136: Accident

In the middle of the arena.

Locke Galahad and Jason were focused, like two high-speed trucks,

Crashing violently into each other.

Boom!

It was as if a cannonball had exploded in the center of the arena.

The violent tremor caused by the collision made the towering statue of the Goddess of the Night next to them shake violently several Times,

Almost falling to the ground.

If Time, a loyal follower of the Goddess of the Night cult, hadn't secretly pushed it back, the Goddess statue would have been covered in dust today.

After the collision, the one-sided situation Time had anticipated did not materialize.

Although Locke Galahad was at a disadvantage, being sent flying several meters, he still landed steadily on the ground, seemingly unharmed.

And across from him,

Jason, who seemed to have more momentum and a higher realm, actually took on Locke Galahad, who was only Sequence 9 and hadn't yet broken through to Sequence 8,

And even he took a step back after their full-power clash.

If this achievement were to be placed in the extraordinary circle, it would probably shock many people.

From the results, Locke Galahad seemed to be crushed, but in reality, that wasn't the case.

"This kid is truly tenacious," Time couldn't help but praise when he saw Locke Galahad's performance.

After all, Jason was a Sequence 7 powerhouse who had already vaguely touched the threshold of Sequence 6.

According to Time's estimation, normally, this blow, while not fatal, should have knocked Locke Galahad down and unable to get up.

Who knew that Locke Galahad not only appeared unharmed but also made Jason, that big guy, take a step back in their clash.

This was Sequence 7, Sequence 7!

If it were Marcus or William, they would probably have been smashed to pieces by that blow.

To put it simply,

It was like a child facing an adult and actually knocking the adult to the ground.

This is why even Time, this knowledgeable old man, couldn't remain calm.

One must know that this was an extraordinary sequence, not an ordinary person's fight.

There were very strict level restrictions between sequences.

Unless you possessed some particularly heaven-defying extraordinary item or skill, it was possible to fight across sequences.

Otherwise, a higher sequence would basically crush or slaughter a lower sequence.

Locke Galahad appeared uninjured externally, but his internal organs had still suffered a considerable impact.

A mouthful of fresh blood welled up to his mouth, but he forcibly swallowed it back down.

Looking at Jason, who had only taken one step back, to be honest, he was very surprised:

"It seems that high sequences aren't as strong as I imagined."

Jason, across from him, looked down at his retreating right foot and couldn't help but let out a roar:

"Yah-ho!"

He seemed very dissatisfied with this result, as even though he wasn't very clever, he could sense the extraordinary aura on Locke Galahad,

Which was still far from the stage he was in.

He had originally thought that this blow would directly kill the thief who stole his mask.

But unexpectedly, the other party was still standing in front of him, completely intact, showing no signs of injury.

Jason then raised his head again and charged towards Locke Galahad once more, giving off a feeling of wanting to fight to the death.

"It seems it's my turn to step in."

Although Locke Galahad seemed fine, Time knew he would die if the fight continued.

But just as Time was about to step out to stop this meaningless struggle,

Locke Galahad, across from Jason, quickly raised his hand: "Wait a moment! I have something to say."

At his shout, not only did Time stop, but even Jason, as if bewildered, also came to a halt.

Both of them looked at him, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Sigh!"

Locke Galahad sighed, knowing that given the current situation, he could only temporarily entrust the mask to Jason.

Because he had just noticed that his mental strength had dropped from 6 points back to 5 points.

Locke Galahad guessed that perhaps the side effect of Great Muscle Tyrant had reached a critical point, causing his mental strength, which had finally risen to 6 points, to fall back down.

If he continued to fight, he had no confidence in winning against Jason.

His previous battle with Marcus and William had consumed a lot of his energy, and now the side effects were gradually manifesting in him.

He felt extremely tired.

Continuing the fight, not only did he have no confidence, but he also saw no hope of victory.

Jason not only overpowered him in strength but also in speed.

Just one exchange of blows made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

If he were in peak condition, plus the unclaimed rewards,

And if he was lucky enough to draw good items, he might have a chance to exchange a few more blows with the opponent.

But it would only be a few blows; the hope of victory would still be slim.

"I can't lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of this one mask. Serena and the others are behind me; I can't take risks."

However, he did not feel despair because of this.

Because Locke Galahad knew that with the system, as long as he was given a little more Time,

One day, he would surpass Jason on the extraordinary path, and that day would definitely not be too far away, which is why he decided to hand over the mask first.

These thoughts were completed in an instant.

After figuring it out, Locke Galahad reached behind him and took out the lacrosse mask again.

The moment he saw the mask appear, Jason was eager to rush over.

Seeing this, Locke Galahad quickly threw the mask in his hand with all his might.

The bronze mask drew a graceful arc in the air, flying towards the far right side of the room.

Jason didn't even think; he immediately turned and rushed towards the mask.

It was clear that this mask was very important to him; it must have been given to him by his mother.

Locke Galahad breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he guessed correctly; Jason was indeed after the mask.

The mask, which had flown out less than a few dozen meters, suddenly flew back into his hand.

"Hmm?" Locke Galahad's eyes widened suddenly, somewhat stunned.

What did this mean?

What? Could it be that this mask is clinging to me?

Meanwhile, Jason felt like he had been tricked, and his eyes behind the plastic mask became somewhat bloodshot.

He glared fiercely at Locke Galahad, like an enraged bull,

And charged towards Locke Galahad again with even greater speed.

"I don't need you for now; you should quietly and honestly go back to this big guy."

Locke Galahad soothed the mask in his mind twice.

Then, when Jason was 10 meters in front of him, he violently threw the mask out again.

It could be said to be a close call.

Just a few more seconds, and Jason would have crashed into him.

His current body couldn't withstand too many blows.

Jason paused, glared at him fiercely, and then continued to chase after the mask.

Perhaps in his eyes, the mask was more important than Locke Galahad, the thief.

But as expected,

The mask came back again.

As if an invisible thread was pulling it,

Just as Jason raised his hand to grab it, it flew back into Locke Galahad's hand with even greater speed.

What he wanted, he couldn't get; what he didn't want, he couldn't shake off.