators in fantasy novels progressed so rapidly.

In all the time he had possessed the job panel, this was the first time he had experienced such a rocket-like leveling speed.

Of course, for ordinary half-bloods with weak willpower and insufficient physical resilience, dragon blood was undoubtedly a deadly poison.

'No wonder the cultivation methods in Shenzhou generally advocate the simultaneous refinement of both body and mind.'

And this was merely the dragon blood of a fourth-generation pure-blood; if it were replaced with a third-generation or even a second-generation, Leon felt that the [Half-blood] class could reach max level in a single bound.

Upon careful reflection, however, the attributes provided by a level-ten [Half-blood] were only [Physical Strength 3, Mental Strength 2], which was not particularly exaggerated.

It was simply that Leon currently possessed multiple classes, which stacked his numerical stats to a terrifying degree.

Naturally, he owed his current stats entirely to his own hard work and sweat.

Yet even so, Leon's energy tier was still only one.

'Is my current strength still not enough to reach the second energy tier...'

Thinking of how Marcus had casually blown off the entire roof of an apartment building, Leon's gaze flickered.

The gap between the second energy tier and the first energy tier seemed even greater than he had imagined.

Being deep in the rain forest, and needing to guard against possible dead servants and corpse guards within the dragon tomb, Leon was in no hurry to return to Monterrey.

He simply found a tree stump near the edge of the clearing and sat down.

As the Executioner Division agents cleaning up the battlefield passed by Leon, they didn't even dare to breathe heavily, terrified of disturbing this terrifying figure who was resting.

Not long after, the battlefield was cleaned up.

At that moment, an Executioner Division agent who looked like a team leader walked up to Leon and said, with a mixture of respect and a trace of fear, "Sir, it has been cleared. We can—"

Bang—!

Amidst a dull gunshot, the team leader speaking in front of Leon was instantly blasted into two halves, and then the bullet passed through the corpse and struck Leon.

The tremendous kinetic energy drove his entire body backward.

Plop—

Leon landed among the soil of the rain forest and fell silent for a moment.

Seeing this, the remaining Executioner Division agents widened their eyes in shock.

"Ambush! Take cover!"

Before they could make a move, however, a dense barrage of gunfire engulfed everyone's bodies.

Soon, the clearing fell into a dead silence, with not a single living creature left standing.

Only then did several sets of footsteps gradually sound at the edge of the clearing, accompanied by a complaint-filled voice.

"Fu*k, no wonder the client told us not to be careless. Is this guy some kind of biochemical weapon? He took a heavy anti-material sniper rifle round head-on and didn't even get blown into mush."

"You stupid dog, why else would the employer pay such a high price?"

"Who are you calling a stupid dog?!"

Amidst the bickering, the voices drew closer and closer to where Leon lay.

Until a blonde man squatted down in front of Leon and caught sight of his icy golden pupils.

"！！F..."

The blonde man barely managed to start before his neck was snapped by a fair hand.

Under the ghost-like, horrified gazes of the mysterious group of people, Leon stood up.

At that very moment, an exaggeratedly large-caliber bullet was slowly being squeezed out from his chest.

The mysterious men saw no blood; they only saw milky-white energy rapidly repairing the wound caused by the bullet.

Leon twisted his neck, looked at the dozen figures sweating profusely in front of him, and muttered, "Mercenaries?"

"Morbleu! That bullet was injected with a heavy dose of anesthetic just now! Open fire and stall him!"

Seeing this, the one among the mysterious men who was clearly the leader shouted in a hurry.

As his voice fell, dense gunfire rang out once again.

Leon merely lowered his eyelids slightly, and an intangible domain instantly expanded.

The next moment, amidst everyone's incredulous gazes, the bullets they fired turned into rapidly spinning droplets of liquid metal before they could even approach his body.

Spiritual skill: Heaven and Earth as a Crucible.

Immediately after, these liquid metal droplets began to converge, forming a large saber radiating biting cold intent.

Leon had never learned swordsmanship; naturally, a broad and sweeping weapon like a saber suited him better.

He exhaled a gentle breath that stirred up the dust in the clearing, and then vanished from everyone's sight at extreme speed.

When he reappeared, he had already severed the head of a mysterious man.

"One."

The tolling bell of death sounded silently, and the monstrous, fair-figured silhouette continuously reaped lives.

Two...

Three...

Fear flooded the hearts of everyone present like a tidal wave.

They began firing wildly, but it was to no avail and sometimes even wounded their own teammates.

Lives vanished rapidly, until finally only the leader of the mysterious men remained alive.

He collapsed backward onto the ground, scrambling away with hands and feet.

Behind him stood the Grim Reaper, having thoroughly slaughtered the entire scene.

The leader of the mysterious men wore a panicked expression, endlessly muttering to himself, "How is this possible... That was a dosage strong enough to bring down a whale, why hasn't it taken effect?!"

Even now, he was still pinning his hopes on the anesthetic carried by the earlier anti-material sniper rifle round.

Unfortunately, he knew nothing of the Inverse Mortal Triple Transformation.

Nor did he understand what it meant to...

Keep all evils at bay and remain immune to all poisons.

Perhaps one day Leon would encounter a poison potent enough to break the Inverse Mortal Triple Transformation, but at least at this moment, these ordinary anesthetics were utterly incapable of breaching his state.

He looked at the utterly battered leader of the mysterious men and said coldly, "Speak. Who sent you?"

Of course, Leon wasn't going to finish the other man off with a single slash just like that.

He still had some doubts in his mind that required the other person to answer.

For instance, who had the audacity to surround and attack the Executioner Division of Cassell College.

And how this mercenary band had known that he would come to Monterrey to execute a mission today.

Of course, Leon already had some guesses in his mind regarding these doubts.

After all, among the Secret Party families who could learn of the Executioner Division's plan, had sufficient wealth to hire such a mercenary group, and held a grudge against him, there were only a handful.

'Gattuso, is it...?'

The family supposedly founded by the Odin suspected by Leon.

Yet he figured that the King of Skies and Wind shouldn't be that foolish; even if he truly wanted to capture him, after the last incident, he shouldn't have left it to a bunch of mercenaries.

Surely it would at least be a puppet wearing His mask?

Faced with Leon's questioning, the leader of the mysterious men seemed to ignore it entirely, simply lowering his head and continuing to crawl forward.

"Why hasn't it taken effect yet... Why hasn't it..."

Bang—

The familiar dull sound rang out once more.

Only this time, the target was not Leon, but the leader of the mysterious men on the ground.

Seeing the leader of the mysterious men similarly blasted into two halves, Leon remained unconcerned, his gaze snapping suddenly toward a small slope to the west.

"Got you."

Before the words had even faded, he had already bounded forward like a ferocious tiger.