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Chapter 407 The Rout

Osborne's face grew stern.

A Class A martial master and a dozen Class A- martial artists-such a force could decimate an ordinary ancient family.

Now, they had one goal-to kill Osborne!

Even after dispatching four Class A- masters with a single punch, Osborne remained vigilant. But fear was absent; instead, a fierce battle lust filled him.

"Defeat you all, and I'll uncover who in Dampston is in league with the Aberrants. So, let battle commence!"

Osborne's body shook violently as a blood-red martial art aura enveloped him.

In a flash, he exchanged blows with Victor.

Victor, a Class A martial master for over two decades, was far stronger than Brad. Yet, after just one punch against Osborne, he was sent flying, spewing blood, his martial art aura wavering.

Fortunately, as he was hurled away, the dozen Class A- masters attacked, momentarily halting Osborne and preventing a follow-up.

These Class A- powerhouses assaulted Osborne with a flurry of techniques. Though they couldn't prate his martial art aura, they managed to create ripples, effectively constraining his offense.

The onslaught trapped Osborne like a bog.

Then, Victor charged back in. His martial art aura blazed anew, unleashing an even mightier force as he struck Osborne's chest.

Osborne staggered and was knocked back several steps. A section of his martial art aura shattered, and the immense impact inflicted a minor injury. "Spiral Force again?"

Osborne touched his chest, his body channeling energy to heal swiftly.

"Your Spiral Force is stronger than Brad's. But you're far from Isa's level. As for my mastery of Spiral Force, it's on par with his!"

With that, Osborne launched another attack.

He withstood the onslaught of a dozen Class A- masters and launched another punch at Victor, clashing with his attack.

Victor was sent flying once more, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his expression one of utter shock.

In this contest of strength, he was utterly defeated.

Had it not been for the support of the other Class A- martial artists, constantly pressuring Osborne and preventing him from focusing solely on Victor, the latter might have been severely injured.

"Who the hell is he?"

Fear rose in Victor's heart. His will to fight was dissipating rapidly, replaced by the thought of retreat.

Osborne was terrifying!

Even with the support of a dozen Class A- martial artists, Victor was no match for him, able only to momentarily hold him off, with no hope of defeating him.

Moreover, Osborne had cultivated both martial arts and metahuman powers, mastering the elusive space elemental power.

Even in defeat, Osborne could tear open a dimensional rift and escape instantly.

"I can't handle this man! He must be a high-ranking member of the Draco Group. If I stay and continue to fight, I'm the one who will end up dead! I'm from the Paltrow family. I'm only here to assist the Aberrants' operation. I don't need to risk

Since I'm no match for risk my life!

retreat!"

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Having made up his mind, Victor suddenly turned to flee.

His action caused the faces of the dozen Class A- masters, who were still trying to coordinate their attacks on Osborne, to pale in horror. "Damn it, he's running!"

"If he escapes, we won't stand a chance against this man!"

"Let's run too!"

Without hesitation, the Class A- martial artists also fled.

Seeing this, Osborne sneered, "Only now do you think of escape? It's too late! Since you've shown yourselves, you all stay here!"

Then, he no longer concealed his true strength.

Shape-shifting to Vampire!

A terrifying power erupted within him.

His hair began to grow wildly, swiftly turning into a head of flowing blood-red locks.

Then, Osborne struck with a punch.

In an instant, several fleeing Class A- martial artists were struck into the sea by Osborne, spitting out blood, severely injured.

But before they could react, Osborne's blood-red hair instantly coiled around them, piercing their bodies and rendering them unable to exert their strength.

Terror and despair filled their eyes.

Osborne showed no mercy, casually tearing open a dimensional rift and stepping through.

The next moment, he appeared behind a few others who were fleeing in a different direction, delivering another crushing punch.

Already gravely injured, they could not withstand Osborne's overwhelming force. The reason they weren't killed was that Osborne did not wish to kill them.

Osborne's blood-red hair coiled around them as well, suppressing their powers.

He tore open dimensional rifts

continuously, moving as if

teleporting to chase down the fleeing Class A- fighters, injuring them one by one and binding them with his hair.

He stood in the air, his red hair like

vines stretching hundreds of feet

drifting in the void, with the tips binding a dozen severely injured Class A- fighters.

The sight was both awe-inspiring and horrifying.

Victor, who had fled to a distance, couldn't help but look back. The sight turned his face pale with fear.

"Run! Run for your life!"© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.