133: despair

Locke Galahad's rising speed wasn't slow at all compared to Marcus's descent; it even seemed slightly faster.

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With a thunderous boom,

In the next second.

Marcus's claws and Locke Galahad's palms collided forcefully.

Upon contact, Locke Galahad smiled.

It turned out to be just for show.

Even though Marcus had fused with William, their combined strength still wasn't as great as his.

"It seems you're not all that after all!"

He gripped Marcus's sharp claws tightly and didn't let go, then brought him crashing down toward the ground.

The sky was Marcus's home turf, after all.

Locke Galahad wasn't foolish enough to fight him in the air; once they hit the ground, it would be his territory.

"Damn it, let go!"

Although Marcus was slightly disadvantaged in strength, he wasn't worried; strength was currently his weakest link.

Being dragged down by Locke Galahad like this just made him feel humiliated.

So, he swung the two wolf claws from beneath his ribs toward Locke Galahad.

But Locke Galahad was already prepared.

The melee instincts from Bloodthirsty Combat allowed him to quickly analyze the situation.

Using his hands for leverage, he climbed directly onto Marcus's back and pinned his wings.

At the same Time, Marcus's forward-reaching hands swung and missed as he was turned around.

Having lost their upward momentum, the two of them tumbled through the air and plummeted toward the ground.

Boom.

The floor, paved with cobblestones, was smashed into a small crater.

Locke Galahad's close-combat skills were far superior to Marcus's, so at the point of impact, he used Marcus as a cushion and pinned him underneath.

"Hehe!"

Before the dust could settle, he jerked his hands upward and ripped the wings right off Marcus's back.

He tossed them aside.

"Now let's see how you fly."

"Cough, cough... Ah!" Marcus had been dazed by the impact, but the intense stinging pain from his back instantly snapped him back to his senses.

He struggled hard beneath Locke Galahad, gnashing his teeth and cursing furiously:

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! You deserve to die! I'm going to kill you! I'm definitely going to kill you today!"

"Hmph, old man, now that we're on the ground, this is my home turf."

Locke Galahad's face was full of confidence.

Even though Marcus had four arms, he was still being pinned down firmly.

Sprawled on the ground, Marcus flailed his limbs wildly but couldn't move; every Time he tried to grab Locke Galahad with his four hands, Locke Galahad nimbly dodged.

"Hehe, you won't have a chance to escape like before."

Saying this, Locke Galahad clenched his fists and slammed them into Marcus's lumbar spine.

Once.

Twice.

Three Times.

Every punch was like a heavy hammer.

And they were incredibly fast.

Like a dense downpour of rain, they pummeled Marcus, leaving him no chance to resist.

Every blow landed solidly, fist to flesh, beating Marcus so hard he didn't even have a chance to scream.

Marcus was like someone caught in an armbar, with absolutely no way to counter.

"This guy's ground fighting skills are actually this strong. I can't hold back anymore."

After several failed attempts to grab Locke Galahad, Marcus gave up and decided to use his final trump card.

Just when Serena and Alfred thought Locke Galahad was about to win,

the mangled wolf head rotated 180 degrees.

It snapped around and lunged to bite Locke Galahad.

Of course, if it were just that,

that short, thick neck certainly wouldn't have been able to reach Locke Galahad.

Serena and Alfred had initially breathed a sigh of relief,

but the wolf head on Marcus's shoulder suddenly elongated, pouncing at Locke Galahad as if it were attached to a massive tentacle.

Seeing that Locke Galahad seemed to have been caught off guard, Marcus rejoiced:

"It worked!"

"Hmph, I've been on guard against you all along."

Locke Galahad's eyes had long since noted the strangeness of this wolf head.

Thus, even though the opponent couldn't reach him at first, he hadn't let down his guard.

His punching hands immediately reached forward and grabbed the neck below the wolf head—or rather, the tentacle.

With his feet planted on Marcus's back, he yanked outward with all his might.

"Ahhh!"

"No! Locke Galahad, let go! If you let go, we'll end this here today!"

"End this here?" Locke Galahad sneered, his hands erupting with even greater power.

"At this point, you must be dreaming. Have you forgotten that arrogant look you had earlier?"

"Do you need me to help you... remember... it?!"

Seeing that it wasn't easy to pull with just his hands, Locke Galahad tucked the Wolf-head tentacle under his arm.

His waist, arms, and legs all exerted force together.

He jerked upward violently.

With a squelch,

the Wolf-head tentacle, which Marcus considered one of his trump cards, was ripped out like a radish.

At the stump between the tentacle and the shoulder, small, earthworm-like strands of flesh were writhing,

as if they were trying to reattach the severed wolf head.

To avoid any risk, Locke Galahad grabbed the upper and lower jaws of the wolf head and performed another "separation."

This Time, he tore the tentacle from head to tail into two strips of flesh, rendering it useless.

"I could kill him once, I can kill him twice. Hmph."

Tossing the tentacle aside, Locke Galahad continued to condense Extraordinary Factors and began his onslaught.

After a couple of screams, Marcus threatened, "Locke Galahad, stop now! Don't push me! If you push me any further, I'll take you down with me!"

"Tch... if you can do it, go ahead and try."

Locke Galahad's fists didn't stop; he ignored him completely.

Marcus, hit twice more, turned completely ruthless. "Since you won't stop, then die with me!"

As he spoke, his previously closed abdomen split open again, and countless tiny tentacles flew out.

Each tentacle was tipped with the eye that had previously been in the center of the hexagram.

Then, a slit opened in the middle of those eyes, revealing sharp-toothed mouths.

They screamed violently:

Ying ying ying!

"Not good!"

Time, hidden in the shadows, saw these hundreds of screeching tentacles and instinctively wanted to help Locke Galahad,

because he knew well how terrifying this thing was.

While this thing couldn't hurt him anymore, it was a nearly devastating blow to Low-sequence transcendents like Serena and Locke Galahad.

But just as his Sound-shielding barrier had enveloped Serena and was about to spread to Locke Galahad,

he was completely dumbfounded.

Hmm?

Because Locke Galahad was unexpectedly unscathed by that Demonic Sound.

Not only that, but he reached out with his large hands and grabbed hundreds of the tiny tentacles.

This complete reversal of the natural order left Time stunned.

"This... how is this possible? This damn thing's screech attacks the soul directly; how could it be useless against him?"