94: Shock

However, to avoid turning into a giant later, out of caution, Locke did not directly strengthen all the muscles in his body; he only strengthened the leg muscle groups used for jumping and the arm muscle groups used for swinging his sword.

"Heh, it seems you are very confident in your wings. I hope you won't pay the price for your arrogance later."

The smile on Locke's face gradually faded, his expression became serious, and he slowly crouched down.

With a "pfft" sound, under the enhancement of his skill, the muscles in his legs almost burst through his pants, and power, more than thirty percent greater than before, began to gather in his legs.

Following that, he kicked off hard with both legs, and his entire body launched off the ground, shooting upwards rapidly.

Above, Marcus was still laughing wantonly and mocking him, a bit like that punchable Fang Tangjing from a certain movie. Relying on the fact that he was flying in the sky, he kept provoking Locke. It felt very much like he was saying, "Come and hit me, come and hit me."

He was clamoring very loudly, not realizing that danger had already arrived.

"Pay the price, haha, you should be able to reach me first before saying that, idiot. Or do you think you can hurt me with a gun, which is why you're so confident? Let me tell you, guns are useless against me. If a gun could hit me, I'd take your surname. Ah, kid, say something. You aren't so angry that you only know how to... sp... speak..."

Marcus hadn't even finished his last mocking sentence to Locke when he heard a loud boom coming from beneath him. This huge noise made his smile instantly freeze: "What's going on?"

A strong, ominous premonition rose in his heart. Biological instinct drove him to lower his head and look in the direction of the sound. It wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't looked, but upon looking, a look of horror instantly appeared on his face, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, no longer retaining his previous composure.

Because he saw a black figure, like a rocket shooting into the sky in the dark night, flying straight towards him at an extremely fast speed. The speed was so fast that in just a few blinks, it had almost flown from the ground to right in front of him.

This speed could not help but make him feel alarmed. Especially when he saw the cold, handsome smile on Locke's face, he was so scared that he couldn't help but swallow his saliva:

"This... damn it, this... is this the power a Sequence 9 can possess? How could he jump this high! F*ck, move, you damn wings..."

This was, of course, the power of a Sequence 9, but it was not just the power of a Sequence 9. With the support of various Extraordinary Factors, the power that Locke had just unleashed in that instant was probably already vaguely crossing the threshold of Sequence 9, about to enter the ranks of Sequence 8.

Locke's Night Demon sequence was already one of the more powerful sequences among various paths, and with the addition of these various skills, the power unleashed in that instant was definitely not much weaker than those average Sequence 8 powerhouses.

It's just that there were no spectators here; if there were, they would definitely exclaim at his performance.

Marcus, as the target of the attack, seeing that Locke was about to approach him, hurriedly flapped his wings, preparing to fly higher in order to dodge Locke's attack. However, although he reacted, the rising speed brought by his flapping wings was, after all, not as terrifying as the pushing speed generated by the huge power Locke had just unleashed.

"No, this is impossible!" Even though he had tried his best, the distance between him and Locke was erased within just a few breaths. By the time he came to his senses, Locke had already flown in front of him.

Locke was holding a sword in his hand, the sword shimmering with coldness under the moonlight. Looking at the target close at hand, Locke's mouth subconsciously cracked open, revealing his set of stark white and neat teeth. "Marcus, I remember I should have reminded you just now. I wonder if you are ready!"

Locke's words rose in pitch at the end, like a roar from the heavens. "You...!" And his seemingly innocent smile, when falling into Marcus's eyes, was like a hellish messenger from the netherworld, making one shudder with fear.

"Hehe, I already said it, who told you not to... listen... to advice." Locke did not drag things out. While speaking, he violently twisted his waist to the right and swung the long sword in his hand fiercely towards the right. Although he was in mid-air, relying on his powerful physique and the fact that the upward thrust had not yet dissipated, even though his feet had nowhere to borrow force, the blade he swung still brought up a considerable gust of wind, attacking Marcus opposite him.

Locke's target this time was still Marcus's neck. Although he wasn't certain of a kill, he made up his mind to leave a deep impression on this foul-mouthed guy. "Let me see what you will do."

"No, no, move, body, move quickly." Marcus looked at the sharp blade with eyes full of fear, but he did not give up resistance. It was a pity that even though he twisted his body at the first moment, the speed of Locke's blade was faster than his reaction. With a "clang" explosion, the tip of the sword had already swept through the air and slashed over, heading straight towards his neck.

Even in the air with nowhere to borrow force, Locke's sword move still did not look flustered at all, heading straight and true towards Marcus's neck. At this moment, it was only a blink away from hitting the target. A blink of an eye can be said to be unimaginably fast in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the world of Extraordinary Sequence powerhouses, there is still a possibility of survival. Therefore, Marcus did not sit and wait for death.

"F*ck, how can his sword move be so fast? I actually can't dodge it." Seeing that he couldn't move away, Marcus knew that this sword was unavoidable, so he condensed all his Extraordinary Factors onto his arms, then brought them together, blocking in front of his neck. "You must block it for me!"

"Can you block it with just your physical body?" Locke noticed his movements and also felt a strange energy attached to the arms in front of him. He was no stranger to this energy; he had it in his own body too, he just hadn't found a good way to apply it. However, even though he discovered that Marcus had mobilized his Extraordinary Factors, Locke did not change his target or stop. The sword in his hand continued its momentum, slashing straight towards those arms.

Bang! The next second, the silver cross longsword slashed onto Marcus's arms. Along with the loud noise, a circular wave of air burst out between the two, almost blowing away the clouds. Following that, a large spray of blood bloomed in the air, appearing like a blood-colored rose in full bloom to the eyes of the werewolves watching from below.