章 47: White Eagle (1)

The ferocious force brought up a burst of wind. Before Garen’s arm connected, the strong pressure from the move already squeezed the air out of No.101.

Garen’s right arm seemingly grew a few inches as it swelled up. Like a mace, it crashed past.

Chi!

His claw slid past No.101’s face.

No.101 snickered. He easily avoided this attack with a side movement.

"An attack with this speed, are you joking around with a kid?"

Garen withdrew his hand as his arm returned back to its original form. He stayed put and calmly stared past No.101.

On the edge of the embankment, the man who was holding a small blade slumped to the ground. Fresh blood slowly flowed out of his forehead, and a pendant in the shape of a book fell on top of his clothes.

"You bastard...!!" No.101’s face darkened as he retracted his vision. "I guess I have no choice but to break the rules this time…"