Meanwhile, White Tiger’s blood boiled with excitement when he saw how fearsome his enemy’s attack was.
He didn’t expect the underworld to have someone so powerful left.
The attack came in a flash.
White Tiger bent backward so much that he almost touched the ground. With that, he was able to avoid the strike.
Swoosh!
Crack!
Typhoon’s knife missed and pierced the tree trunk behind him that was as thick as a man’s waist.
Suddenly, the tree cracked from the top to the bottom before exploding into smithereens, sending pieces of tree bark flying everywhere.
It was an extremely terrifying sight!
No wonder he was known as the greatest warrior in Quebec!
However, White Tiger only responded with a smile. “That’s pretty impressive. Now it’s my turn!”
With that, he lunged forward with a single punch.
At the same moment, Typhoon countered with his dagger.
Crack!
Somehow, White Tiger caught the dagger between his fingers and smashed his fist into Typhoon’s body.
Boom!
Upon impact, Typhoon was sent flying backward and crashed into a large tree.
Before he could pick himself up, White Tiger was upon him.
Bang!
He smashed another punch into Typhoon’s face.
Ooof!
Blood started to ooze out of Typhoon’s mouth.
He tried to counter but was held down by White Tiger, who gave him no room to maneuver.
Bang!
With Typhoon pinned, White Tiger pounded his fists repeatedly, just like a piledriver.
After more than twenty consecutive punches, Typhoon was covered in blood and no longer breathing.
It was a gruesome sight.
Scott and Theo’s eyes widened so wide as if they could pop out anytime.
Three thousand men were simply too few to provide a challenge. Thirty thousand men would have stood a better chance.
Back to the other nine groups.
When Scott’s subordinates clashed with Alfie’s men, they realized they had misjudged the enemy.
These people are mad! They’re too strong for us!
In their twenty years of fighting, they had never met such a formidable foe.
In a blink of an eye, the formations of the other nine groups were broken up. All of Scott’s subordinates collapsed on the ground while grimacing in pain.
All it took was two minutes to finish them off.
Thirteen thousand men were routed in a very short duration.
No one had expected such an outcome.
In their eyes, Scott was invincible. However, in the face of true strength, they couldn’t even last more than three minutes.
At that moment, Scott was dumbfounded when he realized Typhoon was dead and all three thousand of his elite troops had been routed.
What else did he have left? Nothing at all.
“Sir, the other nine groups have reported that they have been defeated! We’re finished. Everything is lost!” Even Theo was almost in tears.
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