It was unwise to underestimate the Four Devils, even if Levi had been at his prime.
They would not be listed as the most wanted criminals in Erudia otherwise.
Their army of masked underlings posed a significant threat as well.
It seemed like an impossible matchup.
Levi’s death was but a foregone conclusion.
Drakon and his men felt nothing but hopelessness at the situation.
At the same time, they blamed themselves for their own incompetence.
Levi announced, “I’ll give you two choices. First, you can kneel and surrender that briefcase. If not, I’ll kill you and take the briefcase myself! Take your pick. If I were you, I’d go with option one.”
His words came as a shocker, given that he was the obvious underdog in this fight.
His audacity at making his enemies choose their fate made him seem like a madman.
Even Drakon and his men could not help but be dumbfounded at Levi’s behavior.
Is there a screw loose in his head or something?
Meanwhile, Levi’s enemies were infuriated.
They had never encountered such an impudent fool before.
“Such insolence! How dare you provoke us?”
Steam almost billowed out of the Four Devils’ heads.
“Sirs, Levi must be buying time, right? We should subdue him quickly and leave,” voiced one of the masked underlings cautiously.
“You’re right; he’s buying time for reinforcements to arrive!”
“Kill him! We need to leave!” the Venomous Lord ordered.
In just a split second, twenty or so masked fighters charged at Levi.
They were all skilled at their craft, emerging from the previous battle completely unscathed.
Drakon and his men could not bear to watch the uneven fight.
If anything happened to Levi, they would lose for good.
Oh God, he can’t die! Everything will be gone if he dies!
“You’re all dead meat!” Levi declared as he picked up a sword.
In the next instant, he darted nimbly through the crowd of enemies like a flash of lightning.
“Urgh!”
Light glinted off of Levi’s rapidly-dancing sword.
A few seconds later, Levi had charged through the crowd of twenty men and ended up before the Four Devils.
It was an unbelievable sight.
The masked underlings collapsed in a pool of blood, each of them sporting a fine slit on their necks.
“T-this—”
The Four Devils stared wordlessly at the scene, as did the surviving members of the squads.
How did he kill twenty men in the blink of an eye?
The four squads had fought these underlings earlier, and it had been a fair fight if not for the Four Devils joining the battle.
Does that mean he could kill off the members of our squads in an instant as well? That’s horrifying! We called him a burden earlier when we’re the real burdens and crap! Our mission would be doomed to failure without Levi. We can be hopeful once more.
“No wonder they call you the God of War! You’ve got some moves, kiddo! But that’s nothing compared to our experience!”
“How do you plan on tackling us now?”
Each of the Four Devils was a master in his own right.
They were equivalent to fighting four Demon Blades at once.
I’ve killed one Demon Blade before, and I can kill four at the same time. Bring it on!
“Get rid of the God of War! We must retrieve that briefcase and escape quickly,” the Sword Tyrant warned.
“Kill him!”
The Four Devils made their move.
