36: Easy

In that instant, the tremendous explosive power erupting from between Kruto's legs caused the floor tiles to crack, scattering into fragments.

The next second, he launched himself like a truck with the accelerator floored, rushing violently toward Locke.

The entire attack was incredibly impactful, allowing Emilia and the three subordinates standing several meters behind Locke to feel the oncoming foul wind and intense psychological pressure.

Especially Alek, a Vampire who hadn't experienced much combat, felt slightly flustered under such a powerful impact.

"Can Lord win?"

Facing this high-pressure impact, Locke seemed as unaffected as if a gentle breeze were blowing against his face, feeling nothing at all.

He neither dodged nor prepared for a counterattack.

He simply stood firmly in place, bent his legs, crouched slightly, and assumed a parrying stance.

With a boom, dust filled the air.

The next second, Kruto collided with Locke.

But contrary to everyone's expectations, the scene of Locke being sent flying did not happen.

Instead, Kruto, like a GTR speeding at 200 yards, felt as if he had slammed into a steel fortress standing firmly in place upon hitting Locke.

No matter how hard he tried, Locke did not retreat even half a step; Kruto only felt as if all his strength had hit cotton, with nowhere to exert force.

This shocked him; how could this be!

Locke, feeling the immense force coming from Kruto, even had the leisure to subconsciously comment:

"Your strength is not bad, but unfortunately... your technique is lacking.

With only brute force and no technique, you have no way to defeat me."

Kruto, held in place, was stunned; he hadn't expected that Locke would have the leisure to critique him while fighting, which was completely unacceptable to him.

This was almost equivalent to Locke being able to deal with him without any effort at all.

"You..."

He opened his mouth slightly, just wanting to say something, but discovered that his entire body had been lifted off the ground.

It was Locke pulling a sudden lift, using technique and strength to heave Kruto off the ground.

Locke looked up at Kruto flying in mid-air and shook his head:

"This is what you chose yourself, so don't blame me."

After speaking, he used both hands to slam Kruto down violently.

The floor tiles of the station were instantly smashed into a spiderweb-like indentation.

After being slammed like this, Kruto felt the world spinning and completely lost the ability to strike again.

In just a blink of an eye, the outcome was decided between the two.

The two had only exchanged one move, and the seemingly powerful Kruto was instantly beaten into losing his combat ability by Locke.

It looked like he couldn't get back up.

However, Locke intentionally controlled himself and did not release all his power, so Kruto was only knocked unconscious.

As for physical injuries, with a werewolf's body, he would probably recover in a while.

It might be hard to believe, but in such a violent collision, only the hem of Locke's clothes was slightly dirty, stained with some dust floating in the air; even the hair on his forehead hadn't become messy.

Locke clapped his hands and calmly waved at Emilia:

"Emilia, let's go."

"Oh, coming, Young Master."

Emilia immediately came back to her senses, followed him hurriedly with joy on her face, her steps light, not looking like an Elder at all.

Seeing Locke achieve the final victory, she was naturally delighted in her heart.

"As expected, Master is invincible."

The two walked away, got into the car outside the tunnel, and then left the train station directly.

The whole sparring session started very quickly and ended just as quickly, which made the people remaining in the station feel very incredulous.

Especially when Locke walked out of the smoke that hadn't completely dispersed, almost everyone's jaws dropped.

This was something no one had expected.

They had originally thought this would be a one-sided victory for the werewolf Kruto, but they hadn't expected to be completely wrong.

In the end, it was actually the seemingly frail Locke who flipped Kruto to the ground in one move.

"Our Lord's strength is truly unfathomable."

Alek stared fixedly at the direction in which Locke and Emilia left, his eyes full of yearning, while the eyes of the other female Vampire inexplicably filled with stars.

After all, admiring the strong is an instinct inherent in everyone.

Even men would feel admiration for a powerful member of the same sex, let alone women.

"I wonder what kind of woman would be worthy of our Lord."

As for the werewolves, they appeared even more horrified.

Each one opened their eyes wide, their eyeballs almost falling to the ground.

As werewolves, they usually relied on their own physical abilities when facing Vampires, but they didn't expect that today, after their own Lord had taken every advantage, he still easily lost to Locke, who had given up his most powerful means.

This completely subverted their understanding.

Actually, they didn't know that just during the time Locke had entered the train, his close-quarters combat ability had improved quite a bit.

At least now it was on par with his marksmanship and swordsmanship; otherwise, in terms of pure physical strength alone, even with the bonus of the Athlete Constitution, Locke would certainly have been inferior to Kruto.

Even if he could win, he wouldn't have won so effortlessly.

"Is this really the power a Vampire can possess?"

The look of surprise in the werewolves' eyes had not faded, gazing in the direction Locke left, they spoke in a daze.

"I'm afraid that Lord didn't defeat Lord Kruto with pure strength, but used some techniques we cannot understand; I have never seen a Vampire capable of competing with a werewolf in strength."

"Sigh, say no more; Lord Kruto will probably be depressed after this."

The werewolf subordinates were a bit worried, but among them, there were smart ones:

"What is there to worry about? That Lord is also one of our own; the more powerful he is, isn't it also more beneficial for us werewolves?"

No one objected to him saying this.

After all, Locke had first collaborated with their Lord Lucian.

"Sigh, stop talking; let's check on Lord Kruto first."

The few werewolves chatted for a while, only then remembering Kruto who had been lying on the ground for a long time without getting up.

Several people hurriedly ran to Kruto's side and helped him up from the ground.

After a long while, Kruto finally woke up from his coma.

Just after climbing up, he struck a pose and searched everywhere for Locke's figure: "Where is he?"

His appearance of seeming to have amnesia made the few werewolves feel a bit embarrassed.

"That Lord has already left?"

"Left?" Kruto expressed some disbelief and asked, quite puzzled:

"We agreed to spar, why did he just leave? Could it be that he was afraid?"

"Uh..."

His words left the few werewolves at a loss for how to speak; as subordinates, they couldn't exactly tell their Lord: Oh, you lost just now and passed out in an instant, could they?

How could they, as subordinates, say that?

After all, they still had to work under Kruto in the future; they weren't that lacking in emotional intelligence.

Seeing that the few didn't speak, Kruto's confusion deepened, and then he aimed his gaze at the few Vampires on the side.

"Since your Young Master left without sparring with me, then you all should find another way out yourselves."

Emilia's three Vampire subordinates naturally wouldn't indulge him and blurted out the truth.

"Hmph, don't play dumb; my Lord didn't run away."

"It was clearly you who lost."

"My Lord left only after defeating you."

"Ridiculous, you didn't even last one move in my Lord's hands; why would my Lord run away?"

The few Vampires crossed their arms, held their heads high, and the tone revealed full pride.

Kruto frowned, muttering to himself:

"Did I lose?"

After being reminded by them, the memory that he couldn't remember briefly because he was knocked out resurfaced in his mind.

A moment later, a look of relief appeared on Kruto's face, and he lowered his head, his tone somewhat lonely.

"Yes, I lost!"