93: Break defense

At this moment, Locke was several times stronger than when he had previously faced Victor.

As long as Marcus dared to linger, it was hard to say who would end up dead.

Locke held a longsword glowing with white light in his hand, descending while slashing at high speed toward the neck of Marcus, who was about to commit murder.

The sharp sword light made the hairs on Marcus's neck stand on end. With no other choice, his fear of death overwhelmed his bloodthirsty desire. His eyes flickered, and he hurriedly stopped his biting motion.

The alluring blood of Lucien before him was within reach; he could have tasted it immediately.

But the chill emanating from the sword in Locke's hand instantly sobered him up.

Marcus knew that if he remained obstinate, his head would likely be chopped off by Locke the moment he took a bite.

By then, not only would he fail to drink the blood, but he would also lose his life.

Because his predatory plan was interrupted, he couldn't help but curse angrily: "F*ck, how could you damn kid catch up so quickly?"

A fierce wind blew across Locke's face, but he remained calm, his eyes sharp. He didn't even blink, staring intently at Marcus's neck as he coldly said: "Die."

His sword strike was incredibly swift and full of killing intent.

It was aimed both at killing and at saving.

It all depended on how this guy Marcus chose.

If Marcus were willing to risk his life to drink Lucien's blood and take this sword strike head-on, then Locke would be more than happy to oblige.

This trade was worth it.

Because Locke believed that even if Lucien were bitten, he wouldn't necessarily die, while Marcus's head would definitely be cut off by him.

"F*ck, you damn kid, what grudge or grievance do I have with you that you must keep chasing me?"

Although Marcus had a fierce look in his eyes, he wasn't stupid. In the end, he didn't insist on taking the sword strike just to drink the blood so close at hand. Instead, he turned back, cursed angrily, raised a claw, snatched the necklace with half a map hanging around Lucien's neck, clutched it in his hand, and then flapped his wings to fly up abruptly.

The entire movement was smooth and fluid, without a hint of hesitation. Clearly, he knew that if he stayed any longer and got hit by the sword, there was a real possibility he could die under Locke's blade today.

"I have no grudge against you, but aren't creatures like you born to die?"

Seeing him release Lucien, Locke eased the force in his sword, stopping just before it was about to strike Lucien.

Although the blade stopped, the powerful wind still blew Lucien's hair, and beneath the sword's edge, he felt a slight stinging sensation on his face. Looking at Locke's calm expression, having just been granted a new lease on life, he didn't have time to marvel at Locke's strength and instead instinctively thanked him: "Mr. Locke, thank you again for saving my life. If it weren't for you, I would have died who knows how many times already."

"Don't talk for now, just rest well."

Lucien's tone was rather weak, sounding a bit breathless. Locke quickly raised his hand, signaling him not to speak, then looked up at the sky, focusing his attention on Marcus, who hadn't left immediately, and said thoughtfully: "Marcus, you lucky guy, you escaped a disaster, yet you still haven't left. Could it be that you want to take another strike from my sword?"

Marcus was currently flying in mid-air, glaring fiercely at Locke on the ground. Clearly, he was very angry at Locke for interrupting his blood-drinking.

Relying on his advantage of being able to fly, and seeing that Locke couldn't attack him, he didn't fly away immediately. Instead, he sneered in the air and cursed at Locke: "Pah, you brat, take another strike from you? Hmph, can you even hit me? Since you dared to ruin my good deed today, I will definitely make you regret it in the future."

"Oh, just you? You want to make me regret it?"

Seeing that he didn't leave immediately and dared to threaten him with wild words in the air, a smile uncontrollably appeared on the corner of Locke's mouth: "Do you really think that just because you can fly, you are invincible and my sword cannot reach you?"

After he had pulled back his hand just now and didn't continue attacking, it was simply because he didn't want to waste too much energy.

It didn't mean he couldn't attack the flying Marcus. Marcus didn't know if it was intentional, but he wasn't flying very high, only about twenty or thirty meters. If Locke used his full strength, he could completely jump to such a height.

He hadn't acted just now simply because he wasn't sure he could launch a decapitation strike against Marcus in the air. In Locke's view, since he couldn't inflict damage, it was better to conserve some energy and save it for later when he returned to the fortress to communicate and bond with Serena.

However, now that Marcus was courting death himself and wanted to take the sword strike he missed earlier, Locke was willing to fulfill that wish.

Since someone liked courting death, he was always happy to oblige.

Seeing Locke staring straight at him from below with a playful expression on his face, Marcus clutched his stomach and laughed out loud: "Kid, what are you looking at? Can you hit me? Hahahaha, wishful thinking! Look at what I have behind me—wings! Do you have them? You still want to attack me? If you could hit me, why would you just stand there dazed?"

Marcus became more and more excited as he spoke, wanting to vent all the pent-up anger in his heart. The mockery on his face grew more intense; clearly, he didn't take Locke's threat seriously.

After all, in his view, Locke didn't have wings. Even if he was a Sequence Nine powerhouse, no matter how well he could jump, how high could he possibly jump? Could he jump higher than he could fly?

He didn't believe it.

As for Locke being able to fly, he believed that even less.

So, let alone cutting him with a sword, whether he could even jump high enough to reach him was a question.

You have to know, this was a height of 20 meters. What kind of person could jump 20 meters relying solely on physical strength? It was simply unthinkable.

Indeed, relying solely on physical strength, Locke couldn't jump that high either, but he had many skills that could enhance his combat power, didn't he?

Marcus was too busy laughing and completely failed to notice that Locke's body was slowly being covered by a layer of silver-white moonlight, and the muscles in his legs were slowly bulging.

Locke was currently activating his supernatural skills, "Night Enhancement," as well as "Great Muscle Tyrant," which he hadn't used much since obtaining it because of its severe side effects.

He was building up momentum for his upcoming attack.

Looking at the smug Marcus and feeling his strength increasing, the corners of Locke's mouth slowly curled upward: "Let's see how much longer you can be arrogant."

Truth be told, if it weren't for Marcus being too arrogant and refusing to stop running his mouth above his head, he wouldn't have chosen to use the "Great Muscle Tyrant" skill.